Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Lin Feng rubbed his temples. This rainy day was really giving people a headache. He hadn’t heard of Zhang Yan having a headache recently. How come this problem has transferred to him?

It could also be that I didn’t sleep well.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng took out his phone and sent a message to Zhai Xiuming: "When are you free? Let's have dinner together."

It was still early, so I didn't expect to get a reply. I sat down to organize the materials needed for today's surgery and to familiarize myself with the patient's condition.

After reading only two pages, Lin Feng felt that he was not good enough. His mind was in a mess, like a mass of paste bumping around. He was restless and couldn't calm down, let alone sit still.

I simply got up, walked to the first floor through the security passage, bought a cup of American coffee at Starbucks, and climbed up the stairs again.

After all this back and forth, I actually sweated a little in this wet autumn, and the turbidity in my heart was also discharged a little bit.

I drank another cup of coffee, and the bitterness spread from my taste buds to every pore of my body, finally pushing all the clutter into the corner. I calmed down, read the patient's medical records carefully, and printed out all the notices that needed to be signed, waiting for the operating room to pick up the patient.

Before the working hours, Director Shao had already arrived at the inpatient department, changed his clothes, put on venous dilation stockings, and walked towards the ward.

When I walked into the ward, I saw Lin Feng was already there. He lowered his head to adjust his sleeves, and his expression looked a little relaxed.

This kid is still so serious, which makes me feel reassured. It’s just that his academic qualifications are a little low. If he wants to get ahead in the future, I’m afraid he will have to spend more time and energy.

"Have you eaten anything after 10 o'clock last night? Have you drunk any water? You must tell us the truth, otherwise there is a possibility of failure of the operation." Lin Feng was explaining the preoperative precautions very seriously.

"No." The patient and his family said in unison.

"This is the surgical risk notification. Pay attention to this part in particular..." Lin Feng patiently explained the possible accidents that might occur during the operation and the measures that the doctor might take. He broke down those obscure professional terms and explained them in a way that everyone could understand.

"Okay, if there are no problems, sign these documents."

"Put on hospital clothes, no underwear. The master will push a bed over to pick you up later."

Lin Feng explained everything in detail, then returned to his office, sorted out the documents, and went to Director Shao's office to wait for him to go to the operating room together.

The phone rang, and it was a reply from Zhai Xiuming. "Oh, our busy doctor Lin actually remembered me. He got up early."

Naturally, Lin Feng saw Zhai Xiuming's teasing through the screen of his mobile phone. The other person should have just woken up, while he was about to go to the operating table.

There is really no comparison. Comparing yourself with others will only make you feel pissed off.

Lin Feng sighed and replied a few words in the corridor before reaching Director Shao's office.

"I've already arrived at work and will be going into the operating room soon. Please decide on a time and place based on our schedules." Lin Feng sent over his work schedule.

Zhai Xiuming was brushing his teeth with a toothbrush when he saw the phone screen light up. He took it and looked at it. "Oh my god!"

"Are you the donkey of the production team? This shift schedule is really terrifying."

"Wait a minute. When I get to work, I'll check my appointments and study it carefully."

Zhai Xiuming thought to himself that it was a good thing that he had chosen psychology instead of clinical medicine, otherwise he would have to do this job with little pay and a lot of trouble even with tears in his eyes.

I have to say that Lin Feng is in good health. Sometimes people wonder if he doesn't need to sleep.

While in school, he was always the one kicked out by the librarian. He also participated in the school debate team, worked part-time during the day, and tutored on weekends.

A true master of time management.

It is normal for tutors to fight for him. Who doesn't want a smart, obedient, hardworking and low-priced laborer?

Now Lin Feng is also a popular commodity that all the directors are vying for. There are not many people who are equally good in theory and practice, and he is also a single dog who can be on duty every day.

No, a single workaholic.

Lin Feng saw Zhai Xiuming's reply but did not reply. He would naturally send another message after he had figured out their itinerary.

When Lin Feng knocked on the door and entered Director Shao's office, he saw a very wonderful combination.

Director Shao held a piece of dark chocolate in his left hand and a glass in his right hand. There was about half a cup of black tea in the glass, and the tea soup was as red as if it was brewed with soy sauce.

"Director Shao, the patient in bed 29 is ready. I will go to the operating room to make preparations first."

Director Shao raised the teacup in his right hand towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng knew that it meant for him to go first.

I didn’t expect that Director Shao also likes to eat chocolate. Why didn’t I notice it before?

Maybe no one noticed it, everyone just knew that Director Shao liked to drink strong tea, the kind that is so strong that it tastes bitter.

This has become the norm. Young people drink either coffee or milk tea, while directors all have a cup of tea. There are not many people like Director Shao who like to drink strong tea, but many people drink wolfberry, ginseng, and astragalus.

It may also be that when people reach a certain age, their traditional Chinese bloodline naturally awakens.

It was hard for Lin Feng to imagine that when he reached middle age, he probably wouldn't look very elegant holding a cup of strong tea.

After Lin Feng put his cell phone, watch and other items into the locker, he went to the locker room to change into surgical clothes and shoes and wash his hands. Everything was as normal as eating and sleeping.

After five hours of surgery, Lin Feng saw Zhang Yan's reply, "Good morning, Doctor Lin."

Lin Feng looked at the time and casually replied with a good afternoon.

Zhai Xiuming has not confirmed the time and place yet. Is he so busy? Busier than the president of a big company? He can't make time.

But there is always one thing that is better than himself. Zhai Xiuming is busy because he makes money, but he is busy for a long time, but one complaint leads to several years of work in vain.

If you don't listen to the doctor, the postoperative recovery effect is not ideal, or you can't recover to a healthy state after the operation. It must be that the orthopedic doctor is not skilled enough, and this hospital is just cheating people out of money.

My mental state has not recovered well and has not improved after several psychological consultations. It is not the doctor's fault. It is my own fault for not being obedient.

Medical disputes arising from psychological consultations are only a fraction of those arising from orthopedics. After all, if there is no effect, Zhai Xiuming and his colleagues will recommend that clients register with the hospital's psychiatric department and receive psychological intervention through drug treatment.

The worst outcome is being locked up in a mental hospital, which is a situation no one wants or is willing to face.

After being busy all morning and having no appetite for food, Lin Feng went to the milk tea shop downstairs and bought a cup of milk tea. The intake of sugar made him feel happy.

Zhang Yan is in a meeting. The company is preparing to launch a new product. The product manager and the publicity manager are arguing. If the space is not limited, the two might fight.

When he saw Lin Feng's reply of "good afternoon", he couldn't suppress the smile on his face, making the employees below think that the boss was laughing at the two guys who rolled up their sleeves and quarreled.