Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

After the beginning of autumn, the days are sunny, the autumn tiger swallows the coolness, and the heat makes people dry.

In the consultation department of the hospital, the inpatient building, a dilapidated electric fan is blowing with perseverance.

Yan Ziqing sat aside and patiently communicated with the patient's family about the patient's situation.

The electric fan on the side was too shabby and seemed a bit noisy.

creak, creak.

This electric fan was brought by Yan Ziqing from home. Although he was just over thirty-two years old, he inexplicably liked these old things.

"Doctor, will my dad have any sequelae after the operation? Do I have to do it? Can I just take medicine for treatment?" Although Yan Ziqing explained it thoroughly, the patient's family hardly listened.

This situation is very common.

The word 'surgery', for ordinary citizens, is associated with fear and panic.

Therefore, in many cases, although doctors emphasize the importance of surgery, most people still choose conservative treatment.

"I suggest you choose surgery." Yan Ziqing said patiently, "You can discuss with your family before deciding whether to undergo surgery or conservative treatment."

The patient's family members bowed their heads, responded vaguely, and left the department with the medical records and related materials.

Yan Ziqing relaxed a little and let out a sigh of relief.

He looked up at his watch.

It's time for rounds.

Yan Ziqing cleaned up the desk, got up and turned off the fan, picked up the record book, and walked outside the department.

The inpatient building is much quieter than the outpatient building. At least there will not be many people crowded in front of one door, only the family members of patients with washbasins or walking in the corridor.

Yan Ziqing walked into the first ward at the corner of the stairs.

There are three beds in the ward, the TV is on, and the news is on.

It was warm in the afternoon, and the voice of the male host in the news was serious and serious.

[Recently, the National Archaeological Team unearthed a thousand-year-old tomb in X City. According to experts’ investigation and speculation, this tomb belongs to a general surnamed Qin, but the tombstone has not yet been found…]

"Oh, Xiaoyan is here." One of the patient's family members, an aunt in her fifties, shouted enthusiastically.

"Well, come to the ward round." Yan Ziqing's eyes were gentle.

"Oh, at a young age, she is the deputy chief physician. It's amazing, and your wife is so happy."

Yan Ziqing complied.

In fact, he has been single for many years, but in this situation, it is still good to go along, otherwise, I am afraid that this box will not be closed.

After chatting with her aunt, Yan Ziqing looked at the patient, asked about the symptoms one by one, and recorded them carefully.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the door, and the head nurse walked into the ward and shouted anxiously, "Director Yan, are you there?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Yan Ziqing looked up.

"You hurry to the emergency operating room."

Yan Ziqing rushed to the emergency operating room and found many soldiers in camouflage uniforms standing at the door.

The head nurse explained beside him.

"The patients were all just transferred from the field hospital."

"Hey, I heard that one has already left. He is only in his twenties. It's too pitiful."

"There are still a few lying in the emergency room. The vice president and they call you to come and make a plan together. Director Yan, you have to take over a few operations."

"Okay, I see." Yan Ziqing responded and hurried to the conference room.

Yan Ziqing was busy until eleven o'clock in the evening.

He had two surgeries, and he didn't have time to eat dinner.

Yan Ziqing walked out of the operating room and saw that there were still people from the army outside, but they were orderly.

The head nurse walked by and said that he had reserved a meal for him and put it in the conference room.

"Thank you." Yan Ziqing smiled.

"Oh, I heard that someone from the top of the army has come," said the head nurse.

"Higher?"

"Yeah, there are casualties, it's not a trivial matter. It is estimated that the dean is receiving it in person. Director Yan, you go to the conference room to eat something and pamper your stomach. It's been a long day."

"it is good."

Saying goodbye to the head nurse, Yan Ziqing rubbed her brows and walked to the conference room.

Just now, I have been highly concentrated for too long, and I feel exhausted when I relax all of a sudden.

Yan Ziqing looked up after rubbing her eyebrows: "Ah!"

He bumped into someone.

Yan Ziqing had been hungry for most of the day, and her blood sugar was low. After such a bump, she fell back in a daze.

Fortunately, the person who was hit reacted very quickly, and with one hand, he took Yan Ziqing back steadily.

For a moment, the two looked at each other.

Yan Ziqing looked at the man in front of him.

He was half a head taller than himself, dressed in a dark green military uniform, with a straight posture, strong and handsome features, and looked like he was in his thirties.

His arms around Yan Ziqing's waist were tightly tightened, as if if they were loosened, Yan Ziqing would disappear.

Yan Ziqing suddenly felt a little headache.

Several vague fragments flashed through his mind.

The Imperial Physician's Hall, the ginkgo tree, and a man whose face was against the bright sun and could not be seen clearly...

Yan Ziqing had a car accident when she was 18 years old and was in a coma for several days in the hospital, almost unable to wake up.

But he finally endured the pain and opened his eyes.

But since then, Yan Ziqing has often had some strange dreams.

In the dream, there are ginkgo leaves, a quaint palace, a child who loves to eat candied haws, and a heart-wrenching sadness.

But now that he is clearly awake, why are there still fragments of these dreams that appeared in his mind.

Yan Ziqing came back to her senses, looked at the man, and was surprised when she saw him, not knowing what to think.

"you…"

"you…"

The two of them said in unison, both stunned.

"Team Qin! This!" Suddenly someone shouted.

The man looked past Yan Ziqing, looked back, and saw that the team members were waving while calling for him.

"This is the past." Qin Jueming responded, but the hand around Yan Ziqing's waist did not move.

It happened that the head nurse also came over: "Oh? Director Yan, why are you still here? Huh? Are you two?"

"I bumped into it accidentally." Yan Ziqing explained gently.

"Sir, our Director Yan has performed two operations in a row today. From one afternoon to the present, I haven't had a sip of water and a sip of food! I must have been dizzy just now, so I accidentally bumped into you. Please be considerate!" The head nurse thought that Qin Jueming was embarrassing Yan Ziqing, and said repeatedly.

Qin Jueming glanced at Yan Ziqing and let go of him.

Yan Ziqing took a small step back and looked at Qin Jueming.

"Feel sorry…"

"sorry…"

The two were at the same time, each stunned.

"I…"

"I…"

They spoke in unison again, and stopped abruptly.

"Team Qin!"

The team members in the back shouted Qin Jueming reluctantly.

The head nurse is also gently pulling Yan Ziqing to let him get away quickly to rest.

"Qin team, come here quickly!"

Qin Jueming had a headache when he was shouted. He nodded towards Yan Ziqing and walked around Yan Ziqing towards the team members.

An inexplicable panic suddenly surged in Yan Ziqing's heart, the emotion of not wanting Qin Jueming to leave instantly occupied his chest, along with the so-called sadness and grief.

But when he reacted, Qin Jueming had already walked away, and he could faintly hear the conversation between him and the team members.

"Stinky boy, don't make loud noises in the hospital, don't you know?"

"Ah, now I know, I know."

"what's the situation?"

"The troops... just transferred to the hospital... There are many wounded, let us help and take a look... My condolences to the company of brothers..."

The following conversation could not be heard, Qin Jueming went further and further.

"Director Yan, let's go to dinner." The head nurse urged kindly.

"Yeah." Yan Ziqing smiled gently and nodded.

He walked to the conference room alone, turned on the light, the incandescent lamp emitted warm white light, a little dazzling, and the dark coffee-colored ring-shaped conference table was silent, making the empty conference room look very deserted.

In the corner of the table is a box lunch wrapped in a plastic bag.

Yan Ziqing walked over and picked up the lunch box, because she was afraid that the oil would stick to the table, so she put a newspaper under it.

The food in the lunch box was already cold, Yan Ziqing took two bites, some of them couldn't eat it, and his mind was full of the man he just bumped into.

It was obviously the first time we met, so why was he so attentive.

Yan Ziqing couldn't understand.

He ate two more mouthfuls, stood up to clean up the leftovers, and then returned to the department in the inpatient building.

The doctors and nurses on the night shift were chatting, and when they saw Yan Ziqing coming, they were a little surprised: "Director Yan, haven't you left yet?"

"Yeah." Yan Ziqing said, "I haven't finished the ward round during the day, but I'll return when I'm done."

"It's so late. It's estimated that the patients are all asleep, so they can check tomorrow." A nurse said.

"Today's work is over today." Yan Ziqing smiled gently, "I'll go see if there is any patient awake."

After all, Yan Ziqing took the ward round record book and walked out of the department.

"As expected of Director Yan," a doctor said with emotion.

"He is handsome and responsible, how can there be such a good man." The little nurse said admiringly.

"Unfortunately, you have a boyfriend." Another older nurse laughed at her.

The department was full of laughter, adding some fun to the boring night shift.

After checking the last ward that was still lit, Yan Ziqing returned to the department to pack up, said goodbye to her colleagues, and then walked out of the hospital.

It was late at night, the last bus had passed, and the subway was closed.

Yan Ziqing stood at the door of the hospital, hesitating whether to walk back or take a taxi back.

Take a taxi, today is too hard to walk.

Yan Ziqing thought to herself as she rubbed her still hungry stomach.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call a taxi. At this moment, a dark car drove up and stopped abruptly in front of him.

Yan Ziqing was startled.

Qin Jueming held the steering wheel with one hand and leaned against the car window with the other, with a smile on his lips and sharp eyes.

"Where is Dr. Yan going? Am I honored to give you a ride?"

------- Fanwai even more, after Qin Yan is more Yantian.

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