Dr. Song Shiya sneaked back to the fifth floor of the hospitalization department at 5:30 in the morning.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I saw nurse Xiao Li yawning and carrying a washbasin to the bathroom to wash.

Looking at each other, Xiao Li exaggeratedly cracked his mouth, lowered his voice, waved his hand and asked her to get closer, while saying mysteriously: "Doctor Song, something big happened last night. You left the duty post. An emergency patient happened to come. I can't find you. I didn't answer the phone call. Oh! But Xiao Hong and I were so anxious..."

Song Shiya's slightly pale face suddenly changed, "What's the end?"

Xiao Li's tone suddenly became excited, "Fortunately, Dr. Han is here..."

"Doctor Han? There is no Han in our department..." Song Shiya grabbed Xiao Li's wrist and said nervously: "You mean, the young man who just came..."

"Isn't it Dr. Han? Dr. Han is so amazing. You don't know who the emergency patient was yesterday, you can never guess..." Xiao Li chattered, wishing he could go back and take out the autographed photos to show off.

But when he thought about promising Su Tian to keep it a secret for her yesterday, he endured it desperately.

Song Shiya listened silently, her eyebrows slightly curled, not knowing what she was thinking. Suddenly she asked, "What is the disease of an acute patient?"

"Dysmenorrhea, severe dysmenorrhea."

Song Shiya breathed a little relieved. Fortunately, it was not a fatal disease. Prescription of some painkillers or two bottles of drips is enough to relieve it. I believe that current Chinese medicine college students will not have any problems with this type of ordinary disease.

"Where is the patient? No complaints, right?"

Seeing that Song Shiya didn't say thank you for a long time, Xiao Li didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, so he curled his lips, "I left immediately after eased the pain last night..."

Before she finished speaking, Han Xiangyang walked out of a ward.

The gynecologist's duty room does have four high and low beds, but he hasn't been to a male doctor in recent years. He is a big man, and is embarrassed to share the lounge with a group of women.

I had to choose an unmanned ward for two or three hours.

"Beautiful! Doctor Han!" Xiao Li smiled and said hello, left Song Shiya, walked towards him quickly, and said warmly: "I'll help you bring breakfast later. What do you like to eat? There are several breakfast shops opposite the hospital that made good breakfast, including bean peel, Xiaolongbao, beef tendon noodles, and hot dry noodles..."

Han Xiangyang opened his mouth with white teeth and was about to reply politely, Song Shiya looked calm and said, "Xiao Han, come with me."

Xiao Li curled his lips again and passed by Han Xiangyang. When he turned around and saw Song Shiya walking into the office, she quietly said to Han Xiangyang: "Be careful, Dr. Song has probably had sex with her husband, and maybe he even started..."

Speaking of this, she lowered her voice again, "Ro, her right cheek is a little red and swollen, and her left finger is even broken..."

Han Xiangyang really admired her observation and smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Xiao Li smiled happily and said to the office, "If she dares to cause trouble for you later, Xiao Hong and I will stand up for you. I am really heartless. If it weren't for us yesterday, hum! She will be in trouble."

"It shouldn't be." Han Xiangyang walked towards the office, stopped in front of the door, and turned around and said, "Bean peel and soy milk! Please!"

"Okay! See you later!" Xiao Li happily rushed into the bathroom with a washbasin and a basin of cheap cosmetics and towel and toothbrush.

When Han Xiangyang entered the door, Song Shiya was already sitting in front of the computer, her fingers slamming, and she didn't look at Han Xiangyang. She said in a cold tone: "In the future, if you encounter such a situation, the phone cannot be reached, you can go to my house to find me. Even if you can't find it, you should also go to Director Xiao and other doctors. Nowadays, patients are sharp-eyed and thoughtful, so we fall into a passive position if we accidentally fall into a passive position, especially the profession of doctors, which involves the safety of the people's lives and cannot tolerate any carelessness..."

Han Xiangyang smiled and said, "Okay."

"Huh! You don't use medicine?" Song Shiya opened the system to look at yesterday's medical records. "Is it solved by massage? Have you learned this in college?"

Without waiting for Han Xiangyang to answer, her tone slowed down, "Just be cured. The prescription is also right, good! Xiao Han! Sit! Sit down and talk."

Han Xiangyang sat down.

"Thank you!" Song Shiya, who couldn't hide her face for a while, her tone softened again, "I was a little impatient just now, mainly because I was worried..."

"It's okay! Just don't cause trouble with the hospital and you!"

Then he asked him which school he graduated from, what hospital he had had short-term internship experience, etc., and he casually introduced some situations of Handanyang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. For example, the hospital has more than 400 beds, how many beds are there in the gynecology department, and how many wards are there. At 8:00, the director will conduct rounds; before 9:30, he will complete the doctor's order, start an examination, and be admitted to the hospital.

"Do it well!" Song Shiya was probably full of thought and was not in the mood to continue communicating with Han Xiangyang, forcing her to smile, "Xiao Han, go wash first, go to have breakfast after you finish, I'm watching here. It's the first time I'm on night shift. You're not familiar with the breakfast shops around you. Come back before 8 o'clock, check the rounds together, go..."

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When Han Xiangyang got off work, it was already 11:30 noon. The sun was hanging high in the sky and the roasted road was hot.

His home is not far from the Chinese Medicine Hospital, and it is no more than fifteen minutes away. The Chinese Medicine Hospital is on the Gymnasium Road, and his home is on the Dazhi Road, one block away.

Han Xiangyang was in a complicated mood and walked home along the street, because yesterday's incident was too fantastic.

A holographic diagnosis and treatment system appeared inexplicably, first surprised, then surprised, and then...

Even though he has a diagnosis and treatment system, he has no prescription rights. It is like a martial arts master who has the highest internal strength but cannot use it. It was just a coincidence that he could get started yesterday. In the future, such things will not happen frequently.

The heat waves in the air were mixed with the air conditioning and cold wind from street shops, and the cool and hot wheels swept over his exposed arms and cheeks.

When he approached a dual-purpose business residence, he looked up at the sixth floor.

The sixth floor is his house, and it is also the top floor. The house he built seven or eight years ago is his house. The entire sixth floor is his house, with five bedrooms and three living rooms, plus a huge open-air garden.

There are more than 20 shops and more than 40 commercial housing units in the building, which is the most important property of the Han family and the first pot of gold that Han Xiangyang's father Han Guangming earned in Handanyang. It was with this building that Han Guangming jumped from a small contractor to a "tycoon"-level real estate figure in Handanyang. Not to mention the sold commercial housing units, there are only more than 20 shops, and they collect millions of rent every year.

On the left side of the building are four or five food shops, two fast food shops, one cake shop, and a milk tea shop at the turn. On the turn are more than ten clothing shops and a small supermarket.

Han Xiangyang passed by the fast food restaurant and could smell the smell of fried fish, rib soup and beef brisket from the cold wind blowing from the air conditioner.

When he passed by the milk tea shop, one of the two girls sitting at the counter for fast food, raised his hand and shouted, "Oh! The little handsome guy is back, have you eaten?"

The girl who greeted him had a slightly dark skin, a relatively strong figure, and a generous and lively personality. She was the owner of this milk tea shop. She used to work in a clothing store downstairs, but later rented his storefront and opened a small milk tea shop. She worked for four or five years and would tease her every time she saw Han Xiangyang. She seemed to be happier than if she sold a hundred cups of milk tea.

In the past, Han Xiangyang hid her if he could, but later, after learning about her personality and personality, he no longer blushed.

"Sister Xiaomei! I'll go home for dinner right away." He waved to Sister Xiaomei.

"If you don't dislike it, come and have a meal with us!" Sister Xiaomei smiled.

"Thank you!" Han Xiangyang glanced at Sister Xiaomei's sister who was in high school again, and said politely: "You guys eat slowly."

Seeing Han Xiangyang's figure disappear, the sister who had been bowing her head raised her head and looked out the store door. Seeing that her sister was humming a small song with food in her mouth, she couldn't help but angrily: "Sister... can you stop teasing others anymore in the future, so that they don't dare to come to the store to buy milk tea."

"Yoyo! You little girl... tsk tsk! Sister, tell you, don't think about everything, study hard is the right way..."

"Sister! I didn't think about it..." The little girl put down the lunch box in her hand, her eyes turning red.

"Okay, okay, it's my sister who said it wrong. You didn't think about it. It's my sister who was thinking too much. Oh! What's wrong? This is just a joke. Do you still want to drool?"

The little girl was crying and stamped her feet, "You still said..."

Feng Xiaomei put down her chopsticks, sighed slightly, and slowed down her tone, "Girl! Just Han Xiangyang's character, appearance and family, let alone this Dazhi Road, even the entire Hanyang City, there is no way to pick a few girls who can be worthy of him... Of course, occasionally having a little fantasy is right, just like a sister, I feel happy if I have a beautiful dream at night!"

"Sister!" The little girl snuggled in Feng Xiaomei's arms and whispered: "I will study hard, and my foster sister in the future! Let's go to live in big cities together..."

Feng Xiaomei touched the girl's thin shoulders and said, "Look at you, you're thin, eat quickly. If you want to study well, you must be in good health first."
Chapter completed!