Discussing matters as they arise

Gradually, the days have become chaotic, there is no distinction between black and white, and day and night are reversed.

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

This experience left Ji Xiang speechless, so much so that when he returned to the system operating room, he did not take the initiative to "report" his empathetic experience to the system NPCs as usual.

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

"..." Ji Xiang was silent.

"Sometimes you have to advise the patient's family," the system NPC said, "Listen to the patient's opinion. Although there is no euthanasia in China, we can try to minimize useless treatments."

"..." Ji Xiang remained silent.

The system NPC didn't say anything. He took Ji Xiang to the locker room, took out the pack of white Ganoderma lucidum that Ji Xiang "bought" for him, flicked his wrist, and a cigarette popped out.

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

It seems that the system NPC just had it in his mouth to enjoy it, but never actually smoked 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.

This is the only thing he wants to say.

While feeling the same, Ji Xiang forgot the real purpose - to discover why the patient developed pneumonia.

"It depends on the patient's wishes." The system NPC said, "Some patients have to live no matter how much they suffer. One 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 calmly and straightforwardly, "But neither Zhou Congwen nor my wife agree."

As he said that, the system NPC seemed a little annoyed. He bit the filter of Bai Ganzhi hard, and a faint creaking sound could be heard.

"Don't think too much. This is just part of the clinical experience. Think more about it when you actually meet a dying patient in the future."

After a long time, the system NPC said calmly.

"good."

"About pneumonia, do you understand?"

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

I was so miserable that I didn't notice what exactly caused the pneumonia.

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

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"Lao Lu, how is the patient now?" Director Liu asked impatiently when he saw that Lu Gang looked like he was seeing a face in the film.

"It's okay. Look here, why do I feel something is wrong?" Lu Gang's finger pointed at the reader, making a clicking sound.

"There's nothing wrong, at most it's a bit of an artifact." Director Liu took a look and didn't think there was anything wrong.

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

"Director Lu, the patient's blood oxygen has dropped, prepare for tracheotomy!"

"I'll go right away!"

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

Ji Xiang followed him, and Director Liu was helpless, "Xiao Ji, I'm waiting for you in the office."

"Okay!" Ji Xiang said, trotting and disappearing around the corner after Lu Gang.

Director Liu shook his head helplessly.

"Director, Dr. Xiaoji is..." Mr. Wu didn't know how to describe it.

"It's like this when he first enters the clinic." Director Liu said with a smile, "He wants to learn everything. When he learns more, he will naturally know what to do when he finds that there is not 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's better not to be sick, but to be young. Ji Xiang cherishes his current health after experiencing the moment when he is about to die.

When he arrived at the Department of Respiratory Medicine, the patient had already had a tracheotomy, a ventilator to assist breathing, blood tests, and blood gas analysis.

"Lao Lu, the patient may not be able to survive." The director of the respiratory department said with some regret, "I have already explained it to the patient's family, and they are still discussing it for the time being."

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

"The patient's desire to survive is quite strong," said the director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine. "When he came to the hospital, he could no longer speak, and he was still writing on paper with a pen - he must go all out."

"..." Ji Xiang was startled.

This is completely different from my own experience.

But that's right, the joys and sorrows between people are never the same, and your own experience only represents yourself.

There must be many such people who want to live, even for just one day.

"The handwriting is crooked, but I can make it out. I just promised the old man to go all out, so I contacted Director Bai and asked you to come for consultation."

"But if even you think there is no good solution, then the patient is at his end."

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

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

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

It turns out that the thoughts between people are really as if they are separated by mountains and seas, Ji Xiang thought.

In the empathy, both myself and "myself" feel that this is an endless torment, 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.

Thinking back to the system NPC, Ji Xiang seemed to have a deeper understanding.

This kind of thing really needs to be discussed on a case-by-case basis.

"I always feel that something is wrong with the film." Lu Gang crossed his arms over his chest, held his chin with his right hand, and looked at the patient with a frown.

Ji Xiang woke up from the decision of life and death after listening to Lu Gang's words. This kind of thinking can only be based on the facts, not generalizations.

He dismissed the unnecessary thoughts and picked up the patient's medical records.

Sure enough, Bai Xintong suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, just as the system NPC expected.

"Teacher Lu, the patient takes Baixintong orally, injects insulin subcutaneously, and takes 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 interest.

Everyone knows that Director Bai "assigned" Lu Gang to a trained doctor. 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 also got the first perfect score. The director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine felt that this was something abnormal.

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

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

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

"Yes, it's Baixintong!" Lu Gang said loudly, "Get ready for a bronchoscope. It must be that Baixintong's shell is blocked in the trachea!"

"Lao Lu, are you okay?" the director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine was confused.

"Hurry up and the patient will be fine if we take it out now." Lu Gang waved his hand without hesitation.
Chapter completed!