New year greeting

Later Song Xinyuan was stupid and did not know it, and fell into Feng Deng's trap.

The 28-year-old Song Xinyuan woke up from the nightmare and insisted on entangled with Feng Deng to the end.

After Song Xinyuan saw Feng Deng's circle of friends last night, he suffered from insomnia for a long time. When he woke up, he found that he had a cold and his throat was itchy and sore.He leaned against the head of the bed, pressed his Adam's apple, and coughed continuously, as if he wanted to cough up the blood from the tip of his heart.

He noticed Feng Deng's movement, and suddenly remembered that there was still the second half of the Russian poem.He searched out the whole poem and read it over and over again, a dark cloud gradually formed on his face. With a "click", he dropped the phone, changed his clothes and ran out, but he didn't find Feng Deng.

Feng Deng quietly left him and went to work alone.

He didn't see Feng Deng in the hospital, and he seldom even met Feng Deng for several days.Feng Deng goes out early and returns late every day, and always arranges assistants or nurses to guide him, and he is still busy memorizing scripts, so he can only accept Feng Deng's unilateral "cold war".

The day before the Ching Ming Festival holiday, the outpatient department of cardiothoracic surgery began to discuss where to go on vacation.Due to professional reasons, each of them can only take one day off.The same goes for Feng Deng.

When Feng Deng went out for a meeting, the nurse Shen Lingxi said with emotion: "If I can go out for an outing with Professor Feng, I will die without regret." The entire surgical department knows that Nurse Shen likes Dr. Feng, and even chased after Feng Deng when she first joined the job. , which ended in failure.

Han Le ruthlessly broke her dream: "Wake up, Professor Feng will go home to visit the grave every Tomb-sweeping Day, unless you enter his house one day, he will take you there."

Song Xinyuan raised his ears and pretended to ask casually: "Dr. Feng's house..."

Han Le looked outside and said in a low voice, "Professor Feng's father has passed away for many years. I just heard Director Liang say it by chance."

"Well, I've also heard that it seems to be because of a car accident." Shen Lingxi added, "So Professor Feng hardly drives, and he also pays great attention to patients who have had car accidents."

"Don't guess, Professor Feng treats all patients equally."

"What do you know? How many surgeries have you performed with Professor Feng? I am experienced in many battles..."

For a moment, Song Xinyuan felt lost, as if suffering from amnesia.He had been with Feng Deng for more than four years, and he had never heard Feng Deng talk about family affairs, let alone Feng Deng went back to his hometown every year to visit the grave.He thought he knew Feng Deng, but when he looked back, what he knew was deliberately revealed to him by Feng Deng.

Feng Deng applied for rest on the [-]th, and after get off work on the [-]th, he packed his luggage and prepared to return to Xizhao County.

When Feng Deng walked out of the room, Song Xinyuan stood in the living room and asked, "What car are you taking?"

"Intercity train." Feng Deng lowered his head to put on his shoes and found that Song Xinyuan's old sneakers were gone.

Song Xinyuan reminded him intentionally or unintentionally: "Don't forget to bring the key."

He paused, opened the door and said, "Bring it."

"Don't forget to burn paper money for the person you killed, lest you have long nights and dreams."

"Take this sentence to the prison and give it to your dad."

He glanced at Song Xinyuan, closed the door and left.Behind him, Song Xinyuan smiled sarcastically, and after putting away the smile, his face was bleak.

On April [-]th, Song Xinyuan had nothing to do, so he went to the hospital as a trainee, and asked Han Le for advice from time to time.At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was shining, an ambulance rushed to the front of the emergency building.

A nurse shouted in the hallway broadcast: "Urgent notice, urgent notice, a special patient has been received in the emergency department, please go to the council hall for a meeting with the directors of the major surgery department, and ask the doctors in the outpatient department to assist in the emergency treatment—"

"Something went wrong, you look at it yourself first, I'll go over and help."

Han Le said while rushing to the emergency room.Song Xinyuan looked at his panicked back, put down the script, and followed him.A group of people rushed to the door of the emergency building, and met several medical staff pushing the transfer vehicle and running in, followed by two family members of the patients.

Han Le helped support the transfer cart, and asked Shen Lingxi loudly: "What's going on?"

Shen Lingxi said quickly: "Congenital intestinal stenosis! This child fell while climbing the slide, resulting in the onset of stricture intestinal obstruction. The location of the onset was too far from the hospital, and his stomach hurt for more than three hours."

The boy was lying on the cart, his face was pale, his facial features were tightly wrinkled in pain, his body was curled up, his right hand was helplessly covering his stomach, and he cried weakly, "Mom, Dad, it hurts so much, I I'm so scared, Mom, am I going to die..."

Seeing Han Le wearing a white coat, the boy's mother seemed to see hope. She grabbed Han Le's clothes and begged tearfully, "Doctor, please save my child. We spent a lot of money to hang it up." Expert number, please, please save him, he is only seven years old!"

The boy's father also had red eyes and wiped away tears in pain.

"Fuck! How dare you take money from emergency patients!" Han Le cursed angrily and told the boy's parents, "Don't worry, we will arrange an operation for him right away. plan."

"Okay, okay, thank you doctor..." The boy's parents quickly thanked them, not knowing what else to say besides thanking them.

The boy was sent directly to the ICU operating room.Han Le put on the isolation suit, brushed his hands and ran in.Nurses and anesthesiologists also quickly gathered.Song Xinyuan followed them after disinfecting himself.

Soon, Liang Shizhang, director of surgery, came in.He had just finished his preoperative meeting and was sweating.

Seeing him, Han Le pointed to the monitor beside the bed and said anxiously: "Director Liang, this child has been sick for more than three hours. His breathing is extremely unstable, and his abdominal pain is severe and gradually worsening. What should I do? Who will come?" Surgery?"

As Han Le was talking, he heard the boy howl in pain and lost consciousness.A group of people quickly looked at the monitor, but fortunately his heart pattern was normal.

Liang Shizhang said with a complicated expression: "This is septic shock, first use antibiotics and painkillers. Han Le, come out with me."

Han Le suddenly raised his head, wondering, "Why don't we have an operation right away? His life is hanging by a thread, and he's about to die."

Song Xinyuan who was standing next to him didn't understand those technical terms, but only understood Han Le's last words. If there is no further operation, the life of a seven-year-old child will disappear.

"Patient has ventricular fibrillation!"

The anesthesiologist Xu Yongan who was sitting in front of the monitor suddenly reminded him.At the same time, loud warning sounds filled the room.

Han Le hurriedly shouted: "First arrange the direct current, inject epinephrine, and prepare to infuse the patient."

The other medical staff looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't move.

"Han Le, wait," Liang Shizhang looked at the little boy on the hospital bed hesitantly, and sighed helplessly, "The results of the meeting have come out, you should inform the family members of the patients and let them transfer to another hospital, we cannot perform this operation , because the success rate is less than [-]%."

Han Le's eyes widened in disbelief: "Director, what are you talking about? He's still alive, and he still has a chance! If we send him away now, wouldn't it be the same as dying?"

Liang Shizhang shook his head, facing the monitor and said: "Judging from his symptoms, he has almost no hope of surviving. If you calmly think about his medical history, many experts have not found a cure. This accident has aggravated his illness. The disease, who can guarantee to cure him? If the operation fails and the patient dies, it will seriously damage the reputation of our hospital, and in the long run, the impact will be very bad."

"Fame? Is the reputation of the hospital more important than human life? What are we studying medicine for so many years? If Professor Feng is here, he will definitely agree to the operation!" Han Le suddenly ran out, "I'm going to call Professor Feng .”

"Han Le!" Director Liang hurriedly chased him out. He was already an old man, and he was running crookedly, and he was tired just looking at him.

Song Xinyuan hurried back to the office of the cardiothoracic surgery department before him, and caught a glimpse of Han Le on the phone, as anxious as an ant in a frying pan.

"Why can't I get through? Who has Professor Feng's private number?" Han Le saw Liang Shizhang, who was panting while leaning on the door frame, and grabbed Liang Shizhang's clothes, "Director, please call Professor Feng, he can definitely save that boy."

Liang Shizhang waved his hand: "Han Le, I can't call, even Feng Deng can't complete this operation smoothly, and it's too late to call him now, he's not in the city. You want to open it up, you are studying in the hospital so What kind of situation hasn't been seen in many years? Don't be emotional."

Outside the office door, Song Xinyuan thought for a while, walked to the stairs, and pressed the dial button tangledly. Unexpectedly, the call would be connected in the next second.

The two sides faced each other silently across the phone line.Song Xinyuan gritted his teeth and was defeated: "Are you back? Can you come to the hospital? There is an emergency here."

The next second, he heard Feng Deng exhale, and his deep voice reached his ears magnetically, "I'm back, I just walked to the hospital gate."

At the same time, Han Le put away his mobile phone, walked out, and said solemnly, "Director Liang, let me do this operation."

Liang Shizhang resolutely refused: "No, what are you kidding? You have only been promoted to the chief doctor for a few days? How many operations have you directed? Such a hasty decision, who is responsible for a medical accident? Do you want to bury yourself for a dying patient? future?!"

"It doesn't matter. As long as the family members don't mind, I'm willing to do it. Anyway, I can't just watch him die. I'll be responsible if something goes wrong. Please, Director."

Liang Shizhang sighed, and finally compromised. Before he entered the operating room, he solemnly told him: "The patient's family not only needs to sign the consent form for the operation, but also a letter of informed consent for the operation, just in case."

Han Le made preoperative preparations and approached the operating table tragically.Song Xinyuan found that his face was dead pale, like the face of a stone statue, and the hand holding the scalpel was shaking non-stop.

Less than 5 minutes from him going and returning.He was in a trance for a while, and gave instructions to the assistants and nurses around him like Feng Deng did: "Arrange direct current, inject epinephrine, and prepare for infusion."

Anesthesiologist Xu Yongan reported calmly: "The patient has just completed the infusion, and his vital signs have recovered. Please perform emergency surgery."

"Next-"

"Resection of the patient's necrotic bowel." (*Note ①)

Feng Deng's voice suddenly drifted into the operating room.Everyone looked at the door with uncontrollable excitement on their faces, and Song Xinyuan in the corner also heaved a sigh of relief.

"Professor Feng!" Han Le turned his head, his nose sore, and he cried out.

"Han Le, hand over the scalpel to me. You will be my assistant. Remember to hand in the report after the end." Feng Deng put on the surgical gown and said sternly, "Wipe off your tears and prepare for the operation."

"Okay, Professor." Han Le wiped his face with a wet towel, and he calmed down.

【"小;说'日;更;群;：'8'5;3:4!3,6:2'5?５,】这时候，心电设备再次发出刺耳的警告声，徐永安扬声说：“患者的心电波形出现异常，发生心室纤颤。”

"Continue to inject epinephrine, prepare direct current, and shock the patient with 100 joules." Feng Deng arranged.

"Okay, Professor."

After charging, the boy's electrocardiogram finally returned to normal. "Next, the necrotic bowel resection operation will begin now." Feng Deng picked up the scalpel and gave instructions to the assistant and nurse, "Give me the tweezers."

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"Ok."

"There are adhesions between the patient's small intestine and mesentery. We need to peel off these adhesions, and give me a planer," Feng Deng explained while operating, "then release the narrowed part of the intestine. Note that his intestine is bleeding. If you want to stop the bleeding, you must block the root of the artery on the mesentery, and then suture to stop the bleeding. Han Le, give me the vascular clamp."

"Ok."

"The sutures are done to stop the bleeding, and finally we will remove the necrotic part of his bowel. Wipe the sweat."

"Okay." A nurse walked over and wiped off the sweat of Feng Deng and the other doctors.

This is the first time that Song Xinyuan watched Feng Deng perform an operation up close.Feng Deng only had patients in his eyes.He stood there quietly, with every gesture, shining brightly in the eyes of all the assistants and nurses.However, the more Song Xinyuan looked at it, the more he felt unwilling. He secretly raised his slender index finger and took a bite through the mask.

After more than six hours of rescue, the little boy was finally out of danger. When the family members outside the operating room heard the good news, they cried so hard that they almost kowtowed to all the medical staff.

After the operation, both Feng Deng and Han Le were punished. Feng Deng was off duty for one day, and Han Le was asked to go home for three days for self-reflection.In the evening, a group of people went to have dinner in front of the hospital.Han Le drank too much, crying and laughing over the ups and downs of the day, and asked Song Xinyuan out of the blue: "Big star, why do you have Professor Feng's private mobile phone number? We have followed him for several years and haven't gotten one."

Song Xinyuan was chewing spicy chicken, he choked up when he heard his words, and coughed uncomfortably.A glass of boiled water was handed to him, and he held it to his mouth. After drinking it, he realized that it was Feng Deng who handed it to him.

He felt the hot air in his throat getting thicker, as if he could spit out fire with the opening of his mouth.He put down the water glass calmly, and replied to Han Le's question: "Because I owed money to Dr. Feng, I asked him for a WeChat ID to pay back the money, and this is his WeChat ID."

"Damn it, you actually added Professor Feng's WeChat account!" There were exclamations from all around.

Shen Lingxi looked at him enviously: "Brother Xiao Yuan, let's make a deal, I'll give you 100 yuan, can you tell me Professor Feng's WeChat ID?"

"100 yuan?" Song Xinyuan ignored Feng Deng's eyes and joked, "Of course."

After returning home, Song Xinyuan thought about it, and was really angry at his backing down.So, he made a picture of the second half of the poem and posted it in Moments, only designated Feng Deng could see it.

Song Xinyuan:

And now - trembling with fever and pity,

Only howl like a wolf, only: fall under your feet,

Only to lower my eyes, because of the punishment of pleasure——

This criminal passion and cruel love.

(*note ②)

After a while, he received a notification message, and when he poked it open, it was Feng Deng who clicked a "red heart" in his state.

The author says:

Let's get right into the subject.Note: ①The operation method for treating patients with strangulated intestinal obstruction is learned from the third episode of the Japanese medical drama "Good Doctor". Each version has its own advantages and disadvantages, it's so beautiful, please check it out.

②It is still the Russian poem that appeared in the first two chapters. The translator is Wang Jiaxin, and the second half is quoted here. "I Remember the First Day..." is a lyric poem, don't simply understand it as a love poem.In the poem, "you" refers not only to people, but also to the world. "You" is "me"'s "first love", and the contrast between the upper and lower paragraphs shows that "I"'s attitude towards "you" has changed significantly.I use it here to imply Song Xinyuan's life and psychological changes. (Sorry, I just talk a lot of nonsense and like to nag.)