When I'm on the night shift, all the department heads can't sleep.

After Gao Lei was wheeled into the operating room, the emergency room was quiet for less than five minutes.

The yellow helmet was still on the chair, a piece of paint worn off the edge, and a takeout receipt that hadn't been delivered was stuffed inside.

Nurse Zhao picked it up and glanced at it.

"Four more orders."

Lin Ye was filling in the patient's medical record when his pen stopped.

The receipt has the time printed on it; the most recent order was 28 minutes late. Below it is a customer note: "Please hurry, my child is waiting to eat."

Gao Lei was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he was still worried about being late and getting his pay docked.

Qin Hai stood in front of the nurses' station, his face grim: "Where are the people from the platform?"

"Call them from the doorway," Nurse Zhao said. "They said they couldn't get in touch with the person in charge."

Qin Hai sneered: "We can't get in touch with the money, but we can get in touch with the people."

The station manager glanced towards the operating room through the glass door, then held his phone to his ear, his voice low: "I didn't make him insist on delivering it; he said he could still make it. Don't talk nonsense in the group chat. Transfer the remaining orders first."

Upon hearing this, Nurse Zhao's face immediately turned cold.

"While the others were still on stage, they switched to other clients first."

Lin Ye didn't look up, but the words on the medical record were written even more heavily. When Gao Lei fell, who accompanied him, the station manager said "it's not serious" and "there are still more than a dozen orders to process," he filled in the information one by one.

These words couldn't save Gao Lei's spleen.

But perhaps in the subsequent compensation, work injury, and liability determination, we can say something on his behalf that he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Lin Ye had just finished writing "Bedside ultrasound suggests ascites" when Gao Lei's mother called again.

He answered the call.

The woman's voice was choked with sobs: "Doctor, I've bought the tickets, but the earliest I can arrive is tomorrow morning. Does my son really need surgery? He's always been afraid of pain, and he's all alone over there..."

Lin Ye glanced in the direction of the operating room: "Auntie, she's already in the operating room. They suspect a ruptured spleen with bleeding; it would be more dangerous if she didn't have surgery."

"Does he not have money? He must have told you he didn't have any." The woman cried, breathless. "I'll transfer the money to him, I'll borrow from relatives right away."

Lin Ye held his phone, his throat feeling a little tight.

"The hospital has opened a green channel; they're saving lives first."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

The woman choked back tears and said, "Thank you, doctor. Tell him not to worry about money, Mom's here."

Lin Ye hung up the phone but didn't put it down for a long time.

Sun Zhiqiang came out of the office and handed him a form: "The duty officer has approved the green channel; the fees are temporarily suspended."

"Thank you, Teacher Sun."

Sun Zhiqiang glanced at him: "No need to thank me, thank you Director Qin."

Qin Hai didn't reply, but only asked, "Are all the medical records kept?"

"The time of injury, changes in blood pressure, ultrasound results, and consultation opinions have all been written down."

"What about what the stationmaster said?"

Lin Ye was startled.

Qin Hai looked at him: "Patients don't just fall from the sky. Who brought them in, who said it wasn't serious, who obstructed the examination, who demanded to rush back to deliver the forms—all of that needs to be recorded."

Lin Ye nodded.

He used to think that medical records were just medical notes.

I've only realized in the last few days that emergency room medical records are sometimes the only testimony a patient can leave behind in a chaotic scene.

Gao Lei's surgery ended at 1 a.m.

As Meng Qingwei emerged from the operating room, he removed his mask: "My spleen ruptured, and there was a lot of bleeding in my abdominal cavity. Fortunately, the surgery was timely, and my life was saved."

The station manager breathed a sigh of relief, but his first question was, "How long will it take for him to be discharged?"

Meng Qingwei glanced at him: "You're asking about discharge, are you concerned about the person or the shift schedule?"

The stationmaster gave an awkward laugh.

At this moment, Gao Lei's mother called again.

Lin Ye answered the phone. On the other end was the station's announcement system. A woman was running and panting: "Doctor, I've arrived at the train station. Has my son come out yet? Is he in a lot of pain? He always cries when he gets shots since he was little. Doctor, could you please tell him that Mom is on her way?"

Lin Ye looked at the light on the operating room door and slowed his voice: "Auntie, the surgery is over, and her life is saved for now. She will need further observation. Please be careful on your way, and come directly to the emergency room nurse station when you arrive."

The woman on the other end of the phone cried as she said yes.

After hanging up, Lin Ye also wrote "I have informed my mother of the surgery situation by phone" into the record.

Gao Lei's mother hadn't arrived yet, and Qin Hai made the station manager write a statement. When he wrote about "continuing to dispatch orders after hitting the abdomen while riding a bicycle," his hand holding the pen noticeably slowed down.

"Could you please not write 'dispatch order' on this?"

Qin Hai's voice was low: "You don't have to write it."

The stationmaster's eyes lit up.

Qin Hai continued, "I'll have the security department check the surveillance footage and hand it over to the family."

The stationmaster turned pale and lowered his head to continue writing.

Nurse Zhao whispered to Lin Ye, "Learn from him, Director Qin can scold people without even straining his voice."

Lin Ye couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Just then, the phone at the nurses' station rang.

Nurse Zhao answered: "Emergency."

After listening for a few seconds, her expression changed.

"How old is the child? Is he having trouble breathing? Are his lips turning blue?"

Lin Ye looked up.

Nurse Zhao covered the microphone and looked at Qin Hai: "120 ambulance transfer, a five-year-old child, fever and sore throat, the parents said it sounds like a cold, but now there is obvious wheezing."

Qin Hai put down his thermos: "Did the pediatrics department notify you?"

"On the way."

There were no clues in the forest's field of vision.

But he had already stood up.

Nurse Zhao hung up the phone and began preparing the resuscitation bed: "The child's airway cannot be delayed."

Ten minutes later, the siren of an ambulance came from outside the emergency room.

As soon as the car door opened, a woman rushed out carrying a child.

The child's face was flushed red, his mouth was open, and a high-pitched whistling sound came from his throat as he inhaled.

The woman cried out, "Doctor, he said his throat hurts, but suddenly he can't breathe!"

Lin Ye had just taken the child when pale blue text suddenly lit up in front of him.

[Emergency room alert activated.]

Patient: Tongtong, male, 5 years old.

Symptoms: Fever, sore throat.

High-risk: Acute epiglottitis, risk of suffocation.

[Probability of misdiagnosis: 79%]

[Airway closure countdown: 19 minutes 40 seconds.]

Lin Ye tightened his grip on the child.

"Emergency room, call pediatrics and ENT."