This miracle doctor just wants to be fired!

After a busy day, Zhou Cheng returned to his rented room.

It was past 10 p.m. when he walked out of the hospital.

After finishing his shift in the evening, Zhou Cheng admitted three more emergency patients. He helped process all the medical orders and wrote the progress notes before finally taking off his white coat and leaving get off work.

I wore a lead apron for most of the day, and the muscles in my shoulders and back were constantly tense.

Now that I've relaxed, my legs are incredibly sore, and walking feels heavy. Even lifting my feet to climb the stairs is a struggle.

When I got home that evening, the moment I took out my keys to open the door, Xiaobai scurried over through the crack in the door, circled around my ankles, and made soft meowing noises.

Zhou Cheng bent down and patted its head, changed his shoes and went inside, turning on the light in the entryway as he did so.

The room was very clean and tidy, with few belongings. Apart from the necessary furniture, most of the space was occupied by his medical books and notebooks.

Two days ago, the hospital's logistics department sent Zhou Cheng a message informing him that his application for employee dormitories had been approved.

I can check in next Monday.

He submitted his application before the Lunar New Year, but there were no available slots until now.

The staff dormitory is a newly built dormitory building of the hospital. It consists of double rooms with a private bathroom and balcony, air conditioning and water heater. The environment is better than the current residential area.

Most importantly, the rent is cheap, only 300 yuan a month, which is 1,200 yuan cheaper than the house he is currently renting. For Zhou Cheng, who is currently receiving a performance-based subsidy for resident physicians, this can save a lot of money.

Moreover, the dormitory is located within the hospital grounds, and it only takes five minutes to walk to the emergency department and catheterization room.

From now on, when working night shifts or receiving emergency calls, I won't have to rush around in a panic anymore.

Zhou Cheng had already told the landlord that he would not renew the current lease. The lease expires at the end of this month, and he will move to the staff dormitory.

He didn't have much stuff, just two suitcases for clothes, a dozen or so medical books, plus Xiaobai's litter box and cat bed. He could easily haul it all away in one trip with a tricycle, without much trouble.

After resting for about ten minutes and catching his breath, Zhou Cheng got up and went to the kitchen.

There was only half a bundle of noodles, half a tomato, and two eggs left in the refrigerator.

After a long day, he wasn't in the mood for complicated dishes, so he boiled some water, chopped up some tomatoes and threw them in, cracked an egg, and cooked a simple bowl of tomato and egg noodles, adding only a little salt and soy sauce, without any other seasonings.

The noodles were cooked and placed on the small dining table in the living room. They were eaten in ten minutes, and I finally felt warm all over.

Zhou Cheng rinsed the bowl, put it in the sink, and planned to wash it the next morning. Then he turned around and went to the balcony.

Xiaobai's litter box was placed in the corner of the balcony. He scooped out the clumps of litter, put them in a garbage bag, tied it up, poured in new litter, and spread it out.

As soon as it was done, Xiaobai jumped in, dug around a couple of times, and seemed to accept the new litter.

Then, Zhou Cheng opened another can of staple food for Xiaobai and poured it into Xiaobai's cat bowl.

Little White smelled the aroma and immediately came over, burying its head in the food and eating heartily.

Zhou Cheng squatted down beside it and stroked its round body.

When I first picked up Little White, it was only the size of my palm. Now, after raising it for almost a year, Little White has become much stronger.

After finishing with the cat, Zhou Cheng finally returned to his bedroom, lay down on the bed, and completely relaxed.

During the daytime interventional surgery, which was extremely difficult, I was highly focused throughout, and I dared not make the slightest mistake in any step of the procedure.

It may seem like only physical exertion was involved, but in reality, it exhausted most of his energy and spirit.

Lying on the soft bed, he felt his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he barely had the strength to lift his hand to turn off the light.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table and made a WeChat call to Lin Wei. The phone was answered after ringing twice.

The two of them only have this little bit of time each evening to make a phone call and talk.

They weren't talking about anything special; it was all just everyday stuff.

Zhou Cheng told her about the dangerous surgery he had performed during the day, saying that the patient was an employee of the hospital and that the blood vessels were completely blocked, and that the two department heads had tried several times without success.

After taking over the case, he successfully inserted the guidewire into the true cavity on the first attempt. The surgery was a great success, and even Director Wu of the cardiology department praised him and invited him to assist in the surgery.

Lin Wei laughed on the other end of the phone, saying that she had known he had this ability for a long time, and reminded him not to overwork himself, and to eat on time no matter how busy he was with surgery, and not to be like before, when he was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water all day.

Lin Wei then shared her own story.

Back in the lab, the endless experiments began again.

Yesterday, another batch of my cultured cells became contaminated. I revived the cells today and ran electrophoresis all day, but the results were still unsatisfactory.

Her supervisor was pressing her for research data again, which made her so worried that she didn't even eat dinner.

Zhou Cheng patiently comforted her, saying, "Take it slow, don't rush. You can just do it a few more times. Don't stay up too late. No matter how busy you are, you should eat in the cafeteria instead of always eating instant noodles."

The two chatted casually for almost an hour.

Zhou Cheng's drowsiness grew stronger, his voice grew softer and softer, and his eyelids were almost closing.

Lin Wei could tell he was sleepy, so she quickly told him to go to sleep and not to push himself. The two then hung up the phone.

Zhou Cheng put his phone on the bedside table, plugged it in to charge, and without even turning off the bedside lamp, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep within two minutes, his breathing quickly becoming even.

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Zhou Cheng had only been asleep for less than an hour when a piercing telephone ring suddenly rang out, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet bedroom.

Zhou Cheng woke up instantly, his heart pounding. Before he was fully awake, his hand instinctively reached for his phone.

The caller ID showed it was Director Chen Ming's number.

A phone call at this hour means, without a doubt, that a critically ill patient has arrived.

Without hesitation, Zhou Cheng answered the phone immediately. His voice was still a little hoarse from just waking up, but he didn't mince words: "Director Chen, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Zhou, come to the emergency room right away!" Chen Ming's voice was urgent on the other end of the phone, and there was also the sound of a nurse giving medical orders. "A patient with extensive anterior wall myocardial infarction has arrived. The patient is very young, has been ill for two hours, and is now experiencing severe chest pain, a drop in blood pressure, frequent premature ventricular contractions, and a high risk of ventricular fibrillation. He needs emergency PCI! The catheterization lab is ready. Can you come now?"

"Okay, Director Chen, I'll be right there!" Zhou Cheng didn't hesitate for a moment. As soon as he finished speaking, he sat up abruptly on the bed, holding the phone in one hand and grabbing the coat that was thrown on the side of the bed with the other, and put it on.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Cheng realized he had put his pants on backwards, so he quickly pulled them off and put them back on.

He pushed open the door and rushed downstairs, taking two steps at a time, almost missing a step on the stairs.

The streets were deserted in the early morning, with only the streetlights on. The cold wind brushed against his face, but Zhou Cheng didn't feel cold at all.

The drowsiness I felt earlier had vanished without a trace.

In less than five minutes, he arrived at the entrance of the hospital's emergency building, locked his car, and rushed into the resuscitation room.