Doctor of Healing

"The boss had aortic dissection back then, and he had already signed a waiver. The elder brother came back from abroad to take a look at the boss. No one dared to say no. But just after pushing the milk, the boss fell asleep, and Congwen turned off the insulin pump. Drop it, and push the boss directly to the surgery."

Ji Xiang listened to Shen Lang's description of the past, and yearned for it.

He can probably perceive the relationship between Professor Zhou and the boss, who is also a teacher and a father, not the alienation in the current situation.

But Professor Zhou did it swiftly and decisively.

"The senior brother and the second senior brother were so dumbfounded, no one dared to go up, and they were soft-handed. In the end, I followed the stage of Wendu, and used the intervention method to get off the big shelf and go in. The 3D printed big shelf is the first attempt in China."

"I thought later, the kind of senior brother and second senior brother are normal people. But Congwen... You see, the boss is still in good health, how many years have he lived?"

Shen Lang was still rambling, Ji Xiang was fascinated by it.

"So Congwen is a fucking animal!"

"Brother Lang, don't talk about the director like that."

"I praised him." Shen Lang curled his lips and laughed, "The man who dares to attack in that kind of situation is the man."

"Uh……"

"Let me ask you, what is a person with a strong heart like?" Shen Lang asked.

Ji Xiang pondered, "I" didn't answer, but looked at Shen Lang, waiting for him to give an answer.

"There was a psychiatrist reply on Twitter that made sense-people who don't empathize with others are strong inside."

Ji Xiang was taken aback suddenly.

Shen Lang seems to have given the ultimate answer, but his answer is contrary to the empathy system.

What exactly is going on?

Originally, Ji Xiang thought that what he was going through was just a "trial", but he never expected that Shen Lang would give an answer that exceeded his expectations.

Even this answer completely overturned the empathy in the operating room of the system.

"Is that so, Brother Lang?"

"Of course, if you look at the gynecologist Lao Zhao, he can always empathize, so he can't even be a doctor. But he is very good, and now he is the director of the medical record room."

"From the text, it would be fine if Lao Zhao's empathy ability is low."

"He has a high level, is as careful as a hair, and the operation is superb."

"pity."

Shen Lang bit his cigarette and said vaguely like a bum.

Ji Xiang was lost in thought.

Although this time it was observed from the perspective of a bystander, and he had no chance to chat with Shen Lang at all, it did not affect Ji Xiang's thinking.

What Shen Lang said made sense.

But is it necessary to empathize, or not to need empathy?Ji Xiang thought about this question for a long time.

Empathy allows you to think about problems from the patient's point of view.

But at some point, empathy makes itself so vulnerable that it "forgets" the surgical skills.

Because he couldn't ask questions, Ji Xiang wrote down the matter and was going to go back and ask the system npc.

Chapter 779 A person who does not empathize with others is a person with a strong heart

"What are you going to do next?" Shen Lang asked.

"What do you mean."

Although "I" didn't understand, Ji Xiang understood Shen Lang's meaning in seconds.

Grandpa is already dying. At the end of his life, the three-concave sign was obvious just now, and the feeling of being out of breath is really terrific.

Living, every second is suffering for the elderly.

Although closed thoracic drainage was performed, the symptoms of dyspnea have been relieved, but that is only an emergency measure, not a cure.

The key is!

During his practice, Jixiang has seen many patients with advanced lung cancer who have a lot of pleural effusion, and the protein substances in the pleural effusion will solidify over time to form fibrous cords.

When the pleural effusion can be drawn out, the lung tissue can still maintain a certain function, providing the body with the most basic exchange of blood and oxygen.

As the fibrosis becomes more and more serious, the symptoms of dyspnea become more and more serious after the pleural effusion cannot be drawn out.

Just like the kind of breathless thing just now, it will be the norm in the near future, and it will become heavier and heavier.

Even in the end, neither chest drainage nor puncture could solve the breathing problem.

There is a complex conundrum involved here.

"Hey, haven't you seen a patient with advanced lung cancer? My mind is all muddled, and I don't think about the future at all?" Shen Lang sprayed a puff of smoke on "my" face.

"Myself" fell silent.

"Let me give you some advice."

"Brother Lang, tell me." "I" said sincerely.

Shen Lang hesitated for a moment, did not speak directly, but thought for a long time.

But until the end, Shen Lang still didn't say anything, just sighed deeply, and patted "myself" on the shoulder, "I'm going back to sleep, if you need anything, just call me, my house is close."

"Brother Lang, thank you."

"You're welcome." Shen Lang took a deep look at Ji Xiang, and his eyes seemed to tell Ji Xiang that this matter should be resolved as soon as possible.

Because Ji Xiang is in the bystander mode, he doesn't have the ability to actively communicate with Shen Lang.He looked at Shen Lang silently, pampering Shen Lang's wordless statement.

"Don't be so dejected." Shen Lang said solemnly, "The overall method and principles of dealing with problems are so extreme. Congwen is an animal, why is it an animal? People know it well."

"First of all, aortic dissection itself is not an incurable disease. It's just because the boss is old and he doesn't want to suffer, so he chooses to go quietly. Anyway, I thought it was better to respect the boss at the time. Congwen was a bit troublesome. "

When Shen Lang said this, he felt very boring, and sighed deeply, "Don't talk about it, you all know it, and it won't be interesting for me to talk about it."

Looking at the back of Shen Lang leaving, "I" fell into deep thought.

Cigarettes, one after another, Ji Xiang even felt that the whole room was blue from the smoke.

Until the sky was getting dark, "I" seemed to have made up my mind, put on a white suit and walked out of the duty room.

Morphine, 5 mg intravenously.

Improvement of heart failure, coupled with sedation, the old man finally fell into a deep sleep under the action of drugs.

Looking at the red pleural fluid in the chest bottle, looking at Grandpa's sleeping face, everyone knew that there was nothing to be done.

From then on, "I" asked Director Zhou for leave directly, and stayed by the hospital bed all the time.

As long as symptoms such as dyspnea and rapid heart rate appear, the same treatment will be given.

Compared with the situation in front of him, what he encountered in empathy was nothing at all. Ji Xiang carefully compared, and his mentality was gradually reversed.

Shen Lang's meaning and the final operation of "myself" are very similar to Shen Lang's last story about the boss.

Although that matter was stopped by Director Zhou and resolved satisfactorily, it is essentially the same.

Every time he sees the state of his grandfather, Jixiang gradually calms down when he thinks about his "gaffe" during the surgery.

Compared with the parting of life and death in front of me, everything I experienced in the previous empathy is not worth mentioning.

A week later, the old man left safely, and Ji Xiang knew that the death was not caused by illness.In the case of simple lung cancer, with active treatment, grandpa may still live for a while.

But this kind of work has lost the quality of life, and it is not too much to say that it is lingering.

And this is a lingering life with no hope and no future.

Ji Xiang doesn't know whether what he did "by himself" is right or not.

At the moment when the old man's electrocardiogram straightened, Ji Xiang had an epiphany.

Before he had time to feel the mood in "myself", the light flickered in front of my eyes, and I went straight back to the operating room of the system.

"Teacher, I'm back." Ji Xiang said calmly.

One thing, one empathy, Ji Xiang seemed to grow up overnight.

"Well, figured it out?" the system npc asked.

"Teacher, I have something to do." Ji Xiang looked into the eyes of the system NPC and asked seriously.

"You said."

"It was you who had aortic dissection and chose to leave safely. In the end, did Professor Zhou go against your wishes after you drank the milk?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Yes."

"What should I think about this matter?" Ji Xiang asked a very strange question.

What should I think, the system npc seemed to be amused by this sentence, and he looked at Jixiang very kindly.

Ji Xiang didn't evade, and met the system npc's eyes.

"It's not that complicated. I know what Zhou Congwen means. If the operation is successful, I can live. If I die, I will die on the operating table, under anesthesia throughout the entire process, and I will not suffer." The system npc explained with a smile, "In short, he can Take a chance."

It was so!

It was his own thinking that was complicated, and Ji Xiang suddenly realized.

"At that time, I have eaten and seen it in my life, traveled all over the country, and seen thousands of mountains and rivers. I really can't think of any regrets. If there is any, it is beyond my personal ability. "

"My name is on the textbook, and the surgical procedure named after me is on the operating table. Countless people have lived in my life. I walked very calmly and have no regrets."

"!!!" Ji Xiang's blood was ignited by a few words from the system npc and boiled up.

"Are you okay?" The system npc no longer talked about himself, but returned to Jixiang.

"It seems to be all right." Ji Xiang grinned, moved his fingers, and made a stitching movement.

Everything is under control!

In this empathy, after more than a week of observation and thinking, I untied the knot in my heart.

"Teacher, I have another question." Ji Xiang said, "Brother Lang said that people who don't empathize with others are people with a strong heart."

"But the empathy system is set up in the system, isn't it just to make doctors empathize with patients?"

"Hehe." The system npc smiled slightly, "First of all, everything is a spiral, there are advantages and disadvantages."

"It is said that seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is still a mountain."

Uh……

Ji Xiang was slightly taken aback.

Ji Xiang used to think that this kind of aggressive talk was nonsense.

But his own experience, coupled with the suffering in his heart, even reached the point where he could not perform surgery. Now looking back at this sentence, he has a new understanding.

"About that, you understand it right." The system NPC said, "But the system's empathy is different from what you think. It's just a by-product for you to feel the joys and sorrows of patients and their families."

"What about the original purpose?"

The system npc laughed, his stooped waist straightened a little, and he waved his hand.

Ji Xiang immediately returned to reality.

Holding the needle holder in his hand, a small hand wearing a sterile glove is reaching out.

Tang Yan patted the back of Ji Xiang's hand lightly as a sign of comfort, telling Ji Xiang to try not to be nervous and proceed with the operation smoothly.

"Huh?" Ji Xiang looked up at Tang Yan.

"Nervous? I think you usually do a good job in surgery. Why don't you just drive a car and relax?" Tang Yan narrowed her eyes and comforted Ji Xiang in a low voice.

Lin Jiuze, who was doing radiography, cast a surprised look. He stared at Ji Xiang, as if he wanted to find the answer from Ji Xiang.

"I'm fine, I just did a good job in surgery, and my driving skills are not very good." Ji Xiang took a deep breath and began to sew.

Tang Yan's mask moved, as if curling her lips.

Ji Xiang drove the car at a very fast speed, but he even said that his driving skills were not good.

The shaking hand just now has returned to normal, and Ji Xiang's movements are smooth and comfortable, even if he just looks at it, he can feel a beautiful rhythm.

"Young man, don't worry, take your time." The roving nurse watched the operation from afar and comforted Ji Xiang.