Chapter 17 — Emergency Night Watchman

An Trinh Hospital. Leading sanctuary in the field of cardiology nationwide. I received the business card with both hands.
“Thank you, Professor Luc.”
"There's no need to be polite. Doing academic work must be done while you're still young. Try your best."
After he left, I bowed my head and looked at that business card. Palms are sweaty. The author of the table next to him is a resident doctor with three years of experience, secretly giving me a nudge.
“That is Professor Lu Xing… Vice President of the Chinese Association of Emergency Medicine… do you know?”
I know. His name appears as the contact author in every Chinese expert consensus on aortic dissection I have ever read. I know.
“Shen Yen!”
A familiar voice came from the crowd. I turned around—Phuong Chinh Thanh and Chu Yen Binh walked side by side. Today, it is rare for Phuong Chinh Thanh not to wear a blouse. Inside the vest is a gray shirt, looking ten years younger than usual. Chu Yen Binh is wearing a long dark coat, her long legs one step past the distance between the two display panels, making it difficult not to attract attention. Two people walked in front of me. Phuong Chinh Thanh scanned the display board and the notes on the autograph book, the corner of his mouth revealed a hint of satisfaction.
“Luc Hanh is here?”
"Here we are. Give me your business card."
"YES." He looked at me, "Not bad. First time attending a conference, remember a few rules: listen more, talk less, remember people's faces, business cards must be emailed within twenty-four hours after returning."
“Clear.”
Chu Yen Binh stood in front of my display board for a while, then suddenly said: "This color combination is not good. Next time use a dark blue background."
“… Brother, did you come to see the color scheme?”
“I came to monitor to see if you would embarrass my project group.” He turned his head to look at me, his eyes carrying a very faint smile, "No shame. Very good."
That evening, the conference had a party. Originally, I wasn't qualified to participate—recovery doctors don't have a place. But I don't know where Phuong Chinh Thanh Kiem found an invitation letter for me.
"Go show your face. Get to know people."
I changed into my only black dress and let my hair down. When I pushed open the banquet room door— In front of me were leather vests, shoes, and wine glasses. The people standing here are the group of people at the top of the pyramid of the national emergency medicine field. I stood in the corner holding a glass of orange juice. Not suitable for this place. But I told myself: standing here is my status in exchange for my life. Two lives. Three critical emergency cases. One academic innovation. I deserve to stand here. When Phuong Chinh Thanh came out from the crowd to look for me, there was a person next to him. Over fifty years old, slightly chubby, square face, name tag with a name that made my mind go blank for a second.
“Tham Yen, come here, let's get acquainted.” Phuong Chinh Thanh's voice was light, "This is Deputy Director Ton of the Medical Department, Health Committee. Old Ton, this is the student I told you about."
Deputy Director Ton extended his hand.
"Tieu Tham? Phuong Chinh Thanh has praised you several times. Said the Emergency Department has a genius medical doctor."
I shook his hand. Palms are dry.
"Hello, Director Ton. I don't dare admit to being a genius."
"Be humble. Young people must have spirit." He patted my shoulder, "I heard that your prediction model wants to do multi-center validation? If the data runs well, you can consider including it in the standard screening process of a chest pain center." emergency. When the time comes, find me and I'll connect you."
Incorporate into national standard procedures. If I could really do it— The model I built wouldn't be an article. Which is a tool. A tool used by Emergency Departments nationwide, it can save lives. The countdowns I see— Perhaps one day, other doctors can also, through this set of models, foresee those silent death signals. I can't give my eyes to everyone. But I can turn my judgment logic into an algorithm.
“Thank you, Director Ton. I will push with all my strength.”
"Okay. The students Tieu Phuong leads will be no less."
After he left, Phuong Chinh Thanh leaned closer and said in a low voice:
“Hear that? What you have to do in the future is not just to be a good doctor in a hospital.”
I looked at him. There was a light in his eyes. It's not the light of a teacher looking at a student. It's the light of a warrior seeing his successor.
“Director Phuong…”
“Don't be cheesy.” He raised his glass of wine, "Drink your orange juice, don't take someone else's wine by mistake."
I bowed my head and smiled a bit. The warm yellow light of the banquet room shined on the crystal glass, broken into pieces. This moment is very quiet. I held orange juice and stood at the edge of the crowd. But I know I won't forever stand on the edge. From today onwards— The emergency room at dawn is no longer my only battlefield. But in every emergency room across the country, those lives are silently counting down - one day, because of me standing here today, there will be a glimmer of hope for life. I took a sip of orange juice. Sweet. 【Chapter 11】 April. Spring comes, the rows of sycamore trees behind the hospital begin to sprout. EHJ's critical opinion has arrived.
“Small edit.”