Doctor of Healing

The daughter's attachment to herself and her efforts to keep herself in this "hateful" world are like torture.

Ji Xiang wanted to tell her that he was suffering, but his current strength couldn't support a conversation at all.

Like a fish thrown onto the shore, he struggled to breathe, gathered his strength, and prepared to bid farewell to his daughter.

But "I" was still too optimistic.

In less than half an hour, the nurse came again, this time she brought a feeding tube.

Putting down a gastric tube, pouring liquid food into the stomach... Ji Xiang knew what to do next, but he couldn't accept it when it was clear.

A tube slightly softer than the suction tube, but slightly thicker, is inserted through the nose.

Even if it is soft, "I" feel particularly uncomfortable.Especially when the gastric tube passed through the oropharynx, the nurse and daughter kept yelling in his ears to swallow, Ji Xiang really didn't want to continue.

But even if Ji Xiang didn't want to, the stomach tube was inserted.

Every time he swallowed saliva, the stomach tube would rub against the mucous membrane of the pharynx, which made Jixiang feel quite uncomfortable.

He remembered a story told by a brother during his internship—a patient with esophageal cancer could not bear the gastric tube after surgery. After all, there was a tube in the pharynx, which stimulated the swallowing action, which made the patient feel uncomfortable.

The patient removed the gastric tube by himself at night.

Because the operation for esophageal cancer has just been completed, if the gastric tube is inserted, it may cause anastomotic leakage. Doctors and nurses dare not insert it anymore, so they can only explain to the patient and the patient's family.

At this time, the patient knew that he was afraid, and begged hard, wanting to live.

But at that time, the conditions were limited, and there was no other way. The doctors and nurses were helpless and could only resign themselves to their fate.

In the end, the patient was lucky, and a pennant was sent on the day when the stitches were removed and discharged from the hospital.

Ji Xiang still remembers what the senior brother made fun of the patient--if I had known this day, why bother.

However, after experiencing it for himself, Ji Xiang realized that the stomach tube was really uncomfortable. Although it did not exceed his tolerance threshold for pain, this feeling was different from the previous illness.

Whether it's stones, fractures, or other diseases, Ji Xiang couldn't wait to see the doctor when he felt the same, and he wanted to see that Professor Zhou.

However, in the current situation, even if Professor Zhou came, there was nothing he could do. Ji Xiang knew this very well.

The "self" is dying, and no amount of external force can only delay it for a period of time, and cannot completely restore the "self" to health.

The point is - the longer the last period of time is dragged on, the more "self" will suffer.

This kind of life has no head, Ji Xiang lost in empathy for the first time.

A word appeared in Ji Xiang's mind - lingering.

He completely forgot the purpose of his visit, how he got the pneumonia was not important, he only cared about how "he" died.

I still remember that when I was in school, the teacher said that old Mr. Ba Jin was in pain before his death, and people around him told him that everyone who loved him hoped that he would live.

For this reason, Ba Jin had to force himself to express that no matter how painful it was, he would cooperate with the treatment.

But the great pain caused Ba Jin to mention euthanasia many times. After being rejected, he even got angry with his family, saying that he was disrespected.

Even Mr. Ba Jin said things like "I live for you" and "Longevity is torture to me".

Ji Xiang couldn't understand what the teacher said in class, but now he gradually understood, not only those words, but also why Mr. Ba Jin said that.

The pain continues unceasingly, life is worse than death.

The damn stomach tube will deliver nutrition every day, coupled with intravenous infusion, Jixiang feels that "he" has no chance to die quickly in a short time.

This has become a nightmare, deeply, leaving "myself" nowhere to escape.

The final outcome has been determined - death.

What about before death?Do I have to suffer like this?Ji Xiang didn't want to.

Chapter 381

Gradually, the days have become chaotic, black and white are indistinguishable, day and night are reversed.

After suffering until the last day, Ji Xiang returned to the operating room of the system.

This experience left Ji Xiang speechless, so that he did not take the initiative to "report" to the system NPC to empathize with the system NPC after returning to the operating room.

"What did you find?" the system NPC asked.

"..." Ji Xiang was silent.

"Sometimes we need to persuade the patient's family." The system NPC said, "Listen to the patient's opinion. Although there is no euthanasia in China, we can do as little useless treatment as possible."

"..." Ji Xiang remained silent.

The NPC of the system did not speak. He brought Ji Xiang to the locker room, took out the pack of white ganoderma that Ji Xiang "bought" for him, flicked his wrist, and a cigarette jumped out.

Ji Xiang saw that the pack of cigarettes had not been touched, but the cigarettes that jumped out had teeth bite marks on the filter.

Presumably, the system NPC just had a good time with it in his mouth, but he didn't really smoke it.

"Teacher, it's really boring to be forced to stay in the end."

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Xiang said in a deep voice.

That's all he wanted to say.

While feeling empathetic, Ji Xiang forgot his real purpose - to find out why the patient developed pneumonia.

"It depends on what the patient wants." The system NPC said, "Some patients will live no matter how much they suffer. Every day counts as a day, and every hour counts as an hour."

"What about you?"

"I don't want to, I'm tired." The system NPC said very frankly and straightforwardly, "But Zhou Congwen and my wife disagree."

As he said that, the system NPC seemed a little annoyed.He bit the filter tip of Bai Ganoderma lucidum hard, and he could vaguely hear the creaking sound.

"Don't think too much, this is just part of the clinical experience, think about it when you actually meet dying patients in the future."

After a long time, the system NPC said lightly.

"it is good."

"About pneumonia, do you understand?"

"..." Ji Xiang was really speechless this time.

I felt uncomfortable because of my patronage, and I didn't notice what caused the pneumonia at all.

The system NPC smiled, seemed to have forgotten the previous unhappiness, and began to tell Ji Xiang what happened.

……

……

"Old Lu, how is the patient doing now?" Director Liu asked impatiently when he saw that Lu Gang looked like a face-to-face while watching the film.

"It's okay, look here, why do I think it's wrong." Lu Gang's finger clicked on the film reader, making a rattling sound.

"It's nothing wrong, at most there are some artifacts." Director Liu took a look and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Ji Xiang scratched his head and was about to speak when Lu Gang's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Director Lu, the patient's blood oxygen has dropped, and we are going to do a tracheotomy!"

"I'll go!"

Lu Gang pulled out the film, grabbed the film bag, and walked out quickly.

Ji Xiang followed behind him, Director Liu was very helpless, "Xiaoji, I'll wait for you in the office."

"Okay!" Ji Xiang said, trotted and followed Lu Gang and disappeared around the corner.

Director Liu shook his head helplessly.

"Director, Doctor Xiaoji also..." Mr. Wu didn't know how to describe it.

"It's like this when I first entered the clinic." Director Liu smiled, "I want to learn everything. After he learns a lot, he will naturally know what to do when he finds that he doesn't have enough time."

Ji Xiang walked quickly behind Lu Gang, full of energy, completely different from the hell-like torture he felt not long ago.

It is better not to be sick, but to be young. Jixiang cherishes his health very much after experiencing the dying moment.

When he came to the Department of Respiratory Medicine, the patient had undergone a tracheotomy, a ventilator to assist breathing, and blood tests to monitor blood gas analysis.

"Old Lu, the patient may be dying." The director of the respiratory department said with some regret, "I have already explained to the patient's family, and they are still discussing it for the time being."

"Oh." Lu Gang looked at the patient on the ventilator and sighed softly.

"The patient has a strong desire to survive," said the director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine. "He couldn't speak when he came to the hospital, and he was still writing on paper with a pen—you must go all out."

"..." Ji Xiang was startled.

This is completely different from what you feel.

But it’s also true, the joys and sorrows between people are never shared, and one’s own experience only represents oneself.

There should be quite a few people who want to live, even if only for one day.

"The words are crooked, but I can recognize them. I just promised the old man to do my best, so I contacted Director Bai and asked you for a consultation."

"But if even you think there is no good way, it means the patient is dying."

The director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine said helplessly after explaining.

"Teacher, do patients who have been bedridden for a long time still have such a strong desire to survive?" Ji Xiang asked.

"You must be Jixiang." The director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine smiled, "Ants are greedy for life. Although the last time is not very comfortable, people have different ideas."

It turns out that the thoughts between people really seem to be separated by mountains and seas, Ji Xiang thought.

In the empathy, both myself and "I" feel that this is an endless suffering, but in reality, the patient has been bedridden for many years, and when he came to the hospital, he still begged the doctor to live longer.

Recalling the system NPC, Ji Xiang seems to have a deeper understanding.

This kind of thing really needs to be discussed as it stands.

"I always feel that there is something wrong with the film." Lu Gang folded his hands in front of his chest, resting his chin on his right hand, and looked at the patient with a frown.

After listening to Lu Gang's words, Ji Xiang woke up from the choice of life and death.This kind of speculation can only discuss the facts, not generalizations.

He brushed away the extra thoughts and picked up the patient's medical records.

Sure enough, Bai Xintong was in sight, just like the system npc expected.

"Mr. Lu, the patient is taking Baixintong orally, subcutaneously injecting insulin, and taking diuretics for a long time."

"Huh? Is there a problem?" Lu Gang asked casually.

The director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine looked at Ji Xiang with great interest.

Everyone knows that Director Bai "assigned" Lu Gang to a doctor who is trained in training. At first, everyone thought that Director Bai was suppressing Lu Gang unscrupulously.

But some time ago, Ji Xiang got the first place in the country in the medical practitioner examination, and he was still the first with a full score. The director of respiratory medicine felt that this was a bit abnormal.

She had read the test paper, and she thought that she would definitely not get a perfect score on that paper.

Now, Ji Xiang stood in front of him and said "nonsense".

In the next second, Lu Gang's eyes lit up, and the window paper was pierced.

"Yes, it's Bai Xintong!" Lu Gang said loudly, "Prepare the bronchoscope, it must be that Bai Xintong's shell is blocked in the trachea!"

"Old Lu, are you okay?" the director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine was puzzled.

"Hurry up, the patient will be fine now." Lu Gang waved without hesitation.

Chapter 382 Small Probability Events

"Old Lu, the patient's condition..." The director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine didn't say anything, and looked at Lu Gang with a frown.

The ventilator can't move the patient's breath, and the value estimate of the blood gas analysis is particularly poor.

"Director, the blood gas analysis has returned!" A junior doctor rushed in with an A4 paper.

The director of respiratory medicine took a look at the list.

pH：7.104，PCO2：89.4mmHg(1mmHg=0.133kPa)，PO2：47mmHg，BE：－2mmol/L，HCO3：28.0 mmol/L。

The data made her feel very tricky, so she handed the list to Lu Gang.

The patient's condition was so poor that the ventilator could hardly move it.

It is not impossible to force a bronchoscopy as Lu Gang said, but there are risks after all, and the most important thing is that there is no definite benefit.