The protagonist of fast time travel Halo Crusher

Chapter 593 Intern Doctor ([-])
After Qi Bailin's stitches were finished, Xiang Jiang's whole body felt bad, as if he had been fished out of the water, his body was covered in sweat, and his clothes were wet from sweat and stuck to his skin tightly. His face didn't know whether it was sweat or Tears or snot, anyway, extremely embarrassed.

Qi Bolin felt that Lin Mu stared at him with wide eyes and made a fuss: "Continue to work, see what I do? Have you seen it?"

"No, no, I've seen it before." Lin Mu hurried to the next work, and while she was working, she guessed whether Qi Bolin knew Xiang Jiang's identity and acted like this.

The night shift in the emergency department was over, and Lin Mu was exhausted. She just wanted to go back and catch up on her sleep, but Zhu Jingran arranged for her to go to the outpatient clinic.

In one morning's outpatient clinic, nearly 100 patients were seen.

Based on the average of three films for each patient, she would have to look at three to four hundred films in one morning, and her eyes were not her own.

Zhu Jingran often asked questions suddenly, so Lin Mu had to keep his nerves high.

A man of about 50 to [-] years old came in. This patient was suffering from lung cancer, which was already in the advanced stage. "Doctor, I know I have lung cancer. Is there any way I can save him? You are a nationally renowned expert, and your hospital also specializes in lung transplant surgery." But now that I’m famous, is it still too late for me to get a lung transplant?”

Lin Mu looked at his various examination results and felt sad. The cancer has metastasized, so there is no way to save him.

She has seen too many incurable patients with the outpatient clinic, too many patients who have been sentenced to death in modern medicine, and she has seen too much sorrow and helplessness in life.

Although she was sad for these patients, she was also a little numb.

Zhu Jingran said calmly: "Not all patients are eligible for lung transplantation. You are now in the fourth stage. We generally do not recommend lung transplantation for advanced patients. You have already seen the spread and metastasis of cancer cells. There is little point in performing a lung transplant, and it is difficult to find a suitable lung source. I suggest you choose chemotherapy and radiotherapy.”

"Then can I still be saved? How long can I live?" The man asked this question with a trembling voice.

Zhu Jingran replied: "It is difficult to treat advanced lung cancer. Cancer is difficult to cure, especially in the advanced stage. But if you choose an appropriate treatment plan, you can reduce the number of cancer cells, control their growth and spread, and the survival rate within five years is still impressive. .”

The man was dejected, he was sentenced to death, he sat on the seat in the outpatient room and began to cry, holding his head.

It was rare for Lin Mu to see a man's tears roll down in such large sizes, and a big man cried until his heart broke.

She couldn't bear it, but she still stepped forward to persuade: "You can choose to be treated in our hospital, or you can go back to the hospital in your hometown for treatment. You can think about this again, we need to see a doctor for the next patient."

"I won't go! I won't go! Treat me, why can't I be cured." The man is unwilling to accept the reality.

Zhu Jingran didn't look at that man any more. She had seen life and death a lot, and she didn't have so much free time to lament about life.

The man stayed here and refused to leave, and several interns were trying to persuade him.

Lin Mu didn't want to ask people from the security department to come over to deal with them. The patients were poor enough. She also wanted to have time to comfort each patient, but the reality was that there were countless patients in their outpatient clinic, so many people were waiting. , The time that a patient can get is only 3 minutes. If he stays here, he is wasting the precious time of others to see a doctor.

"If you don't leave, we will call security." An intern pushed the man angrily.

Immediately, the man cried even harder.

Just when everyone was helpless, Sister Wu's husband appeared. He pulled the man: "Brother, brother, my wife is also undergoing chemotherapy. Don't be afraid. If we are sick, we will cure the disease. I will take you there." Look at my wife, she can hold on as a woman, you can too."

Sister Wu's husband coaxed and persuaded the man away.

Lin Mu heaved a sigh of relief. What the doctor said about this kind of thing is actually not as comforting as a patient who has experienced the same experience. Although Sister Wu is not lung cancer, she also received radiotherapy and chemotherapy, and her husband's words are much more convincing.

After the outpatient clinic, for three to four hours, Lin Mu never drank a sip of water or went to the toilet once.After finally arriving at noon, she hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of food and went back to the ward to get busy.

Those who can’t rest after the night shift, that is, they are interns. They are on call 360 hours a day, 24 days a year, which is even worse than being busy in finance. No, although being a financial migrant worker is tiring, you are rich anyway.

Seeing Sister Wu, she felt very uncomfortable, and turned her head to chat with her husband: "Brother, thanks to you, otherwise we wouldn't know how to persuade that elder brother."

"Actually, it's normal not to be able to accept it for a while, and it was also difficult to accept it when we first found out. What's more, he is still in the terminal stage of cancer, and collapse is inevitable." Sister Wu's husband is very understanding.

Lin Mu sighed, medicine is not a god, and it cannot save everyone. The cruelty of being a doctor lies in the need to accept this fact.

After seeing the patients in that ward, Sister Wu's husband insisted on sending Lin Mu off.

Lin Mu knew that he was busy. In the corridor, she took the initiative to ask, "Brother, are you busy at the outpatient clinic today?"

"I wanted to find Director Qi, but he didn't have an outpatient clinic today." Sister Wu's husband rubbed the back of his head, "But I don't know where to find him. I have looked for him several times."

"Director Qi is quite busy. He has to manage administration, hold meetings, see patients for surgeries, and lead scientific research projects. It's normal that he can't find anyone. Sometimes it takes more than ten hours for him to perform a lung transplant. "After Lin Mu explained, he asked: "Is this the same thing you are looking for from Director Qi?"

"Yes." Sister Wu's husband shyly said, "I still want to ask if I can change the medicine. The cost of medical treatment in your hospital is a bit high. If you can, save it."

"The effect of the original medicine will indeed be better..." Seeing Sister Wu's husband lowering his head like a child who had done something wrong, Lin Mu couldn't even pronounce the medical terms she prepared. She paused and then turned around. Guofeng: "But if your affordability is limited, changing it is also a good choice. Teacher Qi has always taught us to respect the patient's wishes. I will help you coordinate, don't worry."

Sister Wu's husband bent over and said thank you to Lin Mu more than a dozen times.

Lin Mu didn't want to see Sister Wu and her husband being overwhelmed by medical expenses. Cohen's chemotherapy drugs are not something that a patient can do without using them.

Qi Bolin had a day off today and would not be able to go to work until tomorrow. Lin Mu was going to tell him about this matter when he got to work.

(End of this chapter)