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

The training group for resident physicians exploded earlier than the director group.

Ma Hao only told half of the story about the emergency in the obstetrics and gynecology department, and dozens of messages had already been posted in the group.

[Is it Lin Ye again?]

Did he memorize the case study question bank beforehand?

[He's unlikely to encounter so many serious illnesses in the emergency room.]

Don't be so sour, they really did save him.

[Even if you save someone, it can't always be this coincidental, right?]

Lin Ye didn't check the group chat.

He sat in the emergency room office, a half-full glass of cold water beside him, working on Xu Qing's medical records.

Ma Hao stood to the side, wanting to speak several times, but in the end he couldn't hold back.

"Linye."

"Um."

"Why did you dare ask about your last menstrual period so directly?"

"Women with abdominal pain should ask this question."

"But your aunt cursed like that, aren't you afraid of getting a complaint?"

Lin Ye stopped writing: "I'm afraid."

Ma Hao was stunned.

Lin Ye continued writing: "Even if I'm afraid, I still have to ask."

Ma Hao fell silent.

At this moment, another resident trainee, Jiang Peng, came in from the door, holding a night shift schedule in his hand.

"Director Qin said that tonight we will all learn from the emergency room."

When he said the word "study," his tone was a little strange.

Lin Ye looked up: "Okay."

Jiang Peng slammed the watch on the table: "But Lin Ye, you're famous now. Are we just here to applaud you?"

The air in the office suddenly tightened.

Ma Hao was about to smooth things over, but then swallowed his words back.

Lin Ye's name has spread like wildfire these past few days. His fellow resident trainees verbally express their admiration, but back in the office, some always swallow their words. Everyone works the same all-nighters, writes the same medical records, and gets scolded by their supervisors—so why is it that only one person is suddenly remembered by the entire department head?

Sun Zhiqiang happened to walk in and heard this. His face darkened: "Jiang Peng, you came to the emergency room to learn, not to be sarcastic."

Jiang Peng smiled and said, "Professor Sun, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just curious, how come he's the one who gets all the serious illnesses during the same residency training?"

Nurse Zhao peeked out from the nurses' station: "If you want to touch her, there are many patients at the door, you can touch her anywhere."

Jiang Peng's face stiffened.

Lin Ye did not argue.

He saved Xu Qing's medical records, then stood up and said, "I'll look at the next one with you."

Jiang Peng was taken aback: "What?"

"You see the patients, I'll watch from the side."

Sun Zhiqiang glanced at Lin Ye but did not stop him.

A young girl came to the triage desk.

She was wearing an oversized hoodie, the brim pulled low, one hand pressed against her stomach, the other clutching her phone. Her boyfriend, who had come with her, stood far away, looking impatient.

"She said her stomach hurt, and then on the way here she said she didn't want to go anymore," her boyfriend said. "You two hurry up."

Jiang Peng picked up the medical record folder and asked, "How long has the pain lasted?"

The girl whispered, "One day."

"Did you eat something bad?"

"have no idea."

"What about your period?"

The girl looked up at him, then looked down again: "It's normal."

Jiang Peng glanced at Lin Ye out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Ye remained silent.

He was observing the girl's hands.

The girl kept her left hand pressed against her lower right abdomen, and when she sat down, her body curled to the right, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. When her boyfriend spoke, she would noticeably shrug her shoulders.

The system did not provide any notification.

This is not a high-risk countdown case.

But that doesn't mean everything is fine.

After asking a few questions, Jiang Peng prepared to order tests for gastroenteritis.

Lin Ye then asked, "Have you checked for tenderness in the lower right abdomen?"

Jiang Peng's face flushed: "That's exactly what I was going to investigate."

The girl gasped in pain during the physical examination.

Sun Zhiqiang came over and took a look: "Appendicitis is possible. Surgical consultation needed."

Jiang Peng lowered his head to perform a follow-up physical examination, his ears still red.

He had written countless "soft abdomen, no tenderness, no rebound tenderness" notes in the wards, but when he got to the emergency triage desk, he realized that where a hand was placed and which side the patient was leaning towards when sitting down spoke up earlier than the medical record template.

It's not some earth-shattering illness.

But it's a real illness.

Upon hearing that a surgical consultation was needed, the girl's boyfriend immediately said, "Appendicitis doesn't necessarily require surgery, does it? She has to go to work tomorrow."

The girl suddenly whispered, "I want to see."

My boyfriend frowned: "Stop being dramatic."

Nurse Zhao looked up: "This is the emergency room, not your company. She's in pain, so she has to decide what to do."

The girl gripped her phone tighter; the screen displayed a message from her boss.

Don't be late for tomorrow's morning meeting.

Upon seeing the line of text, Jiang Peng's initially impatient expression gradually subsided.

He almost categorized the girl as "being emotional" or "having gastroenteritis" just now.

Jiang Peng stood to the side, looking somewhat embarrassed.

He originally wanted to see how "divine" Lin Ye was, but Lin Ye only asked him to have a physical examination.

Following a surgical consultation, the girl was scheduled for further examination.

On his way back to the office, Jiang Peng remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he said in a low voice, "Why didn't you just say so?"

Lin Ye looked at the emergency light at the end of the corridor.

"You are seeing patients."

"Aren't you afraid I'll leak?"

"So I just watched from the side."

Jiang Peng's lips moved, but he stopped mocking him.

At 11 p.m., the emergency room lobby was a little quieter.

Just as Sun Zhiqiang was about to have the resident trainees take turns eating, the automatic door opened again.

Two security guards helped a boy in a school uniform into the room.

The boy's face was pale, his lips were purple, and he was clutching a crumpled leave slip in his hand.

The security guard said urgently, "The school sent him here. They said he was faking illness to avoid evening self-study, but he collapsed as soon as he got to the gate!"

Lin Ye turned his head.

The pale blue lettering lit up in my field of vision.

[Emergency room alert activated.]

Patient: Wu Hao, male, 16 years old.

[Appearances: Feigning illness, skipping class.]

High-risk: Fulminant myocarditis.

[Probability of misdiagnosis: 86%]

[Deterioration countdown: 36 minutes 09 seconds.]

Jiang Peng stood beside Lin Ye, his expression suddenly changing.

Lin Ye handed him the medical record folder.

"You answer."