An older doctor patted the young doctor’s shoulder and smiled: Don’t worry. Their hospital’s ergency departnt director is a very kind person, though he’s jokingly called Lord Yan.
"Inform the family." Zhang Huayao said.
"Yes." The young resident doctor felt confident, opened the dical record and took out a pen, ready to record the boss’s dical orders.
Noticing this action, Zhang Huayao’s mouth twitched slightly, glanced at the young doctor out of the corner of his eye, and then turned around, conveniently facing the chief nurse who had co up to him.
"Director Zhang." The chief nurse knew the boss was super busy, so she kept it brief, "The airport called us, asking for our leader to answer."
This matter surely needed Zhang Huayao to communicate with the airport directly to clarify.
"The airport is looking for , what’s up?" Zhang Huayao pondered while speaking, and glanced again at the young doctor waiting for his dical orders before simply turning around to leave with the chief nurse.
The young doctor waiting with pen in hand suddenly realized the leader was leaving, dumbfounded, he took two steps forward: "Director Zhang—"
"I don’t have ti." Zhang Huayao lazily tossed this remark to the group of young doctors waiting for him to play monkey tricks.
Where would he find the ti? Each one waiting for him to give orders? Did they forget they were doctors too? Beco independent sooner, young people.
The young doctor felt a tightness in his heart. The boss obviously wouldn’t provide him with a plan and was letting him figure it out on his own. Boss Zhang is Lord Yan, the Lord Yan over the young doctors’ heads, no doubt about it.
Zhang Huayao shook his head, thinking about how comparing people could drive him mad. He rembered another young doctor he had recently t, who was just halfway through their internship but handled patient rescues all by themselves. Yet this person, having graduated and beco a licensed physician, still expected him to give dical orders.
It shows how hard it is to find a good young doctor.
Walking to the nurse’s station, he reached for the phone, and Zhang Huayao greeted the person at the other end of the 120 ergency line: "What’s the situation, go ahead."
"Here’s the thing," the 120 center operator carefully explained the ins and outs of the situation.
"They said they were a dical student from our hospital, did they ntion their na?" Zhang Huayao asked.
"She said her surna is Xie."
Surna Xie. Just a few seconds ago, he thought of that person, and here they were. Zhang Huayao’s eyelid flicked as if startled, and his shrewd eyes darted around.
The chief nurse listening on the side tried hard to recall which intern at their hospital had the surna Xie. Based on the information communicated by the airport, this Xie intern seed skilled; outstanding people always leave an impression. Why couldn’t she rember a talented intern nad Xie in their hospital?
Seeing Zhang Huayao’s sowhat peculiar expression, the chief nurse quietly asked, "Director Zhang, do you know Dr. Xie?"
She wanted Zhang Huayao to help jog her mory of the Xie intern.
Zhang Huayao’s mouth curved into a smile as he confidently asked the 120 center staff opposite: "She’s a female doctor, right?"
"Yes." The 120 staff recognized that he knew the person, and said, "If it’s true, could your hospital please send an ambulance to the airport to pick up the patient?"
"Did she say she wanted to bring the patient to our hospital?" Zhang Huayao clarified. This person hadn’t co to their hospital for an internship yet; if the folks at Guoxie found out, would they want to deal with Student Xie?
"She was originally escorting a critically ill patient to your hospital. Didn’t you know about this?" The 120 staff continued to convey the information provided by the airport and the flight.
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