In the first week of school, Zhang Kun really lived in dire straits.

Before dawn in the morning, Li Shuang was abused by Mr. Liang. After finally reaching school, she was waiting for him, but she was waiting for him to drink blood and eat meat.

Every day, he is sarcastic and sarcastic. No matter how thick-skinned Zhang Kun is or how broad-minded he is, he always feels stuffy.

Fortunately, Zhou Yaqi still exists. With his initiative, the relationship between him and Zhou Yaqi can be said to be changing every day. Although it has not yet recovered to the level of last semester, it is not far away.

Especially every morning and noon, the two of them taste the delicious bento brought by Zhang Kun together, which is the happiest moment of the day.

In this way, while enduring Li Shuang's search for trouble, suffering the old man's training, and then enjoying every moment of being with Zhou Yaqi, it was painful and happy. In a blink of an eye, the first weekend of school came.

...

Walking out of the train station in the early morning, Zhang Kun called a taxi and headed straight to the central hospital.

The parking lot in front of the hospital was still full of high and low-end cars, and the parking spaces were full. Walking into the familiar hall and smelling the familiar smell of disinfectant, Zhang Kun couldn't help but smile on his face.

Come back!

With a smile, he quickly walked on the hospital walkway with a little anxiousness, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the familiar floor, the ninth floor, where the brain neurology department was located.

The elevator slowly rose, and with a "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened. Zhang Kun stepped out of the elevator door anxiously and was about to walk quickly towards the office, but suddenly Zhang Kun was stunned.

The long walkway was quiet and empty. The white walls were even colder under the light.

Zhang Kun stared blankly at the empty corridor... Today is holiday?

However, Zhang Kun soon denied that even if the holiday is on, the hospital has never had a collective holiday. Even if it needs to rest, it will be a turnover. At least there must be people who must keep the hospital running normally.

Did something happen?

Zhang Kun's heart thumped, and he quickly walked up under his feet, and walked anxiously towards the office.

But just after taking a few steps, suddenly, Zhang Kun's eyes went dark.

The lights in the entire corridor went out in an instant.

"power failure?"

This idea just popped up in Zhang Kun's mind, but he quickly rejected it again. The hospital's power supply level is very high, and it is even above many government departments.

The power supply to the hospital will be cancelled unless there is a power outage in the whole city. However, that situation is not very rare. Even if it really happens, the power supply bureau will issue a power outage notice to the hospital in advance, and the hospital will use a backup power supply.

Because of the special nature of the hospital, it must be like this. You think, if the operation is undergoing and the power is suddenly outage, will the patient on the operating table be dead?

Human life is always a matter of scrutiny.

So, is it a line problem?

However, just as Zhang Kun's mind was flying, a flipped projection suddenly popped up on the wall in front of him.

The projection image that suddenly appeared was particularly eye-catching in the dark corridor. Zhang Kun looked at it and suddenly stayed there.

On the projection that pops up, a few black big words: 2007 Xin'an earthquake!

After the black big characters stopped for a few seconds, the screen began to flip.

A convoy of more than a dozen cars was speeding on the highway, and a silent figure sat in the passenger seat with a black handbag...

Countless supplies were transported out of the convoy, and a young man was directing loudly...

Countless people stood on the ruins and were rescued under the command of a man...

In a white tent, in a simple operating room, a young man took over the green surgical cap from the geriatrician.

Young doctor, from sunrise to sunset on the operating table, patients in and out...

The nurse kept rotating, but the young figure on the operating table always insisted.

The young doctor's face turned pale and his eyes turned red and swollen...

A nurse walked in with a bowl of black soup and tried to persuade her with unbearable face, but the soup finally entered the doctor's stomach...

Sunset and sunrise, patients after patient, twenty hours, twenty-five hours, twenty-eight hours, until a nurse rushed into the operating room...

"Doctor Zhang, there are no patients, no patients...!"

"Is there no?" The young doctor on the operating table asked in a plain manner.

"No more, really no more, Dr. Zhang!" The nurse nodded quickly.

"It's gone..." As if talking to himself, the young doctor slowly let out a sigh of relief, and then a ugly smile appeared on his stiff cheeks.

Then, the figure that was originally standing like a mountain collapsed instantly, and the young doctor fell to the back, and there was a burst of exclamation around him...

The picture finally freezes, and then a few tough big words emerge: The great doctor is sincere!

Zhang Kun looked at the four big words on the projection, and his cheeks were covered with tears.

Behind him, the doors of the ward had already quietly opened, and countless doctors and nurses in white coats rushed out and stood quietly behind Zhang Kun.

As the projection ended, all the fluorescent lights in the corridor lit up, and everyone looked at the young figure with tears on his face in front of the projection.

As the applause rang out, everyone immediately applauded vigorously.

At this time, no matter whether the relationship with Zhang Kun was good or not, everyone was cheering up their applause from the bottom of their hearts.

They applauded Zhang Kun, the figure who was fighting on the front line of disaster relief, and for the figure who was fighting on the front line of surgery after the disaster relief.

Disaster relief was 24 hours, surgery was 28 hours, two days and two nights, and they were sleepless.

Donated nearly one million yuan in money and materials, and brought the first disaster relief team into the earthquake zone.

There were dozens of people directly rescued by him, and hundreds of people indirectly saved thirty-two lives that were about to die in the operating room.

He was young and had been in medicine for less than half a year, but everything he did was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Zhang Kun, Dr. Zhang.

At the forefront of countless applause, Dean Li looked deeply at Zhang Kun with tears on his face.

"Welcome back!"
Chapter completed!