C6 Director

"Ward 202's Grandma Mao's breathing is weak. She's been sent to the third emergency room for rescue. Little Bu and Qiu Mei, you guys, be Director Tan's assistants. Hurry!" 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 an intern with Tan Qiuxu, Xu Anshen had to follow and observe every surgery she did on Tan Qiuxu.

Xu Ran had not expected to participate in Grandma Mao's operation this time.

Xiao Bu rushed to push the cart and hit Xu Ran's shin.

Tan Qiuxu was already dressed in aseptic clothing, seeing this scene, he shouted with a frown, "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.

Anthea, dressed in sterile clothing, mask and gloves, listened to Tan Qiuxu's voice. "Scalpel, tourniquet."

An An looked at the little cloth and Qiumei repeating Tan Qiuxu's request, then handing him the equipment and the medicine they wanted 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.

On that day, Grandma Mao brought over a box of steaming dumplings. That day, she affectionately held An An's hand and touched An An's cheek, smiling as her eyes narrowed into slits, and said, "Whose daughter is this. She's so pretty. Come, try out the dumplings that Grandma packed, you'll definitely like it.

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 Ran felt that death was so close to her. But she couldn't help him at all.

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

outside emergency room

"Xu Ran! 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!" Tan Qiuxu's roar entered his ears.

Xu Ran lowered her head and only shed a few tears.

"But Grandma Mao died." After a long while, Xu Ran choked with sobs as she finally said something. As soon as the words left his 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 Ran spoke, the more excited he became. He grabbed Tan Qiuxu's white coat by the sleeve and shook it non-stop. No one knew that his hands were shaking so badly.

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 Ran's hand slowly slid off Tan Qiuxu's sleeve and her body leaned against the wall. She slowly slid down and sat on the ground with him.

Tan Qiu pursed his lips, glancing at Xu Ran with his eyes. After a moment of thought, he turned around and left. In the eyes of the onlookers, the usually arrogant and domineering god-like figure was now a little stooped, a little desolated.

At dinner time, Little Bu called An An to eat. Little Bu and Qiumei came to the emergency room earlier than An An, so even though they were sad about Grandma Mao's death, they were not as excited as Xu Ran.

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, she 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.

During the day, she had said that to Tan Qiuxu only because he was hard at heart. When Grandma Mao was still alive, she had treated Tan Qiuxu well, but now that Grandma Mao was gone, not only did he not feel sad, he blamed himself instead. Was his heart made 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, everyone probably expressed their sadness differently, or perhaps, this proud man had no 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 Ran felt the familiar voice and turned around. It was Tan Qiuxu. Their gazes met, and for a moment, Xu Ran felt embarrassed.

Truly, what a coincidence.

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

Tan Qiu didn't look at Xu Ran anymore and squeezed out a "hmph!" from the tip of his nose. Words.