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

After Tian Jianjun's stretcher turned the corner into the corridor, the taxi at the emergency room entrance was still parked in the outer parking space.

Tian Jianguo took the key bag and went out with the security guard, but turned back halfway and asked a question across the triage desk.

"Doctor, can I drive my brother's car back? Please don't leave it parked in front of the door."

Qin Hai was looking at the next triage form without even looking up.

"If you can drive, then drive. Don't let him touch the steering wheel."

Tian Jianguo said "oh," but then felt uneasy.

"So, how long will he stay?"

The cardiologist hadn't gone far when he heard it, and turned back to say something.

"Don't ask how many days it will take tonight. Let's get through this first, and I'll tell you later."

The key inside the transparent bag gently touched the edge of the bag.

Tian Jianguo stood there for two seconds, then walked towards the door with the security guard.

After the person left, a small area in front of the triage station was empty.

Ma Hao reached for his bucket of noodles.

Once the lid was lifted, the noodles were completely soaked and had no flavor left.

He stared at it for two seconds, then picked up the fork.

Nurse Li passed by and saw the bucket; her brows furrowed immediately.

"Are you still eating?"

"Not eating it would be a waste."

"This isn't saving money, it's challenging the gastroenterology department."

Ma Hao picked up a fork, and the noodles broke in mid-air, falling back into the soup with a thud.

He paused for a moment.

"Fine, I respect the gastroenterology department."

Lin Ye stood next to the newly vacated monitoring position.

Nurse Li removed the sheet, and the monitoring cables were looped back onto the shelf. The bed quickly became empty again, as if no one had ever lain on it.

Qin Hai closed the medical record folder and looked up at him.

"What are you still looking at?"

"It's nothing."

Qin Hai placed the clip on the table.

"I've opened my heart to them. I've told them everything: the diagram, the troponin, the family, and the car. Even if you keep staring at this bed, it won't vomit anyone out."

Lin Ye went to the pool and rinsed himself.

When he was urging Tian Jianjun to hand over the keys earlier, he didn't feel any urgency. Now that he's truly focused on his work and the car keys are in Tian Jianguo's hands, that initial urge has slowly subsided.

Ma Hao pushed the mushy noodles into the garbage bag and leaned closer.

"Brother Lin, were you worried he would really run away?"

Lin Ye shook the water off his hands.

"If he were to actually drive on the road, he wouldn't be the only one in the car."

Ma Hao didn't take the joke seriously.

He glanced at the emergency room entrance.

"I used to only experience chest pain that prevented me from walking. Who would have thought that tooth sensitivity could be this scary?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Hai tapped his pen on the table.

"Don't just focus on chest pain. When someone says their teeth hurt, you have to look at their whole personality to see if it looks like they have a dental problem."

Ma Hao muttered to himself.

"So, if I have a toothache in the future, will I have to get an electrocardiogram first?"

Nurse Li threw the new bed sheet into his arms.

"Make the bed first. An electrocardiogram won't show anything about your mouth pain."

Ma Hao hugged the bed sheet, looking very hurt.

Lin Ye couldn't help but laugh.

After laughing, he glanced at the empty bed again.

Qin Hai didn't say it in front of Ma Hao.

Qin Hai lowered his voice after Ma Hao went to make the bed.

"You're right to ask tonight."

Lin Ye looked up.

Qin Hai continued flipping through the triage forms.

"But remember this yourself, don't blame a heart attack every time your teeth ache, or call your ponytail every time your back hurts. If you're going to ask, you need to know which line you're on."

Lin Ye hummed in agreement.

Qin Hai glanced at him.

"Don't be so obedient. If something really goes wrong, you still have to stop it. If you stop the wrong person, you'll get scolded later; if you stop the right person, fewer people will get into trouble. Got it?"

This is more effective than praise.

He threw the paper towels into the trash can.

"clear."

Nurse Li took a carton of milk from the lower level of the treatment cart and placed it next to him.

"I drank it."

Lin Ye looked down at the carton of milk.

The corners of the box were crushed, and the straw was still stuck to the back.

"Sister Li, is this yours?"

"The family bought too much, and nobody recognized it at the nurses' station. Do you want some? If not, I'll use it to feed Ma Hao's bowl of noodles."

Ma Hao immediately looked up from the side.

"I think I need comfort too."

Nurse Li looked at him.

"You've already been comforted."

Ma Hao shut up.

Lin Ye inserted the straw and took a sip.

It's a bit too sweet.

But at least there was something in my stomach.

The triage area was quiet for less than five minutes.

A child with a fever was brought in by his father. His temperature was 39.2 degrees Celsius. He seemed to be in good spirits, but had a sore throat.

Nurse Li asked the child to sit down and inquired about the timing of the fever-reducing medication and any allergies. Ma Hao then took a second temperature check with a thermometer.

The child's father touched the child's forehead as he asked.

"Doctor, do I need an IV drip?"

After examining the throat, Qin Hai listened to the lungs.

"Don't start an IV drip as soon as you come in. The child can still drink and seems to be in good spirits. First, get a blood test and a virus test, and give the fever reducer on time."

The child's father visibly relaxed.

The child, however, stared at the milk in Lin Ye's hand.

"Daddy, I want one too."

Ma Hao followed suit.

"This doesn't cure fever."

The child pouted.

Nurse Li slapped the registration slip toward Ma Hao.

"Stop teasing the kids. Go take them to get their blood drawn."

Lin Ye watched as his child was led away by his father to have his blood drawn, and he still felt a pang of anger.

The electrocardiogram image of toothache was still flashing through his mind.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, three more people entered from outside the triage desk.

The man walking in front was wearing a white shirt with the collar loose, and his face reeked of alcohol and showed impatience.

He was supporting a young woman, but the gesture looked like he was helping her up; his hand was actually gripping her arm the whole time.

A short-haired girl followed behind, carrying a handbag, her shoulders hunched, looking even more panicked than the patient.

The man in the white shirt spoke as soon as he entered the room.

"Doctor, she drank too much, has a stomachache, and vomited twice. Please prescribe some hangover medicine; we need to go back."

The young woman had her head down, her hair covering half of her face.

She didn't argue, but simply placed her other hand on her upper abdomen.

Nurse Li glanced at the hand on her arm, which was covered by a white shirt.

"Loosen your grip first. Let her sit down by herself."

The man in the white shirt frowned.

"She can't stand steadily."

"If you can't stand steadily, just use a wheelchair. You don't need to drag me like this."

Ma Hao had already pushed the wheelchair over.

As the young woman sat down, her hand brushed against the edge of her bag.

A strip of medicine slipped out of the bag and fell to the ground with a thud.

The short-haired girl bent down to pick it up, but the girl in the white shirt was faster, pressing the medicine blister pack into her palm.

Lin Ye saw the names of the medicines on the back of the medicine board.

He only scanned half of those words; the words "stomach medicine" were ruled out first.

It's definitely not a hangover cure.

He looked up.

"What's her name?"

The man in the white shirt answered very quickly.

"Jiang Xiaoning".

Lin Ye's gaze returned to the medicine.

"Who gave her this medicine?"

The hand in the white shirt paused for a moment.

The short-haired girl spoke softly.

"It's not hers."

The young woman leaned back in her wheelchair, her forehead covered in fine sweat.

Her lips moved, but her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Don't call my mom."