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

Lin Ye quickly walked over with the temperature gun. Number 39 was a young man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, carrying a backpack, with a layer of sweat on his forehead, standing by the window with a triage slip in his hand.

"Show your forehead."

Lin Ye raised the temperature gun, and with a beep, the screen displayed 37.8℃.

He put away his gun and asked a few routine questions: "Do you have a sore throat or cough? Have you been in contact with anyone who has a fever recently? Do you have diarrhea or a rash?"

The young man coughed twice, his voice a little hoarse: "Yesterday I went hiking with my friends and sweated a lot. After that, I sat in an air-conditioned room for half a day. This morning my throat hurts, but I'm fine otherwise. I just want to get some cold medicine."

"Temperature 37.8 degrees Celsius. Go to the first consultation room to see the doctor. Whether you need a blood test or not, the consultation room will arrange it." Lin Ye pointed in the direction of the consultation room. The young man said "oh" and quickly left with the triage slip.

The triage desk wasn't so crowded anymore. Nurse Zhu's fingers tapped away on the keyboard as she called out two numbers, and the patients behind her slowly walked over.

Lin Ye put the temperature gun back into the disinfection box, touched the pocket of his white coat, and remembering what Qin Hai had just said, he took out the rotation manual.

The page stopped abruptly on the two pages about surgical rotations.

On the left is the record of the general surgery ward, where he wrote two postoperative observation cases of acute appendicitis.

Every item was filled out neatly, with key points marked with red lines. The lower right corner, where the instructor signed, was completely empty. On the right was the record from the Second General Surgery Ward, a case summary of two laparoscopic hernia repair surgeries performed under the guidance of Director Wang. The signature column was also very clean.

At that time, his surgical rotation coincided with a peak in appendicitis cases. He admitted more than a dozen patients a week and worked in surgery until the wee hours of the morning every day. After finishing the medical records, he would fall asleep immediately. When he was transferred to the emergency room, he would just grab his bag and leave, completely forgetting about getting his supervising doctor's signature. If Qin Hai hadn't mentioned it, he would have really thought he had already signed it.

I really forgot.

Lin Ye took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts to find Director Wang's WeChat. The contact name was "Director Wang of Surgery". It was added on the first day of his surgical rotation. The chat window was still showing the message he had told Director Wang that he was being transferred to the emergency room.

He typed a message: "Hello Director Wang, I am Lin Ye, a resident trainee who rotated in your group before. I forgot to ask you to sign two pages of my rotation medical records. When are you available recently so I can come and get them signed?"

The message was sent and received a reply within two minutes. Director Wang's reply was as concise as his ward rounds: "Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, I'll stay in my office for twenty minutes after my shift ends. Come over."

Lin Ye quickly replied, "Okay, Director Wang, thank you," and marked the chat box as unread, afraid that he would forget about it when he got busy.

"What are you looking at so intently?"

With a slump in his shoulder, Ma Hao leaned closer, glancing at his phone screen and then at the rotating manual spread out in his hand.

With a loud "Aww!", he frantically rummaged through his white coat pocket, finally pulling out an identical rotation manual. He flipped to a blank page, then slapped his thigh: "Damn it, I forgot about this! I've been working non-stop since being transferred to the ER, and I completely forgot about it!"

Lin Ye glanced at him sideways and tapped the blank signature column on his handbook with his fingertip: "It's not normal for someone with your brain not to remember this."

Ma Hao nudged his arm: "Hey, I'll go with you tomorrow afternoon, so I don't have to make the trip alone."

Lin Ye nodded. "Go back and organize your medical records that need to be signed. Don't go to the office and then not be able to find them, and have to run back to get them, which will cause delays."

"I know, I know, I'm not stupid."

Ma Hao rolled his eyes, took out his phone and set an alarm. "I'll set an alarm for 3:30. Neither of us has work tomorrow afternoon. After signing the papers, we can go back to the dorm and do two practice tests. I did one of those last time and got almost a third wrong. It's driving me crazy."

Lin Ye also took out his phone and opened the calendar app.

I clicked the plus sign in the upper right corner to create a new reminder, typed "Tomorrow at 4 PM, surgical office, bring rotation manual and two pages of rotation case" in the input box, and set an alarm for 3:40 PM.

After thinking for a moment, I added a parenthesis at the end, writing "Remind Ma Hao to bring his manual," and clicked save. Immediately, a small red dot appeared in the 4 PM column of the calendar for tomorrow, standing among a bunch of schedules and exam reminders.

Ma Hao had already turned around to sort out the registration slips he had just received, humming an off-key song. If you listened carefully, it was a mnemonic device for exam points compiled by the teacher in the previous residency training course. It was something like "Principles of shock treatment: first line expands volume, corrects acid, and dries blood vessels; second line strengthens the heart, promotes diuresis, and fights infection; the horizontal line is hormones." It was completely off-key, and Lin Ye couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth when he heard it.

Nurse Zhu was already tidying up the call number system. She stretched and said, "There are five more numbers left. After this round, we can take a break. I'm going to get a cup of hot water. You two keep an eye on things for a bit." With that, she took her thermos and headed towards the break room.

Lin Ye didn't reply. He was still thinking about the theory exam next month and the observation period for being admitted to the emergency room. There were a lot of things to do, but he didn't find it annoying. They were all things that needed to be done, and he could just take them one by one.

The loudspeaker in the waiting area blared again, calling out the name of patient number 43.