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"Department 202's Grandma Mao's breathing is weak as she was sent to the third emergency room for rescue. Xiao Bu, Qiu Mei, you two act as the Director Tan's assistants, hurry up!" said the matron.

The sudden news caused An An's hand, which had been packing the instruments, to shake. The sharp tip of the scissors instantly pierced through her finger.

As the intern led by Tan Qiuxu, Xu Anran had to follow every single one of Tan Qiuxu's operations to observe them.

Xu Anran did not expect to participate in Grandma Mao's operation this time.

Xiao Bu was anxiously pushing the tool cart and crashed into Xu Anran's calf.

Tan Qiuxu had already donned his aseptic clothing, and upon seeing the scene, he shouted out loud: "What are you all panicking for!"

This was how the emergency room worked. Being in a hurry, every minute and every second was related to the survival of the patient, so occasionally touching An An An was naturally not a big deal. More importantly, the issue of life was waiting for them.

Grandma Mao was already lying on the operating table. Her breathing was weak, her eyes were half open, and her face was a sallow yellow. She who had a fond smile on her face seemed to have aged by many years, and the wrinkles on her face had deepened.

An Xin was dressed in a sterile outfit, with a face mask and gloves. She heard Tan Qiuxu's voice, "scalpel, tourniquet."

An Xin looked at Xiao Bu and Qiu Mei repeating Tan Qiuxu's request, then handed over the tools and the medicine for to inject.

However, only Grandma Mao's haggard face remained in front of An An.

She had a congenital heart disease, but she was more optimistic than anyone else. She had heard from the head nurse about her condition, which was close to eighty years old, but she was still alone, childless. She came to the emergency room a few times a year, and almost treated the room as her own home.

The first patient that Xu Anran received in the emergency room was Grandma Mao, who brought a box of steaming dumplings with her. That day, she intimately held An An An's hand and caressed An An's cheeks, smiling as her eyes narrowed into slits, and said: "Whose daughter is this, it's really pretty.

Grandma Mao loved to laugh.

The heart rate machine began to emit an ear-piercing sound, and Grandma Mao closed her eyes forever.

Thinking up to here, An An also smiled, but his eyes were brimming with tears.

This was the first time that Xu Anran felt that death was so close to him. But she couldn't help him at all.

Tan Qiuxu's death was announced — "Death of the patient, 8: 20 PM." It lingered beside Xu Anran's ears for a long time, never dissipating, like a nightmare.

outside emergency room

"Xu Anran! Is this your basic professional conduct as a doctor? "Do you know that if everyone present entered the operation room in the same mental state as you, it would be weird if Grandma Mao didn't die!" What entered his ears was Tan Qiuxu's roar.

Xu Anran lowered her head and only shed tears.

"But Grandma Mao died." After a long while, Xu Anran finally choked with emotions and said a few words. As soon as the words left her mouth, they were like the tears of a storm.

Tan Qiuxu's handsome young face was flushed and twisted, looking at Xu Ran in such a state, he felt disappointed and said, "Don't forget your identity, you're a doctor, your hands are meant for living. Look at how you are now! "If you're like this, be a doctor or something, just roll up your bedroll and go home!

"But you, you are reputed to be the most promising doctor in the medical field, didn't many people say that you returned to the world with marvelous skills? But why did something happen to Grandma Mao? Why, tell me!" The more Xu Anran spoke, the more excited she became. She grabbed onto Tan Qiuxu's sleeves and shook them non-stop.

Tan Qiuxu pursed his lips, his face turning ashen. He looked straight at Xu Ran. He had been a doctor for almost ten years and had seen many miracles come out of his hands, yet he was still unable to bring himself back to life. He was not a god, he was a human, an ordinary human, not someone who could turn all life into a miracle.

Xu Anran's hand slowly slipped off Tan Qiuxu's sleeve and his body leaned against the wall. He slowly slipped down and sat on the ground right after.

Tan Qiuxu pursed his lips, looked at Xu Anran, muttered to himself, turned, and left. In the eyes of the onlookers, the usually arrogant and domineering god-like figure was now a little stooped, a little desolated.

Xiao Bu called An An during dinner time. Xiao Bu and Qiu Mei came to the emergency room earlier than An An, so even though they were sad about Grandma Mao's death, they did not come as intensely as Xu Anran.

An An, you shouldn't have said such things about Director Tan today …" Xiao Bu put a spoonful of rice into her mouth and continued, "Dr. Tan is also a human, he is not an omnipotent immortals. As doctors and nurses, we save the dying and help the wounded, but we are helpless. After Grandma Mao's operation, Dr. Tan did a few more operations. Since morning, he hasn't even touched a chair, much less eaten.

Anthea's heart felt as if it was pulled by something. It was a little painful, but also a little sour.

When Grandma Mao was still alive, she had nothing to say to Tan Qiuxu. However, since Grandma Mao had left under his operation, not only was he not sad, he even turned around and berated himself. Was his heart made out of stone?

However, as Xiao Bu said, as a doctor, he was destined to face many life and death situations, just like how he could not do anything to help Grandma Mao in the morning. On the contrary, her absent-minded state of mind would delay Grandma Mao's rescue situation and effect. As for Tan Qiuxu, it was probably because everyone's way of expressing their sadness was different, or perhaps, this proud man didn't have any heart at all.

within a coffee shop

Anthea asked the clerk for a mocha and, after a moment's thought, added another.

When Anthea lowered her head to take the money out of her purse, a man stood beside her, his voice low, and ordered a mocha for the clerk as well.

Xu Anran felt that the voice was familiar, she turned around and sure enough, it was Tan Qiuxu. Their four eyes met, and for a moment, Xu Anran felt awkward.

Truly, what a coincidence.

"Director Tan, what a coincidence." Xu Anran's eyes were still swollen from crying too loudly during the day.

Tan Qiuxu did not look at Xu Anran anymore, as he squeezed out a "humph" from the tip of his nose. Words.