Interns are teased everyday

Jiang Yu took the old lady to take a B-ultrasound, and the two waited in the office for a while. Jiang Ningchuan never came back, and Jiang Yu sent the old lady downstairs.

Seeing the fierce-looking driver waiting downstairs, Jiang Yu couldn't help clicking his tongue, thinking how he met some amazing people on his first day at work.

Jiang Ningchuan followed the man surnamed Fang and never came back. Jiang Yu didn’t bring anything with him on the first day. He was bored in the office alone. He looked at the bookshelf and found a copy of "Compendium of Materia Medica" from inside. .

It stands to reason that a surgeon in Jiang Ningchuan should not be that concerned about Chinese medicine, but as soon as he opened the book, Jiang Yu was a little speechless.

The not-so-thin book is full of Jiang Ningchuan's dense annotations, and almost every page is filled. Of course, a large part of the reason is that Jiang Ningchuan's characters are too large, but this does not make people ignore him. hard work.

Most of the annotations are the application of those medicinal materials in some real cases and the exclusivity of some medicines. Just flipping through two pages, Jiang Yu's reverence for Jiang Ningchuan spontaneously arose in his heart, and he finally understood why the head teacher wanted to do everything The way is to stuff yourself into this person's office without anyone noticing.

The head teacher is really well-intentioned!

Negotiations with Fang Liang were not very pleasant. Jiang Ningchuan frowned and walked into the office, glanced at the book Jiang Yu was holding in his hand, and said, "Why are you reading "Compendium of Materia Medica"? Shouldn't you be reading pathology?"

For some reason, this very common question gave Jiang Yu a feeling of embarrassment that his little secret had been exposed. He immediately closed the book, saying that he just took it with him.

Jiang Ningchuan was not in a good mood, and what he said just now was just a casual remark, without any deep meaning.

Although Fang Liang's mother strongly refused the operation, Fang Liang did not intend to give up at all. He said that he only wanted his mother to stay with him longer.

But why?Jiang Ningchuan thought to himself, why didn't you take more time to accompany her to the hospital when she was just diagnosed with a malignant tumor?

But as a doctor, he has no position to say such a thing.

And if the patient's family insists on performing the operation, as a doctor, he has no way to refuse.

The prerequisite for the success of the operation is that the operation must be performed together with Mr. Smith, but in order for the experts invited by the patient's family to enter the operating room, an application must be submitted to the hospital and a series of materials must be prepared.

Thinking about it makes people feel dizzy.

Jiang Ningchuan silently uttered a dirty word in his heart, and asked the intern who was reading beside him, "Is there nothing wrong with the old lady?"

Jiang Yu handed over the things she brought back from the B-ultrasound room, and said, "No, but she left the film when she left, saying she wanted you to see it."

"It's indeed an intestinal problem, and the medicines prescribed are enough." Jiang Ningchuan pinched the bridge of his nose, leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, and said nothing.

After Jiang Yu sat down, he opened the book carefully, and then began to read.

Jiang Ningchuan's closed eyes suddenly opened a crack, glanced at the thief-like intern, and ordered: "Look at the clinical study!"

The little intern was very disrespectful, "Don't watch it."

"I said, what do you want to do with this "Compendium of Materia Medica" as a clinical professional?"

"Look at the demeanor of the patriarch."

Jiang Ningchuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Didn't you just take it with you?"

Jiang Yu: "..." I don't know what Jiang Ningchuan's sudden shrewdness means, but after thinking about it for a while, he stood up and put the book back on the shelf as if resigned to his fate, and took another copy of "Huangdi Neijing", and he didn't love it. See pathology.

The whole book is written in classical Chinese, Jiang Yu feels his brain hurts when he reads it, and Jiang Ningchuan's book is also full of annotations.

"Mr. Jiang, how do you know so much about Chinese medicine?"

"Diligence, and talent." After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, and asked with a smile: "Do you really admire me?"

Although Jiang Ningchuan was not a humble person, he never boasted, saying that he was a talent was a talent.

After all, at the age of 15, he was recommended to be admitted to the best medical university in the country. During his undergraduate period, he was guaranteed research. After entering the hospital, he became an apprentice to the most powerful director Lu in the department. He also has a little bit of experience in seeing, hearing, asking, and asking, and he is simply a talent born to eat like a doctor.

Jiang Yu thought to himself that sure enough, the person who can make the head teacher look up to him is naturally a dragon and phoenix among people, so he smiled and said nothing.

He knew that he was not a talented person, so he could only make up for it with diligence. If he hadn't suffered from haemorrhage, he might think that being a doctor might be a good career for him.

But if it was a false proposition, he would feel like vomiting when he smelled blood, and if it was serious, his eyes would go dark and he would pass out. He is destined not to be a good surgeon.

Mr. Smith, who was supposed to be with Fang Liang, came in suddenly, and he spoke to Jiang Ningchuan, this time he didn't use that bad Chinese again.

He said, "Jiang, Mr. Fang said you don't want to operate on his mother. Why?"

"Because patients don't want to operate."

"But if this operation is successful, it proves that cancer can be cured. At least we are not completely helpless against this disease. This will be the most shocking news in the medical field and even in the world. Jiang, you... ..."

"I know..." Jiang Ningchuan interrupted Smith's excited speech, and said, "But I respect the patient's wishes more."

Smith still wanted to say something, but Jiang Ningchuan put his hands on his chest, pursed his lips, and put on a very obvious gesture of rejection, making it clear that he didn't want to say more.

Smith naturally understood, and sighed bitterly before leaving.

Jiang Yu thought for a long time before deciding to speak. The discussion between the two people just now shocked him too much.

He moved a little closer to Jiang Ningchuan and asked, "Can cancer be cured?"

Jiang Ningchuan was feeling restless in his heart, but he was amused by Jiang Yu's English, which came out of nowhere. He said, "Speaking Chinese, what's wrong with you."

… Just now, I followed them and said something in English. After realizing it, Jiang Yu was a little embarrassed, touched his nose, and asked again: "Is what you just said true?"

"How is it possible..." Jiang Ningchuan frowned, "It's just for the special situation of some individuals. If the operation is successful, it may save a few years of life, but in the current situation, whether the patient can persist until the end of the operation is a problem. "

"Is the patient's family not clear?"

Jiang Ningchuan let out a "hum", the meaning of which is self-evident.

"Then he..."

"Who knows who he will show this filial piety to." When cancer cells were first discovered, if the treatment was timely, they would not have entered the advanced stage so quickly. Now that their lives are dying, they have tried everything to save them. I don't know what the point is .

"But if the patient also agrees to undergo surgery, you can't refuse, right?"

Jiang Ningchuan's indignation was completely poured out by these words. Although he had no choice but to accept this fucking fact.

If Fang Liang could persuade his mother, the operation would be put on the agenda immediately, but what's the point of living in such pain.

Some things don't need to make sense.

I don't know how Fang Liang persuaded him, but his mother finally agreed to the operation. After the family members signed the waiver agreement, the patient was pushed into the operating room, and Jiang Yu, an intern, followed him.

It was the first time in his life that he entered the operating room. The smell of disinfectant inside made Jiang Yu's heart beat a little faster, and his palms were also sweaty.Fortunately, wearing plastic gloves did not cause any impact.

Jiang Ningchuan and Smith were confirming the operation plan in front of the machine, when Jiang Yu's hand was suddenly grabbed, and he saw the old and slack lips move slightly, almost whispering pleading.

"Doctor, don't save me."

"Let me die here."

……

The anesthetic finally took full effect, and the hand holding Jiang Yu slowly dropped. For a moment, Jiang Yu even wanted to escape from the operating room immediately. He didn't know how to face the patient who wanted to die in the operating room, and he didn't think It was the first time I observed an operation, and I actually heard such a request.

It turns out that there are not only people in the hospital who want to live, but also people who want to die.

Under Jiang Ningchuan's instruction, the nurse pressed the operation timer, and after a beep, the operation really began.

Jiang Yu tried to forget what he just heard, and focused all his attention on the operation.

The smell of disinfectant and the mask can effectively weaken the smell of blood, but the red that appears in front of the eyes after touching the blood is absolutely real and cannot be ignored at all.

Jiang Ningchuan could have refused when he proposed to let him observe the operation, but for some reason, he decided to follow after thinking about it.

Maybe I wanted to prove myself that if I could last that long during the first aid that day, maybe I can do it this time.

It was bearable at first, but the back of the retina seemed to be stained red with blood, and the tinnitus continued one after another. Only by concentrating to the maximum could I hear what Jiang Ningchuan was saying.

There was a sudden roar in my mind, blocking out all the sounds from the outside world, as if I heard someone say something in my ear, but I couldn't hear it clearly at all.

"Hemostatic forceps." Jiang Ningchuan called again, but there was still no response.

"Jiang Yu?"

"En?" Jiang Yu suddenly came to his senses, and found that everyone in the operating room was looking at him.

He handed over the hemostat, his fingertips trembling slightly, Jiang Yu said in pain: "I can't, Mr. Jiang, I can't."

Jiang Ningchuan frowned slightly when he took the hemostat, and the movements of his hands were not affected. He said, "Jiang Yu goes down to rest, Yu Tang, come here."

After hearing this, Jiang Yu mechanically took a step back, seeing Xiaotang standing where he was just now, feeling a sudden sense of loss in his heart.

Useless, so useless.

I thought I had accepted this fact a long time ago, but when I found out that it was really not possible, I realized that the truth was not so easy to accept.