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"Director Yi, why don't you go back to the conference room?" Zhou Yewu thought for a while, feeling that there is such a possibility.

Xu Liangzhi looked a little annoyed: "Where did I not do well? Is it possible that Xiaolian doesn't like me?"

possible?

Zhou Yewu glanced at the grass beside him.

Isn’t this something that anyone with a discerning eye can see?

Director Yi clearly doesn’t like Xu Liangzhi.

"I'm going back to the conference room." Xu Liangzhi was a little disappointed.

As soon as he left, Chen Riyuan and Zhou Yewu continued to walk forward.

The two walked around the hospital's inpatient department.

Not to mention, in addition to medical staff, there are also quite a lot of volunteers wearing red clothes.

Zhou Yewu heard from Chen Riyuan that most of these volunteers are from Wuhan and take the initiative to participate in the hospital's anti-epidemic work.

Because many of them are non-medical, they are arranged to take care of their temperature and send masks and other materials.

Although it is simple, it is also doing its part for Wuhan.

The two of them walked around for a while and felt that it was really boring, so they chose to go back to the conference room.

When he returned to the conference room, Zhou Yewu also found that everyone was back.

In fact, sometimes it's quite boring to do nothing.

"Do you want to play cards?" I don't know which doctor suggested.

Yi Xiaolian glanced at the doctor who proposed and said, "It's time, and I still think of playing cards. Don't forget, what are we doing in Wuhan."

Seeing this, Xu Liangzhi hurriedly said, "Xiaolian, don't be angry, aren't everyone allocated their jobs well?"

Yi Xiaolian seemed even more angry when she saw Xu Liangzhi talking: "Is there any part for you to speak here?"

Xu Liangzhi felt a little aggrieved: "I'm not doing this for everyone's good? I'm so bored here."

Yi Xiaolian looked at Xu Liangzhi and felt a little disappointed: "You can't read more about the new G guidelines, you're going to Linping Hospital to take over the ward."

Reading the guide? Xu Liangzhi smiled: "I have been studying this for a long time and I am familiar with it. If I don't believe it, let's communicate with Xiaolian."

"I won't communicate with you." Yi Xiaolian turned her body with a practical internal medicine book.

...

Is this considered a flirting?

Everyone didn't speak, and they watched the conversation between the two directors silently.

But how should I get through this afternoon?

Zhou Yewu felt bored with his cheeks on his back.

This super NB doctor has no news since the patient with lung nodules.

"It's boring." Zhou Yewu couldn't help but say.

Seeing Yi Xiaolian a little angry, Xu Liangzhi didn't dare to sit beside him anymore and made it boring.

He saw Zhou Yewu holding his cheeks aside with bored expressions on his face, and leaning towards Zhou Yewu with a wicked smile.

"Do you want to have a game?" Xu Liangzhi opened up the Glory of Kings.

While opening it, he also approached Zhou Yewu.

this……

Zhou Yewu was just thinking about whether to go online or not.

I saw Chen Riyuan cursing directly: "Don't harm others here, okay? I'm disrespectful to you."

"What's wrong with entertainment occasionally? You old antique." Xu Liangzhi still hinted at Zhou Yewu with his eyes.

Zhou Yewu looked at the battery power of his phone, and only 20% was left, so he pushed it off with the flow.

Xu Liangzhi had no choice but to play there alone in a depressed manner.

Unexpectedly, Director Xu was so good at this. Zhou Yewu didn't expect that Xu Liangzhi actually liked to play King of Glory.

Division of labor in conference room.

Zhou Yewu and Chen Riyuan were assigned to the respiratory department ward

On January 29, 2020, I received news today that all ordinary patients in our hospital have vacated and officially accepted COVID-19 patients in the afternoon. The hospital I am in is a large Grade A hospital in Wuhan. This is my third year of employment. I am an ICU resident. In the afternoon, I asked my wife to prepare a cover, pad, change clothes and toiletries for me, bring a folding bed donated by enthusiastic people, and the one I planned to donate to the department. I ordered goggles online a long time ago, got into the car driven by enthusiastic citizens, and came to our hospital. I arrived at the hospital at around 4 pm, and our fever was at this time.

The clinic has been lined up, and the citizens have received news that the new construction of the campus in our country can accommodate patients. Although Wuhan has opened several designated hospitals and more than 3,000 beds, it is still impossible to accept so many patients with fever. I called the department downstairs, and the nurse dragged a cart down to pick me up. Since the door of the hospitalization office was closed, she and I had to go through the fever crowd and go in through a door in the middle of the hospital. Although we have already put on masks and quarantine clothes (actually a disposable surgical clothes), when we are walking through these people, I still feel my hair standing upside down. Will I be hit?

When I arrived in Corey, there was no patient in Corey. Our ICU was still being renovated. The temporary ICU was set up in other ordinary wards. I packed up my things and moved the goggles donated to Corey to the head nurse's office. Everyone was very busy and came and went in a hurry. I turned on Corey's computer and looked at the current situation of the new ICU. In one afternoon, 20 patients had been collected. Hearing the director's phone call, "We are already full, we can't accept patients anymore. This is really the last one." Is it really the last one? I deeply doubt it,

There are too many serious patients. My WeChat keeps ringing. Some friends ask about the condition, some ask about the bed, and some donation groups... Recently, the news is full when I open my phone every day. I read all the lungs of all the patients collected in the evening. I basically have a preliminary impression. At night, I ate a bucket of instant instant noodles, drank two boxes of milk, and ate an apple I brought from home. After looking at the express delivery information, the supplies donated by the classmates have arrived in Wuhan, but have not yet reached the courier. Quick, I urged in my heart that I will go to the battlefield tomorrow.

Today is the first day I have been keeping my diary, and it is also the first day that a resident who doesn’t want to bring the virus to his home and has nowhere to go, stays in the hospital.

I had a preliminary impression that I ate a bucket of instant noodles, drank two boxes of milk, and ate an apple I brought from home. After checking the express delivery information, the supplies donated by the classmates had arrived in Wuhan, but they had not yet reached the courier. Quick, I urged in my heart that I would go to the battlefield tomorrow.

Today is the first day I have been keeping my diary, and it is also the first day that a resident who doesn’t want to bring the virus to his home and has nowhere to go, stays in the hospital.
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