Chapter 23 The Terminally Ill Writer 2
"That's great!" Qin Songmu nodded excitedly, "Then where is the best place for us?"
Fang Xiaowan thought, "It will definitely not be convenient to talk to my office. Dr. Li and Dr. Zhang are both inside."
Qin Songmu couldn't help but question: "Since you are the person in charge of Ward 3, why don't you have a separate office?"
Fang Xiaowan stood in the corridor and pointed to each room with a wry smile: "Look, our ward has freed up a separate emergency room, where can there be an extra room for office? Besides, I am just a responsible doctor, not a director, and I am not qualified to enjoy the treatment of a separate office."
Qin Songmu couldn't help but feel silent. In the brain ward where he was once in charge, half of one floor was a ward, and there was a separate director's office. Here, it can only be regarded as a separate ward, and the person in charge could not enjoy a separate office.
Fang Xiaowan saw that he was a little confused and couldn't help but curiously said, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"
Qin Songmu was stunned: "No... nothing."
Fang Xiaowan made a suggestion at this time: "Or, let's go to your office to talk."
Qin Songmu nodded: "Okay, no one should have come up to disturb me at noon."
"This is not necessarily true. After all, we are a special ward. At any time, sudden situations may occur."
"Well, you said that too. But except for my office on the fourth floor, I'm afraid I can't find a quieter place here."
Fang Xiaowan's eyes lit up when she heard him say this: "Why didn't you? I decided that no one would bother us when I told stories in the dormitory."
"dormitory?"
"Yes, the rooms on the east side of the conference room are all our dormitories. I also enjoy a separate dormitory."
Qin Songmu couldn't help but tentatively: "Is it appropriate to go to your dormitory to talk?"
Fang Xiaowan waved happily: "What's wrong with it? Let's hurry up and go."
Qin Songmu was on the way to the fourth-floor dormitory with her, and just passed by his office. He hesitated for a moment, but followed Fang Xiaowan to her dormitory.
When Qin Songmu stepped into Fang Xiaowan's dormitory where he opened the door and left the four beds to display, he was surprised and said, "Are you the only one sleeping in such a big room?"
Fang Xiaowan nodded naturally: "Yes. Is there anything wrong with this?"
Qin Songmu smiled and said, "The conditions in our ward are OK. Although you can't enjoy an office, you can at least enjoy a bedroom. This is more convenient than owning an office."
Unexpectedly, Fang Xiaowan curled her lips: "You can even say this? This is not the treatment I can enjoy alone, but no one is willing to live here."
Qin Songmu was surprised again: "Why?"
"Because my colleagues working here, regardless of whether their home is local or not, will not stay in the dormitory."
"Where will the colleagues from other places live in?"
"They can rent a house."
"Oh, renting a house in Haihe is not cheap. Why don't they calculate the financial accounts?"
"Haha, they are not counting on economic accounts, but are afraid of ghosts. You don't know that we are haunted here recently, right?"
Qin Songmu said in horror: "How is this possible?"
Fang Xiaowan looked calm: "Okay, let's not investigate whether there is any ghost. Are you interested in Uncle Feng? I will tell you about Uncle Feng's experience while there is still some lunch break."
When Qin Songmu saw that it was getting late, he had to agree with her: "Okay, just talk."
Fang Xiaowan sighed: "Uncle Feng's life experience is so hard. Not long after he married his wife, he found out that the other party was terminally ill. He could have given up, but in order to save his wife's young life, he even resigned. In order to take care of her in an endless stream, he even resigned. However, although he made great sacrifices, he still failed to save his wife's life."
Qin Songmu couldn't help but sigh: "I've long seen that he is good. It turns out that he values love and friendship so much!"
Fang Xiaowan echoed: "Yes. Uncle Feng said that treating his wife's illness was equivalent to throwing money into the bottomless pit. Even the wife's family gave up, but he couldn't bear to die under the pressure, so he would not hesitate to raise the loan and do the 'do not do it'."
Qin Songmu was obviously shocked by the old man's feat when he was young and fell into a long solemn aura.
After a while of sadness, Fang Xiaowan continued to preach: "Originally, his wife left and he should have taken the opportunity to get rid of it. However, fate is really a mess. When he had just paid off the loan shark, his old father also suffered from a terminal illness. He then took care of his old father at all costs. As a result...
Qin Songmu gave a thumbs up at this time: "He not only values love and righteousness, but also has great filial piety. He is such a real man!"
Unexpectedly, Fang Xiaowan immediately burst into tears and said, "It's a pity that good people are not rewarded. Because he has been financially inseparable from saving his relatives, he has never married a wife again..."
Qin Songmu couldn't help but sigh: "Women nowadays are so realistic. They only focus on the other party's financial ability and despise their character. However, they may not have imagined that the real happiness that men bring to them is not necessarily economic conditions, but often a lot of love!"
At this time, he thought that his ex-wife Pan Yueting parted ways with him because of his vanity and the powerful, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
Fang Xiaowan suddenly sighed sadly: "It's a pity that I was born decades later, otherwise..."
Qin Songmu glanced at her: "Otherwise, what?"
"Otherwise I will marry Uncle Feng. He is not only talented, but also as you said, he values affection and righteousness and great filial piety, and is the man I admire."
Qin Songmu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Silly girl, even if you were born in the same era as Mr. Feng, you may not be able to meet in the vast crowd."
Fang Xiaowan was stunned, then nodded sadly: "You may make sense. I believe that in Uncle Feng's era, there must be many good women. However, they did not have the chance to meet Uncle Feng."
Qin Songmu thought for a moment, then corrected Fang Xiaowan's statement: "It should be that he has no chance and no luck to meet a good woman again, which destined him to be lonely for the rest of his life."
Fang Xiaowan's eyes turned red: "Oh, it's just that fate is unfair to him. It's okay to let him be single, but why did he get a terminal illness??"
Qin Songmu couldn't reply, but just shook his head and sighed.
After a brief silence, Qin Songmu couldn't help asking: "Maybe it was because of his life that he had so many ups and downs that made his creative inspiration come true?"
Fang Xiaowan was reserved and continued to preach: "After he sent away all his relatives, after years of struggle, he finally accumulated some money and paid social security and medical insurance. He could have had no worries, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his health was in bad condition. Therefore, he could not work anymore, so he began to embark on the road of literary creation. This was also his long-cherished wish. Unexpectedly, some of the online novels he presented were not popular, and the click rates were always very bleak. And his body could no longer hold on, so he had to go to the hospital for a thorough examination, and the result was... "
Qin Songmu saw Fang Xiaowan's voice choked again, and couldn't help moistening her eyes.
Fang Xiaowan recalled the scene when the old man had just been admitted to the rehabilitation ward-
Fang Xiaowan, who was writing medical records in the office at the time, suddenly received a call from Dr. Zhu in the outpatient department: "Doctor Fang, do you still have free beds there?"
Fang Xiaowan was in a bad mood at the time and asked coldly: "Why are you sending the patient here again?"
"Yes, an advanced patient is required to be hospitalized. He has been suffering from tumors for several years and has taken targeted drugs. When his life reaches the final stage, there is no way. Therefore, we can only treat conservatively. Our hospital beds are left to patients with more therapeutic value, and it is impossible to provide them to him."
When Fang Xiaowan heard this, her cold cheeks slowly became softer. After a moment of silence, she said softly: "If you had called two hours earlier, you might not have empty beds yet. But now..."
"Oh, it turns out that a patient has just left you. It's so good."
Fang Xiaowan's eyes immediately showed a fierce light, and she said sternly: "Doctor Zhu, do you still have a little sympathy? It's just too much!"
Dr. Zhu said in surprise: "Why did I mess with you?"
"Does they have a grudge against you? Now that they are leaving, their families are silent in grief, but why are you shouting ok?"
"Ah... I'm sorry. I mean my patient can be hospitalized and I didn't think about the patient who just left."
Fang Xiaowan snorted in her nostrils: "I am in a bad mood now. Please pay attention to the last word when speaking."
"Oh, I understand. You are in a bad mood because your patient has left another one. However, you have to cheer up because other patients still need you."
"Forget it. Please send the patient over."
"Okay, the patient will be able to go there later. Just help him get the hospitalization procedures."
Fang Xiaowan was stunned and thought to herself, since this patient is at the end of her life, how can she come here by herself?
Chapter completed!