Chapter 18: Featured in the Newspaper

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Fang Zhiyan noticed that Zhu Zixiao had fallen silent and taken a seat in the chair beside him. Seeing Zhu Zixiao’s lack of participation in the conversation, Fang Zhiyan felt a bit dissatisfied.

“You don’t believe it?”

“Ha, actually, you just arrived at the emergency department—you haven’t encountered some of these situations yet.”

Zhu Zixiao clasped his hands behind his back, adopting the tone of a senior brother giving Fang Zhiyan a lesson.

“In our emergency department, many patients, if you take a close look, each carries a profoundly tragic story.”

Hearing this, Fang Zhiyan looked up at Zhu Zixiao.

Oh? Brother Xiao’s got a literary flair, speaking so poetically?

Zhu Zixiao leaned closer to Fang Zhiyan’s face and said, “Just a few days ago, before you arrived, our emergency department received a little boy who fell from the seventh floor.”

Fang Zhiyan pondered for a moment.

A little boy falling from the seventh floor? Logically, someone falling from that height would be hospitalized for quite some time. He couldn’t recall such a patient.

Could he have been discharged already?

No, it was more likely he had died.

Fang Zhiyan looked up at Zhu Zixiao.

Zhu Zixiao nodded. “That’s right—the boy died.”

“When he was brought in that night, we saw his brain was severely damaged—there was no way to save him. In the end, he was barely clinging to life.”

“The patient was admitted by Director He. Many departments worked together, but in the end, we couldn’t save the boy.”

“Director He was furious and cursed the family for how they cared for the child.”

“But the doctor who accompanied the ambulance said that when they arrived, they found someone else still lying at home.”

“It was the boy’s mother, already dead, her eyes fixed on the balcony.”

“She had an asthma attack—not immediately fatal, but she collapsed. The boy went to get her medicine and accidentally fell from the building.”

“So, his mother watched helplessly as he fell—and had no way to save him.”

At this point, Zhu Zixiao sighed deeply.

“The next morning, the boy died, and his father returned.”

“That big man’s hair turned completely white overnight.”

“The father is a long-haul truck driver who rushed back through the night.”

“His wife and child were gone.”

Hearing this, Fang Zhiyan sighed too.

Yes, doctors are often powerless.

Because they deal with death daily, they become accustomed to life and death.

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But that doesn’t mean doctors are immune to the emotions tied to life and death; often, their busy schedules simply overshadow these feelings.

Whenever memories resurface, they become deeply moved.

Just like Zhu Zixiao now, secretly wiping away tears and turning his head so Fang Zhiyan wouldn’t see.

Fang Zhiyan smiled and handed him a tissue.

Zhu Zixiao’s face flushed with embarrassment.

“What? I’m upset here—who told you to watch me?”

Fang Zhiyan smiled silently, not expecting Zhu Zixiao to be so tear-prone.

Zhu Zixiao took the tissue and turned away.

“All right, I won’t talk to you anymore—I’m going to eat.”

“It’s already time to hand over the shift. I haven’t eaten yet because I was busy treating that patient.”

“I’ve got instant noodles. Want to eat with me?”

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhiyan’s face instantly paled.

He quickly raised a hand to stop Zhu Zixiao. “No, if you’re hungry, go eat outside. Don’t eat here in the hospital.”

“Why?” Zhu Zixiao looked puzzled.

Fang Zhiyan lowered his voice.

“Haven’t you heard of the emergency department rule?”

“One of them says that as soon as you start eating, an emergency will come in!”

Zhu Zixiao’s expression changed slightly.

“Really? There’s such a rule? Then I won’t eat.”

“Well, I’m off. I’m going out for fast food.”

He wiped his hands, changed clothes, and left the hospital.

The rest of the night was Fang Zhiyan’s shift.

His luck was decent—there weren’t many emergencies.

Even when there were cases, the attending physicians handled them, and Fang Zhiyan just followed along, doing minor tasks under the guise of learning.

By 8 a.m. the next day, Fang Zhiyan’s shift finally ended.

In the past, working the night shift would leave him with aching muscles and a foggy mind.

But now, his body was strong; after a whole night, nothing was wrong. Indeed, youth is a blessing.

Fang Zhiyan was very pleased.

Even more pleased was He Yutao, who had recruited Fang Zhiyan into the hospital.

He searched the emergency department and spotted Fang Zhiyan, waving to him.

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Fang Zhiyan followed him into the office, wearing his usual smile.

“Director He, you wanted to see me?”

“Look, you’re in the newspaper!”

He Yutao was excited as he spoke, slapping the newspaper on the desk.

Fang Zhiyan glanced at the article and was a bit surprised.

The newspaper reported on how Fang Zhiyan had saved Luo Yun at the roadside two days ago while on duty.

It praised Fang Zhiyan’s actions highly—remarking on his extraordinary skills and calmness under pressure.

Fang Zhiyan felt a bit embarrassed.

There was even a large photo taken by a bystander, capturing the moment Fang Zhiyan used a one-way valve to relieve Luo Yun’s traumatic pneumothorax.

The photo was perfectly timed.

Fang Zhiyan couldn’t help but touch his chin.

Truly, youth is wonderful—even the photos are flawless from every angle.

Nearby, He Yutao teased, “Look, they made you look so handsome.”

Fang Zhiyan chuckled, “Not bad, I do look quite good.”

He Yutao shook his head. “Someone must have promoted this article deliberately, but that’s fine.”

“At least now you’re famous, and our hospital’s emergency department gains recognition.”

“In the future, many patients will probably choose our emergency department first.”

Fang Zhiyan nodded. He just focused on doing his job; as for everything else, it was beyond his control.

Meanwhile, at Jiang’an City People’s Hospital, a doctor was also reading the same newspaper.

“Fang Zhiyan?”

“So that’s your name.”

The doctor muttered to himself. If Fang Zhiyan were here, he would surely recognize him.

This doctor was the one who had helped save Luo Yun that day.

He was Fan Ziwei, the chief physician in the internal medicine department at Jiang’an City People’s Hospital.

Seeing how young Fang Zhiyan was and how skilled he appeared, Fan Ziwei felt tempted to recruit him.

So he approached the hospital director to discuss poaching Fang Zhiyan.

But upon entering the office, he saw the director scolding the emergency department director, Du Yu.

“Is this how you conduct interviews?”

“How could you reject such a talented person?”

“Du Yu, I appointed you as the interviewer, and this is how you do it?”