Life is like a journey

A trembling heart was attached to the ice-cold pole piece: "Charging 200J is complete, get out of the way!"

She pressed the switch and looked back at the monitor, but there was still no response.

"Defibrillation for the second time, charging is complete, get out of the way!"

"Defibrillation for the third time, charging is complete, get out of the way!"

Dean Meng stood up, waiting for a miracle to happen.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the screen, but the green line representing life still didn't light up.

Lu Qingshi gasped heavily and rushed forward again: "Epinephrine 6mg static push!"

There are a lot of people in the hospital today. People who were injured in the car accident were brought here one after another. The emergency center was blocked, and the elevator light kept flashing, indicating that it was overcrowded.

The medical staff running on the gurney passed by her, and Yu Gui rushed to the safe passage. The operating room was on the seventh floor. She took a look at the endless stairs and rushed up resolutely.

Hurry up, hurry up, the life-saving heart is still three floors away from Miaomiao, Yu Gui leans on the handrail, sweating profusely, breathing as heavy as a bellows.

A familiar flame blue figure ran past her: "Give it to me"

Yu Gui handed over the incubator in his hand, and the figure quickly disappeared up the stairs.

Yu Gui supported his knees and took a few breaths, then continued to raise his feet to watch her back climb up.

Instructor Gu is not a medical staff, so she cannot enter the operating room.

"I can only help you here." The other party returned the incubator to her.

Yu Gui nodded solemnly, then rushed into the operating room with the incubator in his arms.

"The donor is here, Mr. Lu!" As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Qing suddenly turned her head, and she froze in place.

Lu Qingshi's magnifying glass in front of him was covered in blood, his indifferent eyes turned red, his surgical gown was soaked in blood and sweat, his gloved hand seemed to be taken out of a pool of blood, and he was no longer calm and calm as before .

She just looked back, then put her hand into He Miaomiao's chest and pressed her heart hard, hoping to see a faint ray of dawn.

This is the No. 30 defibrillation. Twenty empty adrenaline sticks were thrown into the medical waste box under Lu Qingshi's feet. The rescue has been carried out for two full hours, and there is still no fluctuation on the ECG monitor.

Everyone in the operating room participated in the rescue, including the anesthetist and assistants. When Lu Qingshi's hand cramped, he replaced someone to continue the heart massage, and when he couldn't hold on, he replaced someone else. It was red, and everyone desperately wanted to save He Miaomiao.

Dean Meng took off his glasses, and there was fog on the lenses. He slowly walked out of the observation room, took off his white coat, changed into hand washing clothes, quickly cleaned his hands, and walked into the operating room.

"I'm here to help too"

Yu Gui turned around: "Dean!"

She put down the incubator, picked up the surgical gown, quickly dressed and joined the battlefield: "I'm coming too!"

When she put her hand into her chest, she felt a chill in her heart, her blood had already started to turn cold, and her heart had been exposed to the air for too long without blood perfusion, and it had already turned pale.

The young doctor bit his lip, tears streaming down his face: "Teacher Lu! I got the donor heart back...now...can't it be transplanted now..."

Director Zhang was getting old, and the high-intensity rescue made him collapsed, and he was paralyzed by the side panting: "I've only heard of transplants for living people, but I haven't heard of transplants for dead people."

Yu Gui gritted his teeth: "She won't die!!!"

In the silence of the room, the EEG also became a straight line.

"Right...Ms. Lu..." She cast her eyes on her mentor for help: "The donor heart was finally obtained... From Jinzhou to Shanghai, we didn't dare to delay for a moment... The heart is back... ..."

She glanced at the lifeless He Miaomiao, and desperately shook her mentor's wrist: "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, please save her! Save her..."

The anesthesiologist glanced at Dean Meng, who nodded. He stood up and announced the final result.

"Operation Failed, Patient Died"

The light and fluffy words resounded loudly, which would be a fatal curse for any doctor. Lu Qingshi brushed her hand away, staggered back two steps, lowered his hands, his fingertips were still trembling, but his face floated up. She gave a weird smile, smiled and laughed, and then began to cry.

The pain of death appeared on everyone's face, Hao Renjie squatted on the ground and beat his head with his hands, screaming.

The equipment nurse quietly turned her back to wipe her tears. She also has a son who is about the same age.

After the anesthetist finished speaking, he slumped on the chair, staring at the screen blankly, expecting a miracle to happen.

Meng Jihua glanced at the incubator next to him, and said in a dull voice, "Donated heart...don't waste it...go and arrange for the next waiting patient to have surgery right away..."

Yu Gui took a look at the source of the heart that she had been hugging and desperately trying to get back, and rushed forward: "No, this is Miaomiao's heart..."

"What are you doing, Doctor Yu, let go!" Several nurses rushed forward to snatch it back, and pulled together.

Lu Qingshi got up from the corner, walked over and gave her a slap, lifted her collar and said word by word: "He Miaomiao is dead, I want to operate on the next patient, get out!"

She saw her red eyes, but there were no tears hanging on her eyelashes, and the expression on her face was indifferent and strange.

As if the patient who died just now was not a patient she cherished, Mingming and Miaomiao had so many happy times, Mingming could kneel down in public to beg for mercy for her, and obviously risked the world for her to perform operations that no one would dare to do...

Lu Qingshi's slap was neither light nor heavy, as if it had slapped her heart.

Yu Gui burst into tears on the spot, and she fell to the ground as soon as she let go.

Lu Qingshi took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can, without turning his head, he slowly stepped out of the operating room, his usually tall and straight figure was a little hunched.

She didn't even dare to face He Miaomiao's family, and ran into another operating room as if to escape.

For the same heart transplant project, she changed into a brand new surgical gown, a new magnifying glass, and put on sterilized gloves. The blood was wiped off her body, as if it had never existed.

She stood in the assistant's position, but her eyes became sharper and clearer after the baptism of tears.

She was Lu Qingshi, the Lu Qingshi who could forget all the pain as soon as she picked up the scalpel.

What are the dead?

Which doctor didn't kill a few people while saving people?

She has long been used to the thorns and bumps along the way, and every death of a patient is a nutrient that promotes her growth.

Yu Gui was right, she was not a doctor, she was an executioner in a white coat.

She has never loved Miaomiao, she just treats her as an ordinary patient.

If she did it again, she would definitely not kneel down in public and beg Zhou Yuetong's parents to donate her organs.

If it happened again, she should have given up during the first emergency rescue, and Miaomiao would not suffer so much.

If she does it again, she won't take He Miaomiao's toffee.

That's the root of all trouble.

This is a troublesome operation, and it has been carried out for seven hours, and the students who are watching by the side are already leaning against the wall and falling asleep.

But she and the chief surgeon worked together like a precision instrument, without blinking an eyelid.

Finally, the anesthesiologist stood up and declared the operation a success.

Lu Qingshi put the thread scissors into the tray, and made a small noise, and the chief surgeon on the opposite side raised his head: "Doctor Lu, what's wrong with you?"

On the opposite side, Lu Qingshi didn't know when he got up, tears streaming down his face.

Today, as a member of the OPO team, Yu Gui received her second mission to donate He Miaomiao's eyes/corneas/membranes, livers, and kidneys. The patients waiting for the transplant have been transferred to the hospital urgently.

The matter was urgent, Yu Gui cut open her abdominal cavity with a scalpel while crying.

Blood gushed out all of a sudden, the young doctor clenched her lower lip, her chest heaved violently, she was suppressing herself not to cry, so as not to affect the atmosphere of the operation.

"Come on, hold here." The chief surgeon handed her the muscle retractor.

Yu Gui wiped his tears with his clean shoulder, sniffed, "Okay."

"Come on, basin, basin, hurry up." The fresh liver was taken out of He Miaomiao's body and put into normal saline.

Other team members checked the viability and status of the organs, and if they confirmed that they could be transplanted, they would immediately pack them and send them to another operating room.

Yu Gui kept staring, and Dr. Zheng continued to peel off the kidney tissue: "If you can't stand it, then go out."

She shook her head: "No, I want to stay here"

The kidney was taken out by her, and it was still warm in her hand. Although it was bloody and bloody, she somehow felt that it was warm and holy, and it was a gift from He Miaomiao to another life.

Finally, □□ was also picked out.

Yu Gui followed the crowd and bowed together: "Thanks to He Miaomiao for saving the lives of others and for his great contribution to the cause of organ donation in my country. I bow."

There was three seconds of silence.

"Li Bi"

"two bows"

"Li Bi"

"Three Bows"

"Li Bi"

When she stood up, tears welled up in her eyes. Looking at He Miaomiao's flat stomach, she grabbed the scalpel again.

"Doctor Zheng, can the family members come in later? I want to do something for Miaomiao"

Dr. Zheng glanced at her and sighed, "Then hurry up."

After all, she signaled everyone to go out, so she was the only one left in the huge operating room.

Yu Gui picked up the gauze and stuffed it into her empty abdominal cavity in balls to make the sunken skin look better. He also used beauty needles to sew her up. He gasped as he sewed, trying not to shed tears. Into the wound, even though He Miaomiao had passed away, she still gave her the respect she was born with.

In the end, she used normal saline to wash the blood stains on her body. From her chest to her abdominal cavity, inside and out, Yu Gui acted carefully, as if she was treating a work of art.

Half an hour later, the family members came in to change her clothes and sent her on her last journey. Mother He could not hold back her tears, so this matter was handed over to the strong Father He to complete.

He was a big man holding a beautiful floral dress, and with the help of the nurse, he put it on for Miaomiao, combed her hair gently, and kissed her cold face as usual at home.

"Baby...you have suffered... may there be no pain in heaven...in the next life...we still want to be your parents...this is really a very happy and happy thing...thank you...my baby... ..."

Yu Gui turned his back and covered his lips with his hand.

When Father He came out pushing Miaomiao's body, all the medical staff in the operating room said goodbye to her on both sides of the corridor. Someone put a bouquet of flowers on her bed, someone put a doll, and someone put a small Comb, someone put a pencil...

With everyone's good wishes, she drifted away to another world without illness.

At the end of the corridor stood a handsome and tall fire drill instructor. The back of her hand raised to her temple was stretched straight. Seeing her walk away from her eyes, when her eyes fell on the armband tightly held in her palm, the young fire drill instructor's throat moved. Moved, slightly red eyes.

Mother He found Yu Gui and said goodbye to her: "Thank you, Doctor Yu..."

She quickly helped the middle-aged woman who was bent and bowed up: "I'm sorry, we..."

Mother He shook her head, with white hair growing on her temples, tears in her eyes: "I know...everyone has tried their best...whether it's you...or Dr. Lu...or the hospital...we don't blame...this is Miaomiao's life...Thank you for giving Miaomiao a lot of happiness...for letting her leave with a smile at the last moment...As a mother...I am really touched..."

Yu Gui didn't know what to say all of a sudden, the weight of life was too thin for her now, and her eyes were slightly red when she stood still.

"By the way, please pass this on to Doctor Lu." Mother He took out another painting from her backpack and tied it with a bow with a ribbon.

"This is a gift that Miaomiao didn't have time to give her."

From night to morning, and from day to night, Lu Qingshi performed many surgeries, but did not send He Miaomiao for the last trip. The doctor locked himself in the hospital until the last surgery on the schedule came to an end. In the locker room.

Not long after, the sobbing like the cry of a young animal echoed in the dressing room, and Lu Qingshi, who was invincible on the operating table, curled up on the narrow chair in the dressing room with his head in his arms and licked his wound alone.

Gu Yanzhi put his hand on the door and never knocked, but turned around and walked towards the triage desk.

What is the best way to describe Lu Qing at this moment, Gu Yanzhi thought, probably a bird of fright.

Before she came in, the man had already wiped away his tears and sat up from the chair, looking at her with uninvited eyes: "What are you doing here, I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now"

"I know" the fire instructor just walked up to her and handed her what was in his hand.

"Miaomiao's gift for you"

When hearing this name, the doctor inevitably felt a dull pain in his heart: "Take it away, I don't want it"

"You don't want to take a look..." Gu Yanzhi persuaded.

Before the words were finished, Lu Qingshi suddenly went into a rage, and pushed her hand away: "I've said it and don't read it, get out!"

The fire drill instructor who was pushed aside was not angry, but looked at her quietly, silently watching her shoulders began to shake violently with gentle and warm eyes, and then burst into tears.

The doctor covered his head and sobbed: "It was me... I killed her... I killed Miaomiao... I am the executioner..."

Gu Yanzhi's expression was loose, his eyes overflowed with distress, he quickly walked forward and hugged her into his arms, and gently patted her on the back to comfort her silently, saying anything at this moment is superfluous.

The helplessness and sense of guilt that his life disappeared in front of his eyes cannot be erased by a few words.

Lu Qingshi's resistance to such closeness will make her look particularly weak and incompetent. She resists her hug, and for some reason, she has never had a good temper towards Gu Yanzhi.

"Stay away from me! I don't need you to comfort me! What do you know! Get lost..."

Pushed away time and time again, the stubborn fire instructor hugged her time and time again, and squeezed the corners of her lips until she lost all strength, lying in her arms and refusing to hug her back, just clutching her skirt and biting her lower lip Sobbed softly.

She had seen this kind of cry in the primeval forest. The pitiful and helpless cry of a cub that was abandoned by its mother just after birth penetrated into her heart through every opening, causing her internal organs to throb.

Gu Yanzhi squatted down to meet her gaze, held her face in his hands, tears wet her fingers, salty and hot.

Her heart constricted suddenly, and she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her rough forefinger.

Her eyes were bloodshot from two sleepless working days, and she looked frustrated and down.

Those beautiful eyes were no longer shining like stars, Gu Yanzhi felt very distressed.

"Cry, just cry out, you are not Doctor Lu here, you are just Lu Qingshi"

My youth.