How could it not taste good after failing once and making it again?
Yin Fengchun closed the car door and continued to throw cold water on her: "Don’t tell Yingying and the others that we failed before. Otherwise, they won’t eat it."
"No, no. Yingying isn’t like that." Wu Lixuan was full of confidence in her best friend, then frowned and glanced at him, "You’re the one who said you’d make curry chicken rice for , and in the end, it turned into saying I’d have to accept it if it’s not tasty."
He cooked for her with the motive of creating an atmosphere for the two of them, nothing else. Yin Fengchun’s lips curved into a slight smile.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t see his intentions, but Wu Lixuan was caught between laughing and crying. Just like Doctor Dong at the hospital always said he was like a little boy. It had to be said, sotis he really was, even though he was older than her.
The wind was chilly, and it seed like it might snow again, so Yin Fengchun hurriedly grabbed her hand and walked into the hospital to avoid the wind.
Suddenly, a piercing siren sounded behind them. The two turned to see an ambulance rushing through the hospital gates.
"They’re back." So people were waiting for the ambulance downstairs at the hospital, shouting loudly to alert others when the vehicle arrived.
The ambulance ca to a stop, and the rear door opened. A swarm of dical staff rushed up, swiftly pulling the stretcher with the patient lying on it down from the vehicle and pushing it straight into the hospital building, avoiding the cold wind outside.
Among the crowd, there were doctors in white coats, nurses in nursing uniforms, drivers and family mbers in regular clothes, and security guards directing traffic. Various people mingled together in the nightti, making it hard to distinguish faces.
Wu Lixuan and Yin Fengchun stood on the outskirts, watching, without getting closer to hinder the rescue team.
Doctor Peng and Doctor Zheng, having received the news, rushed down the stairs.
The phone call between the ambulance and the hospital couldn’t fully describe the situation.
The two teachers hurried to the patient’s side to examine them.
The blood pressure and heart rate were stabilized, and the bleeding temporarily stopped. Lifting the blanket and gauze pad, the two teachers saw the tip of a glove exposed from the incision. Sure enough, it was the ergency asure taken by Student Xie.
They needed to move the patient into the operating room, open the abdominal cavity, and examine the situation more thoroughly. Doctor Peng instructed the team to transfer the patient to the obstetrics operating room, where an anesthesiologist and surgical nurse were on standby.
Doctor Zheng, following after the patient, saw the bloodstains on the two students and urged them, "Quickly, go wash up and change your blood-stained clothes."
The teachers in clinical practice always emphasized the importance of preventing occupational infections. A patient’s blood could always potentially carry bacteria or other infectious diseases. In the rush to save lives, one might not pay attention for a mont, but afterwards, it was crucial to carry out disinfection and cleaning. This was to protect oneself and other patients alike.
If a hospital-acquired infection occurs within the hospital, it’s not simply due to patient-to-patient transmission. It’s possible that dical staff could transmit it to other patients. Patients who aren’t in the know might think they’re being disliked by the dical staff, which isn’t the case. dical personnel ensuring their own protection simultaneously protects the patient as much as possible. Imagine if you infect a healthcare worker, they might not complain, but if it spreads to other patients, those people aren’t dical personnel; they won’t have that kind of dical tolerance.
Following the teacher’s orders, Xie Wanying and the others didn’t follow the teachers into the operating room; instead, they went to the restroom to wash their hands.
After washing their hands, a voice echoed in the corridor: "Yingying."
It was the voice of a childhood friend.
Turning around, Xie Wanying, in the dim hospital corridor under the sleepy fluorescent light at night, smiled as she saw the couple holding hands.
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