Chapter 11 Unknown Secrets of Pain

Gu Qingrong, a person like this, had better not talk, and want people to beat him as soon as he opens his mouth. Zeng passed away from his hand, straightened up, looked him in the eye and asked, "Why, are you questioning my major?" "Hmm." "..." He was frank and clear in questioning. She almost choked with anger. "Do you know how many minutes is the golden rescue time when a person has cardiac arrest?" Once passed, four fingers were erected side by side, and the voice suddenly rose. "Four to six minutes! If the patient is not rescued within four minutes, it will cause irreversible brain injury. The better situation is to become a vegetable and lie in a hospital bed forever. The worst result is dilated pupils, direct death, and rescue can't be taken back." Gu Qingrong paused and looked at her. He naturally knows the knowledge about the changes of human body after death, but he only knows the fur, and never thought that her reaction was quite fierce. "My father told me from an early age that no matter what the patient is caused by cardiac arrest or shock, we medical students must come forward to rescue him in the first place, try to awaken the patient's consciousness in prime time, let the patient's heart jump again, and save the patient's life." She paused. "In fact, I may see at first sight that the boy is pretending, but just in case, I have to go up and find out whether it is true or not. Even if the boy is really teasing me, there is a sudden accident in the process of teasing me, and I have to be prepared to rescue him. This is our duty and belief for doctors." My father is right. Everyone praises the greatness of doctors and thinks that doctors are living Bodhisattvas who heal the wounded and rescue the dying. But how many people can understand the hard work of doctors and know that doctors are human beings, and they will be tired if they have worldly desires. At present, there are still many medical injuries in the whole society. Every time this happens, my father will tell her with a wry smile: It is not easy for doctors to treat patients safely now. In just one sentence, she understood the difficulties of being a healer. But what can I do? If doctors in this world don't treat patients, the world will be confused and patients will be everywhere. "So, Gu Qingrong." He looked into his eyes with a round voice. "Even if I know it is fake, I will do it like just now instead of choosing to turn around and leave." * All day long, the words that passed have been lingering in Gu Qingrong's ears. For the first time, he learned a little about the mission of medical students. Saving people is always the first task of doctors. Since his illness, it has become a secret in his heart. He had sought medical treatment, but he didn't completely open his heart and tell the doctor all the diseases and reactions in his body. Because, he doesn't trust doctors. He didn't believe that the doctor would hide it for him after learning that he was suffering from the disease, and wouldn't reveal it to his father, school or coach. Therefore, instead of worrying about the follow-up, it is better to nip all possibilities in the cradle from the beginning. This secret was not known to the second person until the day when it was smashed by Zeng Shao. At first, he was worried that Zeng would publicize his illness, but in the end he found out that she was really keeping a secret for him, so he didn't hate her so much. "Hey, Gu Qingrong!" Suddenly, someone patted Gu Qingrong behind his back. Gu Qingrong turned back and saw through the helmet mirror that it was his teammate Lin Dongri. Lin Dongri is also a short track speed skater. Different from him, he was admitted to A University as a special student for short track speed skating. He is a very good skater, and they have participated in short track speed skating competitions together many times, which is comparable to his results. But obviously, Gu Qingrong is higher than him in skill. In these competitions, Gu Qingrong's results are better than his. Gu Qingrong gave a light "hmm" sound, stepped straight on the skates, and struggled to push forward at his feet. Last time, when he separated from Zeng Shao, there was no tension or suspicion. The two men's eyes met, as if at that moment, the wall built by Gu Qingrong for many years, wary of outsiders stepping in, began to crack gradually. He never trusted anyone and would hide his illness for him, but from her, he felt a sense of security. This sense of security was passed on to him by medical students. Gu Qingrong's voice in response to Lin Dongri was already small and easily disappeared by his helmet. Lin Dongri thought he had something on his mind, so he slipped in front of him and turned around to meet him face to face, forcing him to slow down. "Are you in trouble?" Lin Dongri asked. Gu Qingrong looked up at him and raised his voice through the mirror: "No." "If not, how can your face stink like dung beetles?" "My usual face doesn't stink?" "..." Lin Dongri raised his eyebrows, slowed down, crossed his hands behind him, and looked carefree. "Brother, have something to say directly?" To say, Gu Qingrong has always liked to be alone and cold-tempered. His relationship with him is not eager. Those who don't know think they are enemies. The two studied different majors in A University, but they were divided into one team by the coach because of short track speed skating. Over the past few years, both of them have trained on the same team. Lin Dongri has always regarded him as his opponent, but Gu Qingrong is especially "hated". Others fought for their results, but he took part in the competition with light clouds and light winds every time, won the prize with light clouds and light winds, and fled from the award scene with rashness. What is he doing? Play with the competitor? Play with the organizer? Playing with other contestants? Afterwards, everyone found him and asked him why he ran. As a result, the magical figure, half leaning on the fence, clinging to his helmet in his hand, smelled the speech, lazily raised his eyelids and looked at the crowd. He paused and said, "Oh, I don't like the award-winning session." Everyone: "..." So if you don't like it, you don't like it. Why do you want to run? Everyone asked him again. As a result, he said faintly: "The scene is too noisy." "We are competitors." Gu Qingrong dropped this sentence and pulled Lin Dongri's thoughts back. "..." He was angry again! Gu Qingrong took a step, pressed his toes forward, and instantly slipped himself out of Lin Dongri's sight. Lin Dongri refused to accept it and shouted behind him: "Why did you run away when you received the award in the last 1000-meter semi-final? Are you so afraid of receiving the award?" What's wrong with this? Who hates receiving awards? Words fell, the distance between the two was pulled apart again. Lin Dongri put on his helmet urgently, pedaled under his feet, and immediately caught up. It snowed today, the wind was howling outside, and the temperature dropped sharply, which was several degrees lower than the previous two days, and it was already below zero. Outdoor cold air blows and indoor heating is hot. Gu Qingrong and Lin Dongri began to slide freely on the A-sized indoor ice rink. Helmets hide the young man's face, but still can't hide the unrestrained and unruly brow of the young man. The two men are vigorous, like gulls flying rapidly on the boundless sea level, spreading their wings and flying freely and heartily. The teenager is still the original teenager, never changed and never changed. Finally, with a violent brake, the wheels of the ice skates made a tearing sound with the ground, making a mark until they stopped. The two men reached the finish line by only one second. Lin Dongri won Gu Qingrong by one second. After winning, Lin Dongri was not happy. He was about to scold him for not playing well at all when suddenly someone called Gu Qingrong. "Gu Qingrong, come to my office!" Both looked back and saw their coach Zhou Xin. * Gu Qingrong took off his helmet, and the sweat on his forehead dripped and was erased by him at will. "Why is the coach looking for you?" Lin Dongri is really gossip. "I don't know." Lin Dongri suddenly understood and said, "It's not because you gave the award last time and you ran away again, is it?" Gu Qingrong paused, looked back at Zhou Xin, who gradually went away and walked into his office, frowning. * Gu Qingrong knocked on the door of Zhou Xin's office. "Come in." "Coach Zhou, what do you want me to do?" He wears skates all the year round for training. Even if he wears them at this time, he can control his body balance stably. Zhou Xin put down his pen and looked up at him. "You must know why I came to you today?" He thought for a moment and said bluntly, "I don't know." "You really don't know what good things you have done?!" Zhou Xin was so angry that his eyebrows stood up to both sides. "Your instruction?" "..." Really, if it weren't for the fact that he was the son of Principal Gu Xueren and a good prospect of short track speed skating, with his cold and arrogant attitude, he couldn't bear this temper! "1000 meters semi-finals, why did you run again when the award was given? Don't you know everyone is looking for you?" "Yes." Gu Qingrong paused. "I'm sorry." "..." The apology came so fast that it was like a tornado, and he was caught off guard. Gu Qingrong is still holding his helmet, standing straight, like a pine tree, and his face is still cold. He said: "I have already explained why I want to leave. There may be blame and incomprehension, but please ask Coach Zhou to explain for me more. I really don't like the award ceremony, but short track speed skating is something I will pursue all my life. All external factors can't affect my love, and I hope everyone can understand." I knew this explanation had never changed again and again. He doubted whether Gu Qingrong had something to hide, but after so many times, he still didn't find any other reasons in him and gave up. Zhou Xin sighed heavily, looked at him deeply, and finally opened the drawer next to him and took out the trophy and certificate he won at that time. Put it on the table, push it towards him, and stare at Gu Qingrong. Zhou Xin said, "Gu Qingrong, you are a good prospect. You really have talent and work hard in short track speed skating. You and Lin Dongri both have the opportunity to enter the national team training, but you must get rid of this problem of getting cold feet! National-level competitions can't tolerate your nonsense!" Although he had guessed that he would be accused, Gu Qingrong still had endless helplessness and grievances in his heart. He didn't mean to do this, but reality forced him to do so. Precisely, the pain brought to him by this reality can't be confided to others, and over time, it accumulates into useless resentment against himself. The luster in his eyes gradually faded, grievances hit the apex of his heart, and his eyes turned reddish. He tried his best to resist, hung down his head, and hid his unknown depression. "This is the trophy and certificate you won from the last time you participated in the 1000-meter semi-final. You suddenly fled and caught everyone off guard. You can only bring these to you afterwards." Zhou Xin said. After competition, he tried his best to win his own glory, but suddenly fled when he received the award because of repeated setbacks. Zhou Xin explained his reasons to the organizers, competitors and other competitors again and again, and apologized one by one. Gu Qingrong picked up the trophy and certificate, but his mood was like stormy waves, which made it difficult to calm down. Finally, he looked up, took a step back, deeply gave Zhou Xin a 90-degree bow and said- "I'm sorry."