The "treacherous plan" succeeded. Qi Jing went into the study and sorted out all the books from the neurology department, preparing to pack and mail them to Ji Qing tomorrow. After he read the book for a while, and when the chicken silk noodles in his stomach were almost digested, he dressed neatly and ran out.

He only completed a half of the 10-kilometer jog that he had originally planned last night.

On the way, Qi Jing found that he was seriously exhausted, and even the 60s and 70s old thunder group could not compare.

Just now, he was defeated in the judo hall again, and suddenly he felt ruthless, and accumulated the number of kilometers he had pulled down yesterday.

Not far from Qi Jing’s house is Binjiang Avenue, which is 2.5 kilometers in one way. When paving the road, I took care of people who were running and fitness. I specially set up street signs on the side of the road and informed them every 250 meters. The distance is easy to calculate.

Before the start, he owed 7 kilometers. Including today's amount, a total of 17 kilometers. After a jog, Qi Jing lay on the iron railing along the river, gasping heavily.

"I still owe it, I still owe 11 kilometers... No, I can't do it anymore, I'd better continue tomorrow."

In order to maintain a good health, Qi Jing completely gave up the habit of staying up late, went to bed on time at 11 o'clock, read a book for a while, and turned off the lights to go to bed before 12 o'clock.

Because my body was fully exercised before going to bed, my sleep was very good. I got up at 7 o'clock the next day, jogged to work, and didn't stop breakfast. I went to the intensive care unit on time to change my clothes and go to work at 7 o'clock.

The emergency department has been in three shifts, so there are two new faces during the day.

One of them was hospitalized in the Department of Gastroenterology and was named Chen Xiao, who was in his early 30s, a disciple of the director of the University of Gastroenterology and a celebrity in the Department.

The other one is the deputy endocrine high school, named Zhang Jieyi, who is nearly 60 years old and has to be promoted to director in the second half of this year. Due to system reasons, he must come here to spend the first half of the year.

The two received news from Director Wang early in the morning that Director Qi's son was coming to study, so they gave themselves vaccinations in advance.

Zhang Jieyi has a high status and even Director Wang here gives him face. It can be said that he has a high position and power. Therefore, the handover of shifts has become Chen Xiao's duty. He just listened and found the general context.

Seeing Qi Jing enter the door, he immediately recognized his identity: "Is Xiao Qi here?"

Qi Jing didn't know him at all. Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, he just nodded.

Chen Xiao on the other side didn't like this second-generation doctor's young master. He thought Qi Jing could replace him or Zhang Jieyi. It would be a good thing for him to replace anyone, at least it would be easier.

But unexpectedly, I was a showman again, and I felt more comfortable than the deputy senior who was playing the squad, so I even saved the applause of watching the show.

So when he saw him, Chen Xiao rushed out to check the room without even looking at him.

"Teacher Zhang, where is Ji Qing?" Qi Jing looked at Zhang Jieyi's work permit and asked hurriedly.

"Xiao Ji, there is a respiratory department discussion today, right next to the airport, and he went there early in the morning."

Qi Jing nodded. It is also beneficial to be able to listen to the latest research report. Anyway, his foundation is not solid enough now and needs to be accumulated.

"He's rest today?"

"It should be a night shift." Zhang Jieyi looked at the schedule and said, "Night shift, work with Wu Tongshan from the god."

"oh."

Qi Jing knew Zhang Jieyi’s current thoughts, and when he lowered his posture, he was just trying to get online with his father. A deputy high school student was in a department where he could not get enough or get enough. It was not easy to get along with Qi Sen.

He retired after working in the hospital for up to three or four years. He only needs to take a ride now.

The more Qi Jing knew what Zhang Jieyi was thinking, the less he didn't want to give him a chance. He turned around and called the intern's name: "Please help me find some infectious science magazines."

The intern looked at the three messy windows and said reluctantly: "There are too many."

"A recognized American expert in the United States once said that sorting things can help strengthen memory and hand collaboration." Qi Jing brought out the theoretical knowledge, "I think you are pretty good, so I leave this to you. If you don't want to, I'll change it to someone else."

After saying that, he was about to put his eyes on another person.

The intern was helpless and could only say, "Although I know this is what you are talking nonsense, it doesn't matter, I'll do it."

Smart, rational, although obedient when being tamed, he is not wild, perfect!

"Very good." Qi Jing rubbed his sore and swollen calf muscles, "You can sort it out slowly, I'll go to the next door to sleep, and when I wake up, I hope I can put it all on the desk."

"Go to sleep next door?"

"What's wrong?"

The intern was a little embarrassed when asked: "It was an intensive care unit, and there was a serious patient lying there."

“I know that the ventilator sounds are very rhythmic and helps with hypnosis.”

The intensive care unit was originally a large observation room with eight beds. Later, in order to adapt to the scale of YC and the population growth, Danyang Hospital added a lot of area to the emergency room, and the observation room was also added from the original two to five.

In the end, the biggest one was naturally converted into an emergency ICU.

That was in the 1990s. In recent years, due to the improvement of the emergency treatment process, all departments can basically accept emergency patients as soon as possible, and the role of emergency ICU has gradually faded.

So the beds inside were gradually reduced from eight to four, and the whole room was divided into two. The other half was converted into a doctor's lounge, but unfortunately, the lounge only had a large desk for people to eat, and there was no bed.

The rest are only a few chairs and a bookcase, and at most a few hangers.

Naturally, Qi Jing would not sleep in the lounge, but instead asked for a blanket from the nurse's desk and picked an empty bed in the intensive care unit that had just been photographed with ultraviolet rays to sleep.

After waking up, it was already ten o'clock, Qi Jing stretched.

He opened the curtain and looked at the "neighbor" beside him. Seeing that his vital signs were still stable, he shook back to the clinic.

Zhang Jieyi and Chen Xiao were watching ct films, discussing the patient's condition. Two interns standing beside him. Qi Jing found a seat to sit down and saw a stack of magazines left by the intern for him.

"Not bad, I even found out the 1994-year-old ones." Qi Jing turned his head and asked the intern, "What's your name?"

"Li Yuchuan."

"A piece of beautiful jade? A river that flows endlessly?"

The intern nodded.

"Good name." Qi Jing gave a thumbs up, "Is the one who named you a cultural person? Did your ancestors sell tea?"

Li Yuchuan was still focusing on the CT film, but when he asked this, he was like a fish biting a hook: "How do you know?"

"I said, Master Qi, can't you just read magazines with peace of mind? Didn't you see us busy?" Chen Xiao complained about it and turned to Li Yuchuan, "And you, if you don't want to learn to read movies, go there, don't waste everyone's time."

"sorry."
Chapter completed!