Provincial capital, Second Hospital of Medical University.

With more and more abundant materials, although the situation did not seem to have changed, Matthew could feel the change of still water.

He strictly guarded the fever clinic, fever ward, emergency department and the Second Affiliated Hospital. The operation of the whole hospital was a little rough, but it was still running after all.

During the epidemic, there were many fewer patients to see a doctor. The whole country was frightened and everyone was afraid. Coupled with the strict control of the neighborhood committee, if you can''t go out, you can''t go out.

The number of patients was much less, so the second hospital barely operated.

Under the leading demonstration of the second hospital, other hospitals began to receive patients according to the same process, further reducing the pressure.

It''s just that these days, Ma Xiude people are really sleepy because they don''t remove their armor and saddle.

Coupled with some old problems, he was hollowed out.

The phone rings.

"Xue Yuan, how are you at the headquarters?" Matthew answered the phone and asked.

"Fortunately, gradually on the right track." Xue Chunhe was also very tired, his voice was hoarse, and it was difficult to speak.

"I''m fine, too."

"As I begin to prepare for the resumption of work and childbirth, it is estimated that there will be a peak." Xue Chunhe told me, "I communicate with doctors in magic capital and Tiannan every day and prepare to copy that experience."

"I think so." Matthew sighed and said with a bitter smile, "Xue Yuan, I used to think that the investment was too much, but the mule was led by a horse. You know the gap in management level. Talents, ah, have gone to the south."

"It seems you''re not tired yet." Xue Chunhe said with a smile, "there''s still time to think about these useless things."

"Xue hospital, if you think about it, it''s decompression. The clinical pressure is too great. Everyone feels that they have a virus. When I first took over the second hospital, a female doctor in the fever clinic cried that she was infected. She couldn''t check the nucleic acid once. She checked it three times."

"Zhao Haixiao?"

Xue Chunhe knows that Zhao Haixiao is also a thorny figure in the hospital.

The professional ability is not good, but he is a first-class expert. It seems reasonable to do nucleic acid three times.

"Yes," Matthew sighed. "There''s no way. I can only change all the fever clinics and transfer the backbone of the respiratory department. I''m too stressed to think about anything else. I''m afraid I can''t carry it."

"Pay attention to your body."

"It''s OK. Now there''s a problem with the waist disc. You have to walk on crutches." Matthew said, "but it''s not a big problem. I''m busy these days. I don''t even have time to eat. My clinical habits are gradually getting stronger."

"That''s good. I''m calling you to tell you one thing. The reporter of the daily news agency is going to interview you."

"Interview? Forget it, I''m too embarrassed to have time."

"Necessary publicity is very important. You can''t think so."

Matthew scratched his head. He really didn''t want to be interviewed. There is no way up. Even with the "military merit" of fighting the epidemic in his hand, he is estimated not to make an exception to promote himself to be the president.

This time I''m on the front line. I''m loyal to my country. He thought of his own way out, and then hung around with Mr. Wu''s thigh. He was leisurely and earned more. Was he not better than anything else?

And now the position of president is not a good place. Before the epidemic, many presidents were dismounted after problems. It is said that all hospitals on the side of the imperial capital are supported by retired old presidents, and no one wants to be president.

If so, why do you have to interview? You can do it honestly.

However, under the coercion of Xue Chunhe, Matthew was interviewed. This is a publicity need, just inform Matthew, not ask for his advice.

About two o''clock in the afternoon, he was interviewed by the medical disputes Office of the medical department. Matthew walked around the hospital on crutches.

More than 30000 steps a day, he came out on crutches. Matthew felt that he had reached his limit. I really don''t want to be interviewed. Is there anyone reading the local newspaper now?

It''s useless. It''s a waste of time.

I thought so, but when it was time for the interview, Matthew was still on crutches and dragged his staggering steps to the appointed place.

"Horse yard, are you..." the reporter looked at Matthew''s embarrassed appearance and asked in surprise.

"The disc is prominent, so you can''t walk without crutches." Matthew smiled. "Old problem, sorry."

"It''s all right, horse yard." the reporter hurriedly said, "you sit and say?"

"I can''t sit down. Stand."

The reporter looked up and down at Matthew. His hair was messy, some long, white hair, and there were indentations on his face.

The whole person looks embarrassed. He looks like the president of a large class III hospital in the provincial capital, but he looks like a rural old man at a dead end.

"Horse yard, I know you''re busy and don''t waste your time. Let''s start now?"

"OK."

The camera adjusted the angle and aimed at Matthew. The reporter handed over the microphone and asked, "horse yard, what defense work has our provincial capital done against the epidemic?"

Matthew leaned on crutches and began to talk to reporters about work.

These days, Matthew also knows what he can say and what he can''t say. Anyway, it''s the flower sedan chair people who carry people.

As a former medical director, Matthew''s eloquence was first-rate, and he had no problem talking nonsense with his eyes closed. He spoke for five or six minutes before he stopped.

"Horse yard, I didn''t expect that this work is really hard." the reporter said with emotion.

"It''s much worse than the front line." Matthew looked at the direction of the sun.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the waist. The right leg seemed to have been electrocuted. There was no strength, and the whole person shook to the right.

Matthew quickly leaned on his crutch. But the neurological symptoms of disc herniation came so quickly that Matthew fell to the ground with a crooked crutch.

"Horse yard!" Han Guangyun was recording with his mobile phone in his hand. Suddenly he saw Matthew fall, and he rushed up.

The reporter was also stunned.

"I''m sorry." Matthew sat half on the ground against the wall. His face muscles spasmed and twitched because of pain, but he apologized for the first time. "I can''t hold it. Take a break."

"Shall I help you to bed?"

"No." Matthew knew his problem. The pain in his leg was getting worse and worse. He certainly couldn''t support himself to walk. He just lay on the ground.

His legs were like electricity. No matter what posture he was in, he was very uncomfortable. Looking at the familiar wall, Matthew suddenly thought that he had been the director of the medical department for many years. It seemed that he had never observed the familiar room from this angle.

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Note: he fell ill during the interview. He is an old Dean I am familiar with. I looked haggard in the video