Sending Flowers
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Patients have two channels to complain about doctors.
One is to complain directly to the hospital’s medical department, where the hospital internally holds the doctor accountable.
The second is to file a real-name complaint on the Health Commission’s platform, where the health administrative department holds the hospital accountable, and the hospital then holds the doctor accountable.
Every day, related staff have to handle a wide variety of complaint reasons, some of which are indeed violations, while others are nonsensical. Most problems still arise from doctor-patient communication.
After understanding the situation, Medical Department Officer Xiao Wu and Jian Qing couldn’t help but laugh and repeatedly nodded: “Understood, understood, then Doctor Jian, you go ahead and get busy.”
Then they call the complaining family again, express an apology, and say that the involved doctor has already been criticized and educated.
The family emphasizes: “Deduct the bonus! You must deduct the bonus!”
“Sister, was the bonus deducted?” In the Oncology Ward Two office, Zhang Yue spins his pen and asks Jian Qing about the complaint situation.
Jian Qing signs and reviews medical records on the computer and calmly says: “Deduct 0.5 personal points.”
Appendix One’s medical staff operate on a points system, with a total of one hundred points each year. Points are deducted for defects in medical records, complaints, medical accidents, and exceeding medical insurance limits… After deductions throughout the year, the year-end bonus is awarded according to the points level.
Wei Mingming called out injustice for her: “This is too much of a rip-off!”
Jian Qing did not express any opinion, only said: “Write the medical records properly.”
Lu Yinxi was filming in the old building, while Jian Qing worked in the tumor building. The two buildings are separated by a hundred meters, and the two generally do not need to go out. Except for mealtimes at noon and evening when they can meet, the rest of the time they are busy with their own tasks.
Students from the school and young medical staff from the hospital, when free, would go to watch the filming, take photos with stars, and get autographs. Students could also sign up to be extras.
One evening, when Jian Qing had some free time, she bought some snacks and drinks and wandered over to take a look.
To prevent disturbances, the filming scene borrowed hospital security to maintain order.
Jian Qing walked up to a glass door but was stopped by security and not allowed to enter.
Actors were moving in position in front of the camera, and the director was guiding them with a walkie-talkie.
Lu Yinxi was leaning sideways against the wall, her head down, tapping her toe on the ground, extremely bored, and did not notice Jian Qing’s arrival.
Jian Qing’s gaze swept over the filming equipment and actors, finally resting on Lu Yinxi, quietly watching her.
The lights inside the room were bright, casting a slender silhouette of her on the wall.
For no reason, a hint of loneliness was revealed, as if drifting outside this world.
Jian Qing took out her phone and sent her a message.
The phone in her pocket buzzed and vibrated, Lu Yinxi took it out, saw it was from Jian Qing, and her eyes brightened.
After seeing the message clearly, she raised her head and looked toward the glass door, where a familiar silhouette came into view, and joy suddenly appeared on her face as she quickly walked over.
As she got closer, she couldn’t help but start to jog, directly running into Jian Qing’s embrace: “Charge!”
Jian Qing hugged her.
With many people around on the film set, Lu Yinxi hugged tightly once and then let go, asking: “Off work, ready to go home?”
Jian Qing responded with a hum, lifting the bag to swing it twice in front of Lu Yinxi.
Lu Yinxi’s eyes followed it, swaying left and right, then she grabbed it: “What is it?”
“Kiwi juice.” Jian Qing tore open the straw packaging, inserted it into the cup, and handed it to Lu Yinxi, “Off work?”
Lu Yinxi took it and sipped a few times: “Tonight, I have to shoot a big night scene, so I might not be able to return.”
Jian Qing didn’t express anything, opened the pastry’s packaging, and planned to continue feeding her.
Lu Yinxi reached out to take it herself, but Jian Qing didn’t allow it, calmly saying: “You haven’t washed your hands.”
She cannot accept touching food without washing hands in the hospital.
Lu Yinxi looked around and said: “There’s no water source on this floor, ah, if I want to use the restroom, I have to go to the first floor.”
The upper floors of this old building were originally administrative offices, which later moved to a new building. This place is now used to store data and sundries, while the downstairs, originally a patient area, is now used as a teaching base for medical students and trainees, equipped with many simulation mannequins and instruments.
Jian Qing put on a transparent glove, picked up a piece of mung bean cake, and fed it to her lips.
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Lu Yinxi took a bite, then pulled Jian Qing a little farther away.
They moved away from the filming site, hiding in a corridor corner, like a couple having a secret meeting.
No need for too many words; merely standing together, silently accompanying, is enough to make their hearts joyful and satisfied.
In the corner, there is a sealed window.
To prevent suicidal patients, the hospital’s windows either have bars blocking them or are completely sealed and cannot be opened.
Outside the window, black clouds are like ink, with continuous rain.
Lu Yinxi stood by the window and asked Jian Qing: “Is it raining, did you bring an umbrella?”
“No.” Jian Qing pinched a piece of pastry and put it into her own mouth, then took out her phone to type, discussing a shift change with someone.
After a while, she said: “I’m not going back, tonight I’ll be on duty at the hospital.”
Lu Yinxi guessed she was temporarily changing shifts with someone to stay with her in the hospital, and she gently responded with a small, joyful sound.
“Is filming tiring?”
“It’s okay, it’s not the especially hot big summer now, and it’s not a costume drama. Modern dramas are relatively more relaxed, no need for makeup or wearing thick costumes.”
“After finishing filming this drama, what do you plan to do?”
Lu Yinxi didn’t answer immediately.
She does not understand the next part of the plot; her original plan was to go abroad, to stay far away from these people. Now, she cannot make the decision to leave, as she has someone she wants to protect.
Until today, she still cannot guess why the Jian Qing in the book would become such a person.
Now, she can see the discord between Jian Qing and Lan Zhou, Chu Yan, but it is ultimately only small conflicts, not deep-seated hatred or great enmity. Why did it finally lead to opposition?
She asked Jian Qing: “Would you be willing to travel abroad with me for a while?”
“For how long?”
“Is half a year okay?”
If she cannot guess, can she try to take her along to avoid it?
Jian Qing smiled slightly: “How is that possible?”
The department is currently short of people to work, and unless one is going abroad to attend an academic conference, the unit will not approve leave for more than 5 days without reason.
She added: “You can go and have fun for half a month.”
Lu Yinxi sighed, thinking to herself that if she were let out, she might not want to come back.
She secretly complained in her heart, while Jian Qing stared at her for quite a while without speaking.
Suddenly, Lu Yinxi didn’t dare to meet Jian Qing’s eyes.
She always suspected that Jian Qing had mind-reading skills, as she seemed to always see through her thoughts.
Jian Qing shifted her gaze, fed her the last piece of mung bean cake, then clapped her hands: “Back to the department, I have medical records to write.”
She saw Jian Qing to the door: “When you have free time later, I’ll come find you.”
Jian Qing waved her hand and walked down the corridor towards the tumor building without looking back.
Why, she still hasn’t given up the thought of wanting to leave…
Returning to the department, her research assistant neatly placed the documents that needed signing on the desk, carefully attaching labels at the signing spots, and urged: “Doctor Jian, the research records for 001 and 003 need to be written, and tomorrow there’s a follow-up for 004. You’ll be in the office tomorrow morning, right? We need you to authorize the examination.”
Jian Qing took out a pen and swiftly signed, nodding: “Yes. I’m on duty tonight, writing now, it’s not early, you can leave work first.”
She remembered that this young assistant had a partner and probably didn’t want to work overtime.
The assistant happily said: “Alright, just remember to record a few AEs for 001 and 003.”
“Mm, come check tomorrow morning.”
The on-duty doctor was from the neighboring medical group, along with a graduate student and two undergraduate interns.
Jian Qing usually doesn’t rest in the duty room, instead sitting in the bright office all night. When tired, she holds the funny face pillow Lu Yinxi gave her and rests on the desk.
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The duty nurses are divided into upper night and lower night shifts. The upper night nurse yawns and goes to rest, while the lower night one rushes over from nearby home, sometimes bringing supper to treat colleagues.
In the midst of work, although some friction is inevitable, their department, perhaps having seen many cancer families, maintains a generally good atmosphere.
Taking advantage of this moment with nothing much happening, everyone gathers together to eat supper.
Probably because she’s been behaving more approachable lately, the interns from the neighboring group dared to chat with Jian Qing, sincerely praising, “Teacher Jian is so young and pretty; when I first came to the department, I thought she was the chief resident.”
The on-duty doctor said, “She’s not even 35 yet. She’s one of the youngest deputy directors in our hospital. There’s also Yan Miaomiao from their class, another very young deputy director. In a few years, Chu Yan from thoracic surgery might also be promoted.”
The on-duty nurse asked, “Why, is there a director in thoracic surgery who wants to resign?”
Usually, only when a director resigns or retires does a position open up, giving department members a chance to be hired.
The on-duty doctor replied, “Deputy Director Li wasn’t promoted last year and was poached by City X’s First Affiliated Hospital. This year, it should be Director Li.”
The on-duty nurse commented, “Doctor Chu is doing quite well in both research and surgery, but he still lacks seniority. I think Doctor Zhang has a higher probability; he went to aid Tibet and just came back yesterday.”
An intern asked, “Is it true that going to aid in Tibet or Africa can lead to fast promotions?”
The doctor shook his head and laughed, “It’s trading life for a shortcut. That Doctor Zhang, after a year of aiding in Tibet, from the selfies he posted, his hair is all white. A person in their early 30s looks like a 40 or 50-year-old director. Our Doctor Jian, who went to aid for 15 months, was almost killed by a stray bullet. When you start working, if any country experiences an earthquake or epidemic, don’t fear death, don’t fear exhaustion, sign up for the frontline. If you come back alive, you can be promoted.”
The intern shrank back and said, “Then I’ll just endure honestly.”
They all chatted about the drawbacks of title promotions based solely on publications. Another graduate student remarked, “Our department is relatively good; the hematology department upstairs is more oppressive, with all those teenagers and people in their twenties, almost the same age as me, and many children. It makes me not dare to go there later.”
The on-duty doctor said, “The hematology department is the place where interns least dare to stay. In our department, Doctor Jian’s group has Zhang Yue, PhD, who is our current chief resident, a famously good person with a lively personality, liked by many students.”
The on-duty nurse laughed and said, “In their group, only Doctor Jian is the quiet one, the others are quite lively.”
Teased for being the quiet one, Jian Qing lightly smiled and said, “Complementary.”
They chatted on and off until midnight, and everyone let the accompanying interns and graduate students go into the duty room to sleep and rest, leaving Jian Qing and the on-duty doctor to stay in the office.
Enduring until 2 AM, the on-duty doctor finished writing all the medical records and, yawning, went to sleep.
Jian Qing sat in front of the computer, pinched her brow, somewhat tired.
She stood up and gazed out the window at the hospital’s night scene.
In the late night, only the emergency department entrance remained busy, while other wards were quiet, with occasional cries and wailing.
Life is born here, and life also perishes here.
The medical drama filming team had filmed some scenes in the emergency department and finally began to wrap up.
There are no celebrity stars or fanatic fans waiting; everyone walks in groups of three or five, heading back to the nearby hotel together.
Jian Qing estimated that Lu Yinxi would come, so she went to the water room to make a cup of oatmeal, took out fruits and snacks, and waited for her arrival.
When she came up, her hands were behind her back, and she walked up to Jian Qing with a full smile.
Jian Qing sat straight in front of the computer, pretending not to know of her arrival, typing seriously on the keyboard.
“Teacher Jian!” Lu Yinxi jumped to her side, bent down close to her ear, and whispered softly, “I’ve come to meet you secretly.”
Jian Qing then turned her head to look at her, seeming calm and composed, yet the corners of her brows and eyes softened in an instant: “What are you hiding behind your back?”
“Giving you a flower.” Lu Yinxi, like presenting a treasure, placed the flower in front of Jian Qing.
Jian Qing leaned in, lightly sniffed, and asked: “Did you secretly pick it downstairs? Weren’t you caught by security? There would be a fine.”
There was a bush of roses in the flower bed downstairs.
“Not at all! It’s a prop from our drama group. After filming, with 99 roses, the prop team gave each of us one.”
Jian Qing smiled slightly, placing the flower in a pen holder on the desk, and served the brewed oatmeal and washed fruit.
Lu Yinxi touched her stomach, her eyes shining: “Sooner or later, you’ll feed me until I’m fat.”
“You people in filming are too thin.”
You don’t look healthy; your BMI index is all not up to standard.
Lu Yinxi got used to being hungry while filming. In the real world, she wouldn’t necessarily go to eat, but now, without much career ambition, she doesn’t mind eating some supper to comfort her rumbling stomach.
She stayed with Jian Qing in the office for one night, sleeping for a few hours on a pillow with Jian Qing, then went home for a simple wash before heading back to filming.
The next morning, Jian Qing received a bunch of red roses with an anonymous note: You are the April day on earth.
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Jian Qing shivered with goosebumps and asked Wei Mingming: “What is ‘April day on earth’?”
Wei Mingming, having studied science all the way, had literary knowledge similar to Jian Qing’s: “I think it’s a poem written by some talented woman, either Grandma Bingxin, Grandma Qiong Yao, or Lin Huiyin?”
Jian Qing shivered with goosebumps again, wanting to send a message to Lu Yinxi to tell her to just send flowers in the future without writing incomprehensible words. She hesitated for a while, didn’t send it, quietly put the note away, took a disposable sealed bag to carefully store it, brought the roses home, bought a pretty vase, and placed it in the living room.
After Lu Yinxi returned, she saw the bright flowers, paused for a moment, leaned over to smell them, and thought to herself that even a wooden-head understands buying roses to decorate the living room is not easy.
On the third day, Jian Qing received another bouquet of white roses with an anonymous message: Morning sees the sky’s color, evening sees the clouds; walking, I think of you, sitting, I think of you.
This poem was straightforward, and Jian Qing understood it, smiled, customarily put it away, and brought the flowers home, placing them in the living room.
Lu Yinxi saw the flowers, again like a small animal, leaned over to smell them for a while, then moved one pot to her own room.
For five consecutive days, Jian Qing received roses, with red, white, blue, and yellow colors all complete.
She couldn’t help but ask Lu Yinxi: “Are you planning to open a flower shop?”
Lu Yinxi paused: “What flower shop? Can’t continue being a doctor?”
Jian Qing took out a few closely kept small cards: “Have you changed careers to become a poet?”
Lu Yinxi looked through them one by one, seeing those love poems, her heart bubbling with sourness, lightly hummed, moved the roses from her room back to the living room, and said: “These I couldn’t write, it must be some romantic secret admirer of yours.”
The author has something to say:
Guess the rival’s gender~~~