Hospital
A Familiar Medical Environment
Lu Yinxi shook off her hand. “I’m not accompanying you, I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Jian Qing propped herself up with one hand, half leaning against the headboard, and glanced at her sideways. She said calmly, “The guest room is next door.”
The implication was for her to sleep in the guest room.
Lu Yinxi froze for a moment, then turned and walked away. After taking a few steps, she stopped, turned back, and said, “I brought the first aid kit in.”
Jian Qing glanced at the first aid kit Lu Yinxi was carrying, ignored it, and tapped the pillow beside her with her fingertip. “Yours, take it back.”
The guest bedroom was for the original owner to rest. In the first half of the night, the original owner had come over with a pillow, saying she was afraid of the dark and the cold, wanting to share the bed with Jian Qing.
Lu Yinxi walked over, picked up the pillow, and hugged it to her chest.
In the eyes of this block of ice, tonight she was a woman who had come over with a pillow to seduce her intentionally, only to regret it at the last moment, slap her, call her crazy, and then act unpredictably and capriciously.
Lu Yinxi felt so embarrassed she wished she could dig a hole in the ground with her toes and bury herself in it.
Jian Qing picked up a magazine from the bedside table to help her fall asleep. “Not leaving, staying?”
Still that indifferent tone, as if she had no interest in Lu Yinxi, with a hint of disdain.
Lu Yinxi hesitated for a moment, hugged the pillow, and reminded softly, “Your left hand’s wound, do you need it re-bandaged?”
Jian Qing glanced at her left hand wrapped in gauze, then looked at Lu Yinxi, pondering for a moment before testing, “How much do you remember of the debridement and suturing I taught you yesterday?”
Hearing this, Lu Yinxi stood there, frantically recalling the plot.
The original owner was a second-year student at the School of Media, introduced into the medical drama crew co-produced by the Health Commission, the Propaganda Department, and a film and television company.
Since it was a task drama jointly produced by state units, it couldn’t be too outrageous in terms of ideology, and the medical knowledge couldn’t be too inaccurate.
Therefore, the director specifically organized for the crew’s actors to intern at the hospital for two months.
As the Health Commission was leading the filming of the task drama, the hospital naturally didn’t dare to slack off and had the Medical Education Department arrange for doctors from each clinical teaching and research room to provide point-to-point teaching.
Jian Qing happened to be Lu Yinxi’s temporary tutor.
Lu Yinxi looked into Jian Qing’s eyes, hugged the pillow tighter, and said weakly, “I forgot everything…”
She had studied medicine but dropped out after the second year.
First- and second-year medical students only take basic theoretical courses such as histology and embryology, biochemistry, systemic anatomy, and regional anatomy. Clinical skills like debridement and suturing are only encountered in the experimental courses of 《Surgery》 in the third year.
Jian Qing’s icy gaze swept over her, making Lu Yinxi feel even less confident. She still muttered softly, “Even if I remember, I can’t be the one to suture you…”
In her second year, she had been dragged into intensive training for clinical skills competitions by a training teacher and had practiced those skills, but many years had passed, and her techniques had long since become rusty.
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“Even if I could suture, we don’t have anesthetics at home. We can’t just do it like on TV, suturing without anesthesia would be excruciating… How about we go to a nearby clinic for suturing? I can drive, I’m good at that, I’ll take you there.” At this point, Lu Yinxi had no ulterior motives, just treating Jian Qing as an ordinary patient with a cut on her left hand, trying to show her kindness as much as possible.
Jian Qing looked down at the magazine. “No need, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
Seeing this as a dismissal, Lu Yinxi nodded and made a sound of agreement, not forgetting to remind her, “Then remember to clean the wound again.” After speaking, she hugged the pillow and left, closing the door behind her.
Once the door was closed, the room fell silent again. Jian Qing lowered her head and continued reading an article on multiple personality disorder in the magazine.
She had never taught Lu Yinxi debridement and suturing, so where did the idea of forgetting come from?
The next morning, Jian Qing packed up and took Lu Yinxi from the country villa back to Jiangzhou City.
It wasn’t for suturing her hand but because a few patients in the team were critically ill, and the junior doctors couldn’t handle it. They had called her over ten times during the night, ostensibly to consult and report, but in reality, they were sending out a distress signal—come back quickly, I can’t handle this.
The New Year’s holiday was thus canceled.
This was normal for Jian Qing since she started working, and she was already used to it. After a brief thought, she also dragged Lu Yinxi to the hospital.
Jian Qing’s image in the hospital was always cold and stern, rarely smiling. Suddenly showing up with a faint slap mark and a 5cm cut on her hand, colleagues saw this and smirked, wanting to ask but not daring to approach.
Jian Qing ignored them, pointing to a baby-faced female doctor. “Wei Mingming, come suture this.”
Wei Mingming hurriedly grabbed a suture kit, moved to tears. “Boss, you’re so nice. Those patients see my postgraduate badge and don’t let me do anything. Even my colleagues don’t trust me. Last time, Dr. Zhao got cut, I volunteered, and she didn’t trust me—” She couldn’t help but gossip, “By the way, how did you get such a big cut? And the slap mark, who dared…”
Lu Yinxi kept her head down, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, mocking herself internally: That’s the price of lust.
“Cut while slicing fruit.” Jian Qing glared at Wei Mingming, not explaining the slap mark on her face, instead asking her, “Like suturing? Next month, go rotate in the emergency department.”
“Don’t like it, don’t like it, I only like serving you.” Wei Mingming shook her head like a rattle drum, afraid of being sent to the emergency department, flattering Jian Qing incessantly, “Look at this wound, treated so timely, not infected at all, clearly—”
“Shut up.”
Wei Mingming instantly fell silent.
In the evening, Jian Qing swapped shifts with someone else.
She was on second-line duty, which meant she could be on call at home or sleep in the hospital’s on-call room, only stepping in when the first-line doctor and chief resident couldn’t handle something.
The first-line doctor on duty today was five months pregnant, and there were critically ill patients in the ward, so she stayed in the hospital.
The oncology night shift was relatively calm compared to the surgical system, with no surgeries and rarely needing to handle emergency patients.
Oncology patients could have various critical conditions, and sometimes there were tricky resuscitations. Unlucky on-call doctors wouldn’t get any sleep at night.
Critical conditions could mostly be handled by the first-line on-call doctor, with assistance from the chief resident. Wei Mingming was there to help, while Jian Qing quietly looked up literature on the computer to devise patient treatment plans.
Lu Yinxi was handed a thick stack of materials by Jian Qing.
She had left the medical field five years ago, and now, inexplicably in this unfamiliar world, she was back in a familiar medical environment, with a vague sense of unease in her heart.
She couldn’t help but question again whether this was a bizarre dream.
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She had transmigrated into the world of a book, returning to being 20 years old, back to the hospital, and relearning medical knowledge.
Lu Yinxi had dreamt of similar scenarios countless nights, but never had such a realistic experience.
She bit down hard on her wrist, the piercing pain spreading through her arm, leaving a deep bite mark on her wrist.
Looking at the bite mark, Lu Yinxi almost teared up again.
The bewildered helplessness and tears she couldn’t shed once again stirred a sense of panic and unease within her, yet she dared not show it.
Jian Qing seemed to sense something, turned her head, and looked at Lu Yinxi with a cold expression.
Her aura was too overwhelming, not speaking or smiling, her impassive face almost suffocating people into not daring to breathe loudly.
Lu Yinxi lowered her head, not daring to meet her eyes, trying to shove her feelings of panic and unease into a corner, not letting anyone notice.
Jian Qing stared at Lu Yinxi for a few seconds, pondered for a moment, then pulled a piece of milk candy out of her white coat pocket and silently slipped it into Lu Yinxi’s pocket.
Lu Yinxi was stunned, looked up at the pretty, cold face, then looked down at her pocket, hesitated for a few seconds, reached out, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.
The sweetness spread from her mouth.
Jian Qing pulled out another piece and put it in her pocket.
Lu Yinxi suddenly remembered her childhood when her grandmother would carry her to visit relatives, always putting a few candies in her pocket.
The journey was long, and she would get bored on her grandmother’s back, pouting and wanting to cry. Her grandmother would do the same, feeding her candy piece by piece.
She unwrapped another piece and put it in her mouth.
The childhood memories brought by the milk candy dispelled some of her unease, and Lu Yinxi softly thanked Jian Qing.
Jian Qing took out a third piece of milk candy from her pocket.
This time, Lu Yinxi held out her hand to receive it.
Their right hand and left hand, one cold and one warm, briefly touched.
Jian Qing gave her the candy, withdrew her hand, and continued typing on the computer.
With the candy in her mouth, Lu Yinxi gradually calmed down, her gaze falling on the stack of materials on the table, trying to distract herself.
Whether it was a dream or not, she needed to calm down, quickly get familiar with this environment, and survive in this unfamiliar world.
First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University was the top tertiary hospital in Province A, and the largest teaching hospital in the province.
The hospital had a dedicated oncology comprehensive treatment building.
The Oncology Department, Radiotherapy Department, Interventional Department, Hematology Oncology Department, and Oncology Center Laboratory were all located here, collectively known as the “Oncology Comprehensive Treatment Center.”
The Oncology Department had three wards, and Jian Qing was the associate chief physician of Oncology Ward 2, specializing in the diagnosis and treatment of lung cancer and esophageal cancer, as well as malignant tumors of the stomach, liver, and breast.
Lu Yinxi silently memorized these pieces of information. Midway through, she took out her phone and quietly searched for Jian Qing’s previously published papers, focusing on the first authors and articles in SCI (Scientific Citation Index) Category 1 and 2 journals.
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Her parents were both doctors, and she had grown up in the hospital’s family compound, once determined to join the medical field, so she was very familiar with it.
Oncology was a hot research topic in the medical field, relatively easy to produce papers.
But the number of papers didn’t necessarily indicate high research quality. A good study takes at least two to three years to yield results. Some people publish in SCI Category 4 journals with the same content repackaged, and ignorant media blindly promote them as medical geniuses who have published over 20 SCI papers at a young age.
Industry insiders would scoff—how could there be such a prodigious young talent?
Upon investigation, all the papers were in low-quality journals.
Lu Yinxi opened Jian Qing’s papers and read them one by one.
“Suspecting me of academic misconduct?”
A cold voice sounded by her ear. Lu Yinxi straightened her back and turned her head in the direction of the voice.
Their noses nearly brushed against each other
—almost kissing.
