MTL - Crazy Psychologist-v2 Chapter 770 that doctor didn't eat dinner
As the sun goes down, the last trace of brilliance fades away, as if the last note falls into the lights of thousands of houses around the sea. The bustling city gives people the same feeling, but the loneliness under the bustling is different for thousands of people and faces. There are different.
Fang Ming walked towards home along the Baihua Road commercial street. This commercial street has been in business for more than five years. It is famous for its high-end jewelry stores and uniquely designed clothing studios. Every night and weekends, many young people always come here , Shopping and eating, life is comfortable.
Under the light, a couple is choosing their favorite accessories. Fang who passes by them is obviously absent-minded. He is rarely so absent-minded.
These days, he has been a little restless, and he often recalls the last few days of the professor's life. Under his calm appearance, he doesn't know how frightened he was at that time. Caring left the hospital on her own.
Fang Ming shook his head, feeling very uncomfortable, as if a piece of ice without temperature had formed on his chest, it was not cold, but just a feeling of blockage without temperature.
He remembered the question that the interns once asked him, yes, those young interns always like to ask such questions, they timidly discussed behind their backs, and asked that question nonchalantly while chatting, "Fang Does Dr. Ming have any surgery that he regrets?"
What they want to ask is how many patients died at the hands of the surgeon. It is no wonder that young students want to know about such a question. I feel that this blade, which is as light as a cicada's wing, actually holds a person's life and the joys and sorrows of many families.
Doctors are sometimes angels or demons who control the fate of others.
It is one thing to try our best, and another to be able to achieve it, but seeking a clear conscience seems to be the most basic principle, but sometimes it is an unattainable luxury.
Does he have a clear conscience towards the professor? No, he is not sure about the treatment plan. Did he show this when he discussed the disease with the professor?
He once repeatedly dreamed about his appearance when he stated his condition in a continuous sleep for more than 40 hours. Did he really speak clearly? Did the professor really understand?
Fang Ming felt powerless because he could not be sure, he hated feeling powerless, it would make him lose confidence on the operating table.
Passing by the door of a curry shop, the rich aroma of curry and fried pork cutlet reminded Fang Ming that he only ate a sandwich at noon, and it should be time for dinner.
A patient recommended this curry shop to him, saying that it uses Thai curry, and there are a lot of varieties, including green curry, yellow curry and red curry. Fang Ming just wanted to fill his stomach and had no special requirements for dinner. He happened to pass by The raccoon curry shop walked in.
The store is very small and can only accommodate seven or eight people eating at the same time. The clerk looks a little old, about forty years old, wearing loose white short-sleeved sleeves, and a brown raccoon-patterned apron around the front of the short sleeves. Seeing Fang Ming come in , stepped forward to say hello with a smile.
"Hello, raccoon curry, what kind of curry do you want today?"
"What do I recommend?" Fang Ming found a single seat near the corner and sat down. Simple tableware was placed on the table. The white plate also looked like a bear. It looked naive, and the hand-painted menu was small. One book, slightly larger than the palm of your hand, only has two pages to open, and there are only three options for the evening set meal, green curry stewed vegetables with rice or pancakes, yellow curry fried pork cutlet with vegetable salad and rice, and red curry fish fillet with rice.
"Do you want to eat something?" The clerk politely waited for Fang Ming to order, Fang Ming smirked, "It's very simple."
"Yes, it's better to keep it simple."
Fang Ming agreed with the clerk, but he didn't expect her to answer so simply, and she seemed very proud of this menu setting.
"But, I still have to choose one of the three." Fang Ming seemed to be talking to himself.
The clerk heard it clearly, and replied enthusiastically, "Yes, some customers said that there are actually many choices even if there are three, so I would ask, what if there are only two choices?"
"Maybe that would be easier?"
"It can't be easier, and it's not easy to choose between the two for someone who has to decide."
"Oh?" Fang Ming found the clerk's words very interesting. He read the menu again with great interest. At this time, two customers had already ordered yellow curry and green curry skillfully. Fang Ming suddenly felt that he wanted red curry. Fish fillet seems to be a good choice, just follow the other guests to a 1, 2, 3 full set.
However, he didn't want to eat red curry because it was too spicy.
"Then there is only one choice, the one that is limited to each day, so there is no need to choose?" Fang Ming said.
The clerk smiled brightly, as if what Fang Ming said was not new to her, after greeting the customers who ordered, he said to Fang Ming: "That's hard to say, sometimes there is only one choice and you may not choose it. .”
"Why? There's only one option on the menu. Isn't that the only answer?"
"But customers will decide whether to eat or not to eat."
"Ah-" Now it's Fang Ming's turn to be embarrassed, he didn't think of this at all, but after the clerk said it was true, if there was only red curry as an option, he would have to consider whether to eat it or not. Or would he still wonder if he could ask the boss to do something else? "
"So, what do you want to eat?" The clerk was very patient, and Fang Ming hurriedly ordered in embarrassment, "Try green curry vegetables."
"Okay, it looks like you pay more attention to your body, and eating some vegetables at night is easier to digest."
The clerk handed Fang Ming a cup of green lemon tea. Holding the tea cup, Fang Ming watched the little limes wandering around aimlessly, enjoying a moment of blank mind. , In exchange for a peace of mind, such a state is difficult to achieve in an environment like a hospital.
Just as Fang Ming was letting his mind go, his cell phone rang. The call came from Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center. His heart trembled~www.novelbuddy.com~ All calls from the hospital after get off work would make him uneasy, because usually it would never be what a good thing.
"I'm Fang Ming."
"Dr. Fang, I'm Lin Xiaotang, a surgical intern. I'm really sorry to disturb your rest. Just now, the patient on the sixth floor cried and said that she must see the attending doctor immediately. She has something important to ask today, otherwise she will be in trouble." Refusing all treatment, she is still infusion."
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"Patients on the sixth floor?" Fang Ming tensed up instantly. The sixth floor is a special ward, and the only patient there is Chu Lin on his side.
"I'll come right away, you let her wait for me at ease."
Although she didn't know the reason, Chu Lin, a patient, had been very quiet. She suddenly said that something must have happened when she refused treatment. Fang Ming didn't have time to pack dinner, so he hurriedly found a bicycle and rushed to the hospital.
Chapter 770 The Doctor Didn’t Eat Dinner
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