Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

At the moment when the truck hit him, Ye Yibai's last thought was... This way of dying is really disgraceful.

Ye Yibai is a very rule-abiding person. He always believes that rules and order are the cornerstone of a civilized society. Under normal circumstances, he would never do such a thing of crossing the road.

This time it was really an accident.

He came out of the Heart Forum, whose full name is "Cardiovascular Development and Regenerative Medicine Summit Forum", and met several family members of patients with medical records.

This is also a rare and common thing. For a medical summit forum of this size, the participants are all authorities on the heart. Many well-informed family members of patients will wait outside the door with their medical records, trying to get more for their families. greater chance of survival.

The security personnel supporting the forum quickly stepped forward and surrounded Ye Yibai to prevent them from approaching.

"Doctor Ye..."

"Doctor Ye, my father..."

"Doctor Ye, Doctor Ye, please, my son is only six years old, please help him!" This was a thin woman with a northern accent, she was a bit short, and was squeezed by several strong people who pushed forward. Huge men squeezed behind her, but she still tried to poke her head forward, Ye Yibai noticed that her feet were stepped on by one of the men, it was summer, and she was wearing sandals.

Ye Yibai frowned slightly, turned his head and said a few words to one of the organizers who came to see him off.

The organizer staff nodded and walked out of the team quickly.

"Everyone listen to me, Dr. Ye has an operation in the afternoon, and now he has to catch a plane, so don't stand in the way. If you have needs, you can go to the hotel lobby and ask our staff for Dr. Ye's work email address. watch."

After the organizers finished speaking, some people hesitated, but more people still pushed forward. They knew in their hearts that the work mailbox of this kind of big doctor receives thousands of medical records from all over the world every day, and the chance of being selected is really low. Poor, but face-to-face is different. Face-to-face, as long as the doctor picks up, the hope of being selected is very high.

"Doctor Ye..."

"Doctor Ye!"

Seeing that Ye Yibai was about to reach the car, the crowd squeezed harder and harder.

The accident happened at this time.Xu Shi saw himself being squeezed further and further back, and the doctor was about to get in the car. The northern woman whose feet were trampled on bloody feet rushed out of the crowd, rushed to the middle of the main road and knelt down with a "slap".

The crowd was silent for an instant, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

Ye Yibai couldn't hold back the serious expression on his face anymore, he took two quick steps, walked out of the protection circle of the security personnel, and was about to help him up.At this moment, a rush of horns sounded, and a large truck that appeared at an unknown time was rushing towards the two of them at an extremely fast speed.

Ye Yibai was startled suddenly, subconsciously pushed the woman in front of him aside, severe pain followed, his eyes were blinded by a dazzling red.

It's a red light... Sure enough, nothing good will happen if you don't follow the rules.

……

It is said that saving one’s life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If the head Ye Yibai snatched back from the god of death is counted, the pagoda he built could fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. Therefore, according to the unscientific theory, He should have a good pregnancy in his next life.

But he didn't expect that this next life would come so quickly, just opening and closing his eyes, he didn't even fully experience the feeling of death, and he was alive again as soon as he opened his eyes!

Ye Yibai stared at his slender hands without calluses for a long time, and then slowly turned his gaze to the side.

Wooden floors, wooden walls, elegant canopy beds, well-crafted drawers, and old black photos with a sense of time. In this room, traditional Chinese style and contemporary American style are perfectly integrated.

His eyes fell on the calendar with beauties painted on the top of the chest of drawers, and under the picture of Qiaoxiaoqianxi beauties, "22 Years of the Republic of China" was impressively printed in black and white.

Ye Yibai felt unreal as if in a dream. He slowly sat up from the bed, bent over, put on his shoes, and then slowly got up. His body was still a little weak, and his feet were limp on the ground.

He walked slowly to the window.

The setting sun fell on the wooden floor through the stained glass window, forming beautiful mottled light and shadows. He raised his hand and placed it on the window sill. The wooden window sill was warm in his hand. He hesitated for a second or two, and then he pushed the window open. .

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the police chief beat the waiter to death in the street."

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the police chief beat the waiter to death in the street."

The newsboy's voice was clear and loud, and it reached my ears with the sound of the wind.

The whole world suddenly became noisy and lively, the shouts of hawkers, the laughter of children mixed with the shouts of adults, the wheels of bicycles rolled over the bluestone road, the stone slabs were tilted up and down, making a "bang" sound, and there was a disk at the corner. Rickshaw drivers with whips and towels waved fans to greet passers-by.

Looking up, he could even see the Huangpu River not far away. The steam turbine whistled, and the black smoke overflowed from the chimney, blackening half of the sky.

God, it's a lie...

After standing by the window for half an hour blowing the wind with the unique salty smell of Huangpu River, checking his heartbeat and pulse, and doing a few sets of psychological test questions to test his mental state, Ye Yibai finally accepted the fact .

In 1933 A.D., he... came to this unsettled era.

"Bo'er, you're awake! Why are you standing at the window? You're not fully recovered, and you'll be fine if you catch the wind." A female voice broke the silence in the room. The woman held the medicine in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. , The high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground and made a "click-click" sound.

Ye Yibai recovered from his trance, he looked at the person who came, she was a woman in her early thirties, with a beautiful appearance, wearing a dark blue crochet cheongsam, with eye-catching wavy curly hair, but maybe she didn't have a good rest Because of this, her eyes were a little black, and she couldn't hide her fatigue.

Zhang Su'e.

Ye Yibai quickly recognized that the woman in front of him was the mother of the young master with the same name and surname as him.

"You're such an adult, you don't even know how to wear clothes when you wake up. Let Xiao Fu take a few more days off for you tomorrow. You're going to graduate anyway, and you don't have many classes." Zhang Su'e babbled, putting the medicine on On the side, he hurriedly went to help Ye Yibai get his clothes.

"Your father sent a telegram this morning. He was very happy that you were admitted to the Foreign Affairs Office and said that we should go back to Hangzhou this year for the Chinese New Year." When Zhang Su'e said this, her eyes were beaming and she was very happy.

Ye Yibai's eyes fell on the telegram with a few words, and the memories belonging to the young master in his mind were played at high speed.

The young master is also called Ye Yibai, born in the Ye family in Hangzhou, his father Ye Guangyan, his mother Zhang Su'e, and his sister Ye Xian who is three years older than him.

Although the tea merchants of the Ye family in Hangzhou are not top-notch and famous, they can be regarded as a wealthy family in this area of ​​Hangzhou.

Especially after the fall of the feudal dynasty, the hierarchical concept of scholars, farmers, businessmen was broken, and the high-ranking officials and lords on weekdays suddenly fell to the altar, but the rich local gentry like the Ye family became the favored objects of the new powers.

The Ye family seized this opportunity and actively donated money and materials to participate in the revolution. Ye Guangyan published articles in newspapers many times calling on people to uproot the feudal remnants with a destructive momentum, especially his article "On Letting Concubines", which believed that keeping concubines was a feudal law. Bad habits, and starting from oneself, the remarks of resolutely supporting monogamy have won applause from democrats.

Rich and famous, the young master seems to have drawn a good set of cards right from birth, but in fact, his mother Zhang Su'e is just the concubine in Ye Guangyan's "On Freeing Concubines", and he, the so-called Ye's eldest son, is also in the real world. Mrs. Ye was sent to Shanghai after giving birth to Lin'er.

"The Foreign Affairs Department is the department that deals with foreigners on behalf of our country. It sounds more prestigious than the department your father is in. I heard that the old lady is also very happy. Take a look at this watch. Your father specially entrusted someone to bring it to you. I went out to inquire, how much do you think it will cost?" Zhang Su'e picked up the exquisite velvet box on the chest of drawers and wiped it, almost smiling.

"At least five hundred silver dollars!" She stretched out a hand and made a five's gesture.

Ye Yibai glanced at the watch box with English letters written on it, and a sense of sadness flashed in his eyes, "LONGINES" Longines watch, as a surgeon, Ye Yibai never wears any jewelry on his hands, but this does not prevent When he saw this string of familiar English letters in this strange age, he felt a sense of intimacy.

Zhang Su'e misunderstood Ye Yibai's eyes, he only thought that he was happy for his father's attention, and the distress and unwillingness in his eyes flashed by.

"Bai'er, don't worry, you will be an official if you are admitted to the Foreign Affairs Office, and the rest of the mother will help you fight for it, and no one can take it away from you!" Zhang Su'e seemed to be inspired by something, and her words A high-spirited momentum.

Ye Yibai: "Grandmother... that's not what I meant." The phrase "Grandma" was not as difficult as he imagined, and the voice of the 20-year-old was a little hoarse, which was quite nice.

"Bai'er, don't worry, you just study hard and work hard, and other mothers will do it." Zhang Su'e's face was full of love and distress.

Before Ye Yibai could explain again, Zhang Su'e saw the medicine bowl on the side, picked it up and handed it to him, "Okay, drink the medicine first, nothing is as important as your body."

Ye Yibai: ...

What are you going to do?Ye Yibai looked at Zhang Su'e's appearance of "everything is up to me" and "always ready to fight at home", opened his mouth and was speechless for a while, Zhang Su'e has been fighting for half of his life, even if he says no to fight now, Zhang Su'e will I think this is a child's momentary anger.

He can't say, "Mom, there will be a war in four years, no matter what you fight for, a cannonball will be nothing in four years."

"Drink, it won't work if it's cold!" Zhang Su'e passed the bowl forward again.

Dr. Ye's mouth was tightly pursed into a straight line. He took what Zhang Su'e was holding, closed his eyes, and fell silent.

Before the bitterness in his mouth could spread, a piece of caramel was stuffed into his mouth, and Zhang Su'e was smiling at him lovingly.

Ye Yibai was stunned, a warm feeling slowly penetrated into his heart, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. Although this is an unstable era, he is healthy and does not worry about food and clothing, and there are people who love him. His family, the second life he picked up, what more could he ask for.

Thus, Ye Yibai spent his first night in this era with satisfaction and gratitude.

"Ye Yibai! Ye Yibai!" The next day was slightly bright, and Ye Yibai seemed to hear someone calling him while he was half asleep.

"Who is calling the soul?" Ever since Ye Yibai became a Mayo doctor and made certain achievements in the professional field, he has realized the freedom of sleep.

The capitalist medical system is still very friendly to doctors, especially in hospitals like Mayo that encourage doctors to conduct scientific research. The number of surgery appointments released by Ye Yibai in a year is only one-fifth of that of doctors of the same level in China. He is willing to put the operation time in the afternoon, so he has not experienced this kind of awakening in a deep sleep for a long time.

The voice in his ear stopped for two seconds, and then Ye Yibai felt the whole world shaking!

"Ye Yibai! If you don't get up again, you will be late for class!"

Ye Yibai suddenly opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was a chubby round face.

Shen Fu.

The name of the owner of this face popped into Ye Yibai's mind, he blinked his eyes, and slowly came to his senses, oh, yes, he is now in the Republic of China, a young master of the Republic of China who is still in school.

"Clean up, I'll wait for you outside." After Shen Fu finished speaking, he ran out of the room with his leather shoes stepping on the floor, making a "creaking" sound.

Ye Yibai sat up from the bed with a sullen face. He has been studying for eight years in a row, 80 hours a week in surgery rotation for three years, and trained in clinical specialists for five years while doing scientific research. Going to school again! !

"Ye Yibai, hurry up!" Shen Fu's urging voice came from the door again.

He got up from the bed expressionlessly, washed and dressed, changed his shoes, took his schoolbag and went out. The moment he stepped out of the room, Ye Yibai suddenly looked up at Shen Fu.

Shen Fu?

Shen Fu!

Zhang Su'e, Ye Guangyan, Ye Xian, Shen Fu!

"Jinling Yanhualu"? !