MTL - Crazy Psychologist-v2 Chapter 814 accidental and inevitable tragedy

"Chance has no place in tragedy," Belinsky said.

Death can hardly be considered a comedy; death is the beginning and sometimes the end of tragedy.

Chen Guang was still asleep, Xia Chenfeng hadn't arrived in this city yet, Hao Min had already stayed for yesterday, leaving behind a bunch of questions that were numb and meaningless.

When people are dead, everything no longer makes sense. Sometimes this is not necessarily a bad thing, but living people always have to live clearly, and everything needs answers, explanations and reasons.

The blood stains all over Fang Ming's body seemed as if someone stuffed him into ketchup and scooped it up again, and there was nowhere where the original color could be clearly seen.

Frustrated and exhausted in his calmness, he didn't rest all night, wandering between life and death, looking for blood vessels full of holes in the broken bones, blood transfusion, bleeding, hemostasis...

It's like a nightmare from which I can't wake up.

Halfway through, Hao Xiao spoke, in a daze, as if saying, "Death, Qiangwei, regret it."

When Mu Chun stuffed the hot soybean milk and steamed buns into Fang Ming’s hands, he was trying to clear everything from the night, because new patients would walk into the hospital gates when the sun rose, eager for quick and effective treatment. Suffering from illness at night, I finally waited for the doctor to go to work. Some endured the pain for many days and finally made up my mind to ask for leave from the company to go to the hospital for a physical examination.

Everyone has their own reasons for going to the hospital, and doctors are an indispensable necessity for them.

Fang Ming didn't have time and couldn't allow himself to be immersed in the emotions he couldn't get rid of.

First solve the problem of hunger, and you will be energetic when you are full. These words are useful at any time.

"I really envy psychiatrists. You don't need to go to the operating room. That place is the Shura Field... No matter how long you have been in the doctor, you will feel very uncomfortable when you encounter such a scene."

"En." Mu Chun responded, and sat down beside Fang Ming. The lights in the corridor were tired. Because the sun was about to come out, the gray floor and the gray stainless steel chairs were gradually stained with a light color. , compared with the middle of the night, it is less bright and straightforward.

"Don't you have anything to comfort me?" Fang Ming bit down half of a steamed bun, leaned his head against the wall, his shoulders that had been tensed all night finally relaxed.

The soreness from the shoulder blades to the arms came one after another, and it took a while to relieve.

"You did everything you can," Mu Chun comforted.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but Fang Ming still didn't open his eyes, and smiled slightly, as if he had already guessed what Mu Chun was going to say, "I knew you would say that."

"I'm stating the facts, and that's the only way I can do it if it's someone else."

"It's better to be a psychiatrist, always hide behind the **** storm, wait for doctors like us to finish their work, and then ask Dr. Mu to come out to comfort me, and I can also reap gratitude."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zifeng ran over, "Director, I, I actually... fell asleep."

Fang Ming still closed his eyes and ignored Shen Zifeng. The latter was in shock, looking towards the operating room from time to time, trying to find answers from Fang Ming's face.

Live or die, there are no other options.

Suddenly, his stomach twitched, and a cold feeling rushed from the middle of the abdomen to his forehead, and then there was another pain in his back, and his ears suddenly felt stuffy, as if the world had closed the door to him.

"Master... Director."

"Who is your director?"

Shen Zifeng's pain was caused by Fang Ming, he punched each other back and forth, he hadn't slept all night but his strength was not weak at all.

"I..." Shen Zifeng was in so much pain that he stumbled and wanted to grab the chair in front of him, but he bumped into Mu Chun, and finally spit out the mouthful of dark red blood on Mu Chun.

"Is it so serious? Now you kid can not only cause trouble but also pretend to vomit blood." Fang Ming was still angry, and kicked Shen Zifeng's thigh again.

"Fang Ming, he really vomited blood." Mu Chun supported Shen Zifeng's shoulders so that his upper body would not be oppressed by his own strength.

"Can he vomit blood like this with my two punches?"

"No, but what if he has other problems."

Fang Ming suddenly woke up. He and Shen Zifeng worked together every day, and never felt that this guy had any problem with vomiting blood.

Hematemesis, abdomen... upper gastrointestinal tract?

In Mu Chun's view, his guess was almost the answer, "Dr. Shen should have a long-term stomach problem, maybe more serious than what I saw."

"How can you, a psychiatrist, come up with so many diagnoses?"

Having said that, Fang Ming saw that Shen Zifeng's expression was not right. After he arrived at the hospital, he did not participate in Hao Xiao's treatment, but was left in the waiting room. Due to legal considerations, Shen Zifeng was at Hao Xiao's house at the time. At the door, if the woman's death was related to him, there was no need for Shen Zifeng to participate in the operation to avoid trouble, not to mention the situation at that time, let alone one more Shen Zifeng, even adding ten doctors would be useless.

Blood again... This night Fang Ming felt that he was exhausted with blood.

After he finished two consecutive operations, his brain was unable to think deeply about anything. He was sitting in the lounge, but he couldn't hear his cell phone ringing or knocking on the door.

There was a tumor in Shen Zifeng's stomach, the tumor itself was not big, but it ruptured, as if overwhelmed, it exploded from the inside out, so he vomited blood all over Mu Chun, and was forced to give Fang Ming a hand in the operating room. As an assistant, after all this work is done, two unfinished steamed buns are still sitting quietly on the chair, and an old lady wearing a peaked cap with a tired face asks Mu Chun politely, "Is this your steamed stuffed bun? Auntie stands If it's your bun, can you take it away? Auntie wants to sit here for a while."

"Oh~www.novelbuddy.com~ is mine, I'll take it right away."

"Hey, I got a call in the middle of the night and rushed to the train station, but the earliest train was at three o'clock this morning, and I came here without a minute's delay. It's so big around the sea, I've never been here before, Fortunately, when I asked where the hospital was, the taxi driver knew immediately, my mobile phone was out of battery, and I didn’t know what happened to my daughter.”

The old lady was holding a mobile phone, her thin hands were trembling slightly, and she was wearing a beige knit hat that was not suitable for the season. The eyes under the brim were small, but the bags under the eyes were bigger than the eyes. There were not many wrinkles, but the color of the skin was dull and tired, making her look old and tired.

"Oh, you can sit if you're tired from standing. Let's squeeze."

Mu Chun glanced at another chair that was piled up with sundries. The blood stains on the floor had long since disappeared. There were some medical supplies piled up on the chair, which may have been forgotten by some nurse. In this way, only one chair was left, and two people Really have to squeeze.

After Mu Chun changed into her own clothes, the old lady naturally wouldn't treat him as a doctor, so she moved to the side and then again, and when Mu Chun sat down, the old lady breathed a sigh of relief, "You were also called Come on, are your family members also undergoing surgery?"