Chapter 1283: The teachers are experienced.

Back for just a few minutes, and heading out again with Teacher Xin.

Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong sat in the ambulance, feeling like they hadn’t stepped off the vehicle at all tonight.

“Do either of you want to take a break first?” Xin Yanjun considerately asked the two students.

No need. The students shook their heads.

As the colleagues were a bit tired from two successive emergency calls, Sister Seo and a colleague switched roles temporarily, taking the trip for the colleague. So, she sat in the back of the vehicle with the two rookie interns.

Xin Yanjun jumped into the front passenger seat of the ambulance. The ambulance set off.

On the way, Sister Seo eagerly asked the two interns, “How do you feel about our ER after coming here?”

Sitting in the front, Xin Yanjun immediately turned around, on guard: What, does the ER plan to poach people too?

Sister Seo’s words were indeed on behalf of the ER department leaders. The ER nurse team already knew about Xie Wanying and her classmates’ abilities and hinted to the department leaders. Anyway, the ER was looking to hire doctors.

The ER is tiring and busy, not an easy department, though economically beneficial. However, those working in the ER always feel the benefits don’t match the effort because it’s extremely exhausting, and the pressure is immense.

Wanting to go to cardiothoracic surgery herself, Xie Wanying really didn’t know how to answer the nurse sister’s question. The nurse sister was good to her; it was hard to speak up.

Similarly, the class leader who only wanted to go to neurosurgery could only choose silence as golden.

Sister Seo observed their grand ambitions and pretended to hum, “Alright, I see you have big aspirations, looking down on our ER.”

“Don’t talk about them like that.” Xin Yanjun, sitting in front, didn’t forget to protect the young ones.

“They also look down on your respiratory department.” Sister Seo teased her on purpose.

“One day, they’ll look at our respiratory department with new respect.” Xin Yanjun always had confidence in her department.

As they talked, the ambulance drove into an old residential area.

“The patient is on the seventh floor.” Sister Seo made a couple of thoughtful noises from her mouth.

Xin Yanjun understood her meaning and said, “I don’t ask for much, just not—”

“Not dead, right?” Sister Seo laughed heartily, jumped out of the ambulance, and said to the two interns, “Come on, here’s your chance to train your physical strength. Carry the patient down the stairs.”

The teachers, with plenty of experience, seemed to know what was going on with the patient even before they saw them.

The old residential building had no elevator, and the group climbed to the seventh floor on foot. During the climb, no family members came down after hearing the ambulance to assist the medical staff, further confirming the teachers’ hunch.

Knock on the door. The family member opened it from inside and, upon seeing the doctors, said, “Ah, sorry to trouble you. Later, help us carry him downstairs to the hospital. We can’t move him. My dad’s heavy.”

“Does he need to go to the hospital?” Xin Yanjun smiled and asked, her only requirement being that they didn’t bring back a dead body this time.

“Yes.” The patient’s family member nodded, “You can go in and take a look.”

That’s how the 120 system works domestically: as long as family and patient request it, regardless of whether it’s urgent enough to require hospital transfer, medical staff must take them. ER staff are used to and numb to these situations. Anyway, not just their 120, reportedly 110 and 119 encounter the same bizarre requests frequently.

A seventy-year-old male patient, paralyzed on one side due to a stroke, bedridden for a long time, hadn’t moved, estimated to weigh about one hundred fifty to sixty pounds.