Chatper 95 (1/2)

And the total number of hours in a week only adds up to 168.

After deducting the time for commuting, bathing, and eating, their total sleep time should not exceed 30 hours at most.

It's a dangerous state for a doctor, but they can't change it.

People who don't know what's going on will think that domestic medical resources have exceeded the needs of the people, and the work of medical staff is very leisurely.

But no one knows the medical staff in the system, their working hours are very tight, and their rest time is far from the normal standard.

In addition, there are also misunderstandings from patients and their families, as well as medical troubles.

These reasons have seriously affected the work efficiency of medical staff.

The dean inspected the audience and said: "I know that everyone's work is very hard, but these hardships are necessary for our profession. This is an industry closest to life and death. We face the passing of life every day. Too tall I won’t say much about the industry standards and lofty career pursuits. Each of our colleagues earnestly does a good job within the scope of their responsibilities. This is the best treatment for this profession. Don’t talk nonsense, let’s continue to work .”

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As soon as the meeting ended, Qin Yiyue's cell phone rang.

She looked at the unfamiliar number and hesitated for a while before answering.

"Hello."

A polite female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Excuse me, are you Miss Qin Yiyue?"

"I am. Who are you?"

"I am the office of the Academic Affairs Office of Chenxi Primary School. Your child, He Weifei, is fighting with his classmates at school. Now he needs his parents to come over. Do you have time now?"

Qin Yiyue's heart tightened when she heard the words, and she said, "I'll go over right away. Is the child injured?"

"You'll know the specifics when you come over to see it." The assistant teacher hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Facing the hung up phone, Qin Yiyue felt depressed for a while.

After the depression, there was a burst of worry.

She was afraid that Xiaobao would get hurt, or be stimulated by her classmates, and she would be too emotional.

As soon as she thought of this, she wished she could rush to Xiaobao's side immediately.

Qin Yiyue hurriedly talked to the director, and then drove to Xiaobao's school.

Before entering the Academic Affairs Office, I heard a woman swearing and a child crying.

Qin Yiyue's heart tightened, and she walked in quickly.

I saw a fat and white woman sitting on the sofa, holding a little boy in her arms.

The woman pointed at a young teaching assistant and cursed: "How do you look after the child? I gave you so much money, just to let this little bastard beat my son? If he is injured or disabled, how will you pay for it?!"

The young teaching assistant looked at her timidly, not knowing what to say.

Qin Yiyue looked around in the office, only to see Xiao Bao's figure in a small corner.

There were several footprints on Xiaobao's school uniform. From the distribution of those footprints, it can be seen that the beating people kicked him in the chest and lower abdomen.

Even his white and tender face was stained with blood, but no one treated the wound for him.

The small figure stood alone in the corner, as if forgotten by others.

The worry in Qin Yiyue's heart along the way and the distress at seeing Xiaobao all intertwined into anger.

Qin Yiyue said angrily, "Where's my son?"

When the young teaching assistant saw Qin Yiyue's appearance, it seemed that things could not go well today.

She had seen Qin Yiyue get along with Li Hui before, and thought that Qin Yiyue was a good-tempered person, so she chose to call Qin Yiyue instead of He Qiaoyan.