DY City has more than 7 million permanent residents, and there are 12 Grade A comprehensive hospitals. On average, tens of thousands of patients flock to these hospitals every day.

There are many severe patients sent to the emergency room. Different conditions and different endings are always inevitable.

After all, doctors are humans, not celestial immortals who descend to earth. Modern medicine is also the one that started the latest in natural sciences. It is impossible to save everyone.

Li Wancai lay on the head of the bed, looking at his wife who had been with her for decades and could only rely on her breathing mask to maintain her last breath, tears streaming down her face.

Just now he signed the consent form to give up treatment, which was the decision made by Li Wancai and his wife on the hospital bed.

She shook her head slightly and rejected the follow-up treatment plan given by Wang Ting, ventilators, amphotericin against mucor infection and various first aid drugs to fight multi-organ failure were rejected by her.

She is too tired.

"I asked you to come to the hospital early, but you just refused to let me hold the money..."

"I said to come to Danyang Hospital, but you said it is expensive..."

"I'm going to lose my life, what's the use of asking for money..."

The old man was busy these days and had already been overdrawn. His clenched fists could only knock on the mattress weakly, and choked until the end, even his words gradually blurred.

The two are only three years away from getting married, and their two sons are not in Danyang. I am afraid that this last side will not be able to catch up.

03-5-30, at 9:15 pm, Zhang Lanling passed away at Danyang Hospital.

Cause of death: Severe lung infection, septic shock, renal failure, and respiratory failure caused by long-term diabetes.

Treatment process: 03-5-30, at 2:35 pm, the patient was referred to the emergency department of DY Third People's Hospital at 120. When the patient arrived, the patient's body temperature was 39.1℃, blood pressure...

The entire emergency room has been put into the next battle, and only Ji Qing is still at his desk writing the triple version of death.

This is a proof of the failure of the doctor after fighting the god of death on a battlefield called "Patient".

The price is terrible.

Ji Qing stared at every Chinese character written in his hand, and wanted to remember them forever, and wanted to engrave them all in his mind.

Why didn’t I think of diabetes, why was the diagnosis of mucorice so slow, why didn’t I immediately make the decision to first maintain dialysis and then use amphotericin for treatment...

These are all things they need to reflect on.

Of course, there are people who need to reflect on the Third Hospital, ten kilometers away. Wang Ting is now grabbing the phone and constantly venting his "anger" after his defeat.

As the most prestigious emergency department boss in the city, few people dare not give him face.

But, this is just an vent.

The Third Hospital lacks talents for microbial and infectious diseases. It is estimated that only a few senior directors of Danyang Hospital have conducted in-depth research on this aspect.

Mucorin infection is difficult to diagnose, and bacterial cultures are all negative, so all treatments given by the Third Hospital are only diagnostic treatments.

The only thing they made mistakes may be that they checked the peripheral sugar once, which was not rigorous enough. If they could prompt the patient's blood sugar as soon as possible, they might not have been sent to Danyang Hospital.

As for whether it is a medical accident, there will be a medical appraisal team to determine it, and it is not something they can care about.

Wu Tongshan had just received two patients who were sent by 120, and ran into the clinic with the record sheet to see the chest radiograph that had just been taken. When he saw Ji Qing still writing the triple sheet, he urged: "Write it quickly, after finishing writing, come over and see the two patients who had just arrived, and write the reception record."

"good."

Ji Qing copied the last section of the patient's residence and family contact information, and then wrote Wang Ting's work chapter.

For them, Zhang Lanling's death was just a mud pit on the road to becoming a perfect doctor in her mind, and it was not even a hurdle. The doctor did not have much time to immerse himself in the past failures, so he could only stay for a while and continue to move forward.

At this time, Qi Jing had already gotten off work.

He sat on the green isolation belt outside the emergency gate, looked up at the moon that had just risen to the sky, and his mind kept passing through various data after Zhang Lanling's laboratory examination.

"Director Luo, come to Genyan."

He reached in front of Luo Tang, his tone was also casual, and there was no gap between the hospitalized doctor and the director.

Luo Tang was stunned for a while when he looked at the hand, vomited two cigarette rings, and handed him one: "Your father is most disgusted with smoking, let him know..."

"It's my mother who is disgusted." Qi Jing took the cigarette and rubbed Luo Tang's fire, "My father used to smoke."

"Is that true?" Luo Tang coughed twice, "I don't know if you are abusive to thrusting."

"hehe."

Qi Jing put the filter into his mouth and took a sip. The cigarette rolled around in his mouth and drilled into the trachea: "Cough cough cough... it's so choking."

Luo Tang looked at him in surprise.

Smoking is a way for him to relieve his depression, so it is impossible to quit smoking over the years. In fact, many doctors have their own set of ways to relieve stress, but he has never seen Qi Jing, who can't smoke and keep smoking.

"Director Luo, are we particularly vulnerable to SARS?"

"The new virus is highly contagious and has a much higher mortality rate than the flu." Luo Tang added another cigarette to his lungs, "This is a risk brought by urbanization, and there is no way to do anything about it."

"Then have you ever thought about what if you get infected and die?" Qi Jing asked again.

"If you die, just die." Luo Tang put out the cigarette butts and took another one from the cigarette box, "Why are you so sentimental at such a young age?"

Qi Jing did not answer his question, but continued to ask: "Is that patient just now considered a difficult and complicated disease in your eyes?"

"As half a little." Luo Tang seemed to have forgotten this case, playing with the smoke he had just vomited alone, "You guy is pretty good. Have you ever seen a patient with mucorice pneumonia?"

Qi Jing has naturally seen it, but it must be hidden from it.

"I have seen several reports in the magazine, and the mortality rate is quite high." Qi Jing shook his head, and then sat there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Luo Tang had some understanding of Qi Sen's study, which not only contained books and magazines of the couple's own professionals, but also contained a large amount of research materials from other disciplines.

It is not an exaggeration to say that their son was forced to read a lot of books.

But Luo Tang was surprised that Qi Jing's thinking pattern and reaction speed were completely different from being able to associate this disease with diabetes.

But as soon as he thinks that he is embarrassed when he guessed that pollen allergies before, the slightest feeling of Luo Tang’s just accumulated towards him will instantly be destroyed.

"I said whether you are the old cigarette holder in your hand will be given back to me if you don't smoke!"

Qi Jing stood up with a smile: "You are the director of the University of Respiratory Medicine. When I see a big man who wants to call him uncle, why are you embarrassed to take a cigarette that has been given away?"
Chapter completed!