medical simulator

Zhou Cheng listened carefully to every word Yang Yifeng said, so even though Yang Yifeng said it casually, he still noticed the word relic.

Then it came to a sudden, if this is the case, then Yang Yifeng's actions today are understandable.

It is understandable that a relic left by his mother before his death has accompanied him for many years, so solemn.

Zhou Cheng felt that if it was him, he might be even more irritable: "So that's how it is!"

"That's why that little nurse did something wrong." Zhou Cheng understood Yang Yifeng's actions.

Yang Yifeng didn't dwell on this topic in detail, and smiled freely, then hailed a taxi, and sat in the back seat with Zhou Chengyi.

Zhou Chengcheng told the driver to go to the courtyard house that Cai Dongfan took him to before.

Yang Yifeng is not an ordinary person, and the relationship is not very close, so it is the first time to treat guests to dinner, it is better to choose a place with better scenery and high grade.

Like the Sancheng Local Restaurant, and the Fat Sausage Restaurant, they are not up to standard.

The high grade was selected because of unfamiliarity and lack of closeness, so I could only choose more politely and show respect.

If Du Yanjun and Zhang Zhengquan were invited to dinner, they would be able to get rid of the box lunch, and the relationship was close, so there was no need to get entangled in some details.

The taxi driver was a little silly: "Boss? How do I get here?"

This place is very remote, not in the county, so it is not easy to find.

Zhou Chengcheng showed the driver the navigation, and the driver said after reading it, "Oh, it's there, I see."

After reading it, he stepped on the gas pedal and left, while Yang Yifeng looked at Zhou Cheng curiously.

He smiled and said, "Brother Zhou Cheng is very good at choosing places, even taxi drivers can be difficult."

Zhou Cheng said: "Teacher Cai took me there not long ago, and I just found out."

Yang Yifeng didn't say much.

When he arrived at the place, Yang Yifeng took a deep breath of the smell of green grass mixed in the fresh air, and immediately felt refreshed. Looking at Zhou Cheng, he said:

"Brother Zhou Cheng, this is a good place. Sitting there looking at the rivers and lakes, listening to the rain while typing, is definitely a very enjoyable thing."

Yang Yifeng pointed to an attic at the end of the corridor in the distance, and said so.

The furnishings here are quite antique, and there are no coquettish decorations. It is indeed a bit of the kind of wind and rain in the rivers and lakes.

Zhou Cheng didn't quite understand this kind of elegance, so he said, "Brother Yifeng, you can come here occasionally to find inspiration."

"You can sit and eat outside here, either in the private seats or in the pavilion."

Yang Yifeng immediately said emotionally: "Then let's go to the farthest pavilion, and have two pots of tea first, it's the most suitable."

After saying that, he quickly walked in that direction, and said, "Brother Zhou Cheng, go and order food, I'll go for a walk first..."

I don't even want to order food.

When Zhou Cheng ordered four dishes and walked over, he found Yang Yifeng standing under the attic with his arms open, embracing nature.

After getting closer, I saw that he closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath and puffed up his chest, at the same time, a few lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Cheng suddenly became inexplicable again: "Brother Yifeng, are you okay? Did you remember something unhappy?"

Yang Yifeng shook his head, stretched his waist, and the water drops from the corners of his eyes were blown away by the wind in the river.

Then he twisted his neck and said, "I don't have so many unhappy things."

"It's just been a long time since I felt as comfortable as today, thank you for bringing me to such a good place!"

……

However, after speaking, Yang Yifeng sat on a stone stool, took out a black leather notebook from the side of his backpack, and took out a blue pen from his schoolbag.

After writing and drawing a few times, he closed the notebook and said to Zhou Cheng: "Brother Zhou Cheng, are you interested in hearing me tell you a story?"

Zhou Cost doesn't want to hear it, he just came here today for dinner.

But seeing Yang Yifeng's sudden change of mood at the moment, he couldn't refuse: "All ears. The stories told by great writers must be extraordinary."

Yang Yifeng slowly said the opening remarks:

"I have a friend, and a very good friend of mine."

"It's also the protagonist in my current novel."

He said, raised the blue cap pen in his hand, twirled it in the palm of his hand, then suddenly looked at Zhou Cheng with sharp eyes, and suddenly asked:

"He turned himself into an orphan, do you think he is hateful?"

The voice is a little fast, not as calm as before!

After Zhou Cheng heard it, he was so frightened that he stood up and took three steps back!

I am O!

What the hell kind of logic and fairy opening is this?

Do you always start your novels like this to attract readers' attention?

Zhou Cheng has seen a lot of routines that are created out of nothing, and Zhou Cheng has seen too many routines that friends say about himself.

But even so, Zhou Cheng was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Turn yourself into an orphan?

You mean you killed your parents?

You are not only mentally ill, you are also seriously ill, brother!

Yang · Lang Mi · Yi Feng?

Zhou Cheng instantly came up with a possible guess——

Yang Yifeng is mentally ill.

When he got sick, he accidentally hurt his parents, and his condition got worse, but his condition was well controlled, so he did 'not guilty'?

Have time to go out for a stroll?

Seeing Zhou Cheng's expression and movements, Yang Yifeng scratched his head.

Then he shook his head mockingly: "I understand what you mean, so I won't ask any more questions, and I won't say anything."

Zhou Cheng's nerves were tense, and his back felt a little cold, but after he endured for a while, he suddenly asked, "Brother Yifeng, since it's all started, let's finish the story. A story has a beginning and an end."

"When we listen to a story, we generally hope to know the ending."

After Zhou Cheng calmed down, he still felt that the matter must be more than that simple.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for Yang Yifeng to escape in such a way that even his own parents--

It is impossible for such dangerous elements to still walk here at will!

Even if he himself agrees, his uncles, uncles, aunts, etc. will not agree, and the country will not agree.

Yang Yifeng looked at Zhou Cheng again, seeing that Zhou Cheng really wanted to hear it, so he slowly talked about the whole thing.

Moreover, this time, Yang Yifeng didn't happen out of nothing.

Outlined: "Six months ago, my parents went on a self-driving tour, and on the way back from the tour, a car accident happened."

"Both were sent to our hospital, in the emergency department, my father was in a milder condition, and my mother had multiple ruptured major arteries."

"At that time, the professors of vascular surgery who were able to perform this kind of surgery happened to be out of the province for a meeting."

"And I can do this kind of operation, so I performed the operation on my mother myself, and an associate professor personally performed the operation on my father."

"Before the operation, I made an assessment in my mind. If I perform the operation on my father, there is at least a [-]% chance that he will survive."

"If I operated on my mother, it would be less than [-]%."

"At that time, the associate professor said that my father had only half the chance of doing it. He didn't dare to go on stage for my mother's operation. He also invited consultations from other hospitals, and he also said the same thing."

"I became greedy, so I went to perform the surgery on my mother myself."

"In the end, I saw my mother under my scalpel and never woke up again!"

"Before she was sent to the hospital, she lost too much blood, and a malignant arrhythmia occurred during the operation, so she left."

"When I was rushing to the operating room where my father was, the thrombus in his lower extremity artery dislodged, causing a large-scale lung and heart infarction, which could not be rescued..."

As Yang Yifeng said, he patted his head lightly.

Seems full of self-blame.

Zhou Cheng suddenly realized, he bit his lip and looked at Yang Yifeng, unable to utter a word.

Physicians do not heal themselves, and do not heal family members!

My own family does not see a doctor for my own family!

This has always been a taboo from ancient times to the present!

Zhou Cheng could understand Yang Yifeng's nervousness at that time, his embarrassment when he faced who was going to be operated on, and his self-blame when he faced the final result.

He wanted to comfort him, but Zhou Cheng couldn't say a word.

Faced with such a choice, is it impossible for an individual to make a normal choice?

It can only be said that it is a trick of good fortune.

"Brother Yifeng." Zhou Cheng grabbed Yang Yifeng's wrist after seeing Yang Yifeng hit him a dozen times in a row.

Yang Yifeng let out a long breath, and said, "It's okay, I've actually walked over and walked out a long time ago."

"My mother is a writer and my father is a university professor."

"This pen, I used to have the same one. My dad bought it for me when I was learning to practice pen calligraphy. Then I lost it, so my dad and mom bought it again on their 16th birthday. Got one."

"It took a lot of work. This kind of pen has actually been discontinued, and I don't know how they found a new one."

"In the past, my parents thought that studying medicine was too hard, so they advised me not to study medicine. They asked me to study economics and finance, and even to study liberal arts. Come in."

"Just barged in." Yang Yifeng still said calmly.

"Just broke in like this." Yang Yifeng continued to repeat.

Zhou Chengcheng looked at Yang Yifeng quietly, and suddenly, he seemed to understand completely...

To sum it up, it can be summed up in a few words.

Yang Yifeng's parents did not recommend Yang Yifeng to study medicine at first, saying that studying medicine was too hard, but Yang Yifeng wanted to study medicine.

And he has learned quite well, but it is this good that makes Yang Yifeng face his parents in a car accident, he has to choose between two choices, one is that 90.00% can only save his father.

The mother can only resign to fate, see if she can hold on, or simply give up.

The other is that both parents have an expectation. Yang Yifeng is greedy and chooses the most risky one.

Naturally, he was reluctant and didn't keep it in the end.

So, Yang Yifeng is thinking about writing novels now, writing novels seriously, but he thinks this is what he should listen to?

He himself actually likes medicine?

Zhou Cheng thought it was very possible.

The simulation copy is based on reality. Yang Yifeng once appeared in the simulation copy as a small partner in the department.

He came here by himself, and when he saw something new, he came here by himself——

It is the small incision open reduction and internal fixation.

Yes, if he didn't like it, if he wasn't interested, how could he find it by himself?

And then in the middle age, close to the age of knowing the destiny, to reset life to zero regardless of everything, and set off on the road of writing again?

Just in time, the waiter came to serve the food at this moment.

When Yang Yifeng saw other people coming, his expression and emotions gradually calmed down.

Sitting upright, he opened the black leather notebook again, took off the cap of the blue pen, and wrote and drew in it for a while.

Then, it is closed and up, and carefully stored into the hollow pocket of the backpack and the inner compartment of the schoolbag.

Four dishes, served together.

Yang Yifeng poured tea first, and said to Zhou Cheng: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhou Cheng, I was here to celebrate your good deeds today, but I was disturbed by my bad things. I will replace wine with tea and punish myself with a cup."

"Thank you for listening to my whining without interruption."

Zhou Cheng hurriedly raised the tea, and asked, "Brother Yifeng, do you want some real tea?"