To her husband's surprise, Cheri's expression was very flat, "I thought it would hurt to take the anesthetic!

Fang Lin's eyes widened and he listened quietly, "How do you feel?"

"Oops! It doesn't hurt at all! I don't feel it at all, it's much lighter than the one I usually get when I have a cold and fever! I don't feel any pain, even though I'm nervous!"

"Wife, doesn't it really hurt?"

"I can't lie to you, it really doesn't hurt at all!

Hearing his wife say this, Fang Lin's nervous heart let go.

"At that time, the doctor told me to lie on my side, bend my waist like a shrimp, and then start pricking my spine with needles!"

The husband was surprised and asked, "I still have to prick my spine!"

"Of course, anesthetic anesthetics, which anesthetize human nerves, are most effective through the spine. But rest assured, you hardly feel anything. Ten minutes have passed, and guess what?" asked the wife mysteriously.

Fang Lin was a little impatient to listen to the content behind, "Wife, say it quickly!"

"A doctor came over and gently tapped my belly with an iron rod the size of a car strip, and asked me if it hurt! I told her that it hurt, it hurt! I was scared, but it didn't hurt at all!"

Fang Lin's face turned white with fright when he heard the words "it hurts very much"! Later, after listening to his wife's explanation, he realized that it was okay, and this hanging heart was put down.

After a while, she tapped me in the belly with the iron rod, and repeated it three or four times, and every time I asked me, I said it hurt. She had to twist my belly with her hand, and still asked me if it hurt! I still told her it hurts! Actually, it doesn't hurt at all!"

Fang Lin couldn't help but laugh again, "What happened in the end?"

"Guess what the doctor said in the end?" asked his wife with a smile.

"How?" The little couple looked at each other and smiled.

The doctor said helplessly, whether it hurts or not, it has to be dissected, and after a while of anesthetic, it really hurts. ”

The two laughed so heartily that perhaps the wife could not guess that the time left for them to be together was short.

Of course, Fang Lin couldn't feel these things, he just felt that after the operation, he had recovered well, and he had to taste all the delicious foods that he was reluctant to eat before.

Make up for your hunger pangs during this period of hunger. I will never be reluctant to eat or drink again.

Wishes are good, but dreams are not imaginable, and these imaginations are just a dream.

Fang Lin was most worried about the surgery, "Does it hurt during laparotomy?"

"Listen! I went on, and in a short time I felt the doctor spread a heavy cloth on my belly, and then I felt a chill in my belly.

I always wanted to look at it, but the doctor used a dark green screen to pull it from the side to block my view, and I couldn't see it at all.

I was very nervous, I didn't know if it was cold in the operating room or scared, and the doctor asked me if it was cold. Touching my cold hands and feet, knowing that I might be scared, the doctor chatted with me, guess what?"

The husband listened attentively and hurriedly asked, "What are you talking about?"

"It's about things that our people usually like to talk about, and they also like to talk about these doctors!

They asked me what I do, and I said it was in the printing industry. They then asked me if it would be hard, and I told them that I was tired at first, but then I got used to it.

I told them that I envied their work, and they were amazed and said that you still envy our work! This obstetrician is the most tired.

I said I don't believe it, you wear white coats every day, like angels, so many people respect you, and your salary and benefits are good, how can you not do it.

They didn't explain too much, just said lightly, you will know in a moment how tired we are from this work.

In the process, my nervous mood was relaxed a little, and my nervousness turned into curiosity.

I couldn't help but look down, and the doctor quipped, "What's the matter?" and I'm still worried about seeing how we do a caesarean section! Aren't you afraid of being scared?

That's when I realized that the doctor was cutting the belly layer by layer! I just mentioned, this belly is cold, do you know what the doctor is doing?"

Fang Lin listened curiously to his wife's eloquent conversation, and from time to time he casually interjected like a cross talk. His wife's eloquence is much better than his.

"What's going on?" asked her husband curiously.

"The knife is slashing on the belly layer by layer!"

"Didn't you feel any pain at all?" the husband seemed to be very concerned about the question.

"I only felt a little bit of pain, such as being bitten by a mosquito, and the pain of scratching a big bag with my hand is almost the same.

It doesn't hurt! The fear in my heart is far greater than the pain itself. Now that I think about it, there's really no need to be afraid!"

Hearing his wife say this, the husband's nervous heart was relieved, and now all he was left was curiosity, "Didn't the doctor say that they were doing some kind of manual work?

It didn't take long for the two of them to pull something out, and my heavy body was even pulled up.

The force was so great that it seemed to pull me up to a rhythm of forty-five degrees. It turned out that the doctor was pulling the child out of my belly.

I just heard them pant and say, "Don't follow our rhythm!" Lie down and lie down, followed by another hard pull.

I realized why it was called manual work. They had to do seven or eight such caesarean sections a day. dragged seven or eight out of the way, and if you meet twins and triplets, I'm afraid there are more than that. ”

Hearing this, Fang Lin couldn't stop laughing, "Wife, when something comes to your mouth, it's just a joke!

Seeing her husband laughing happily, the wife's anxious heart was put down, and after a while, the husband fell asleep peacefully, but Cheli was still so anxious that she couldn't sleep.

She was thinking about what the old professor said, the probability of success of the operation is very low, only 30%, if it is not successful, the patient's vitality will be greatly damaged, the resistance will be seriously reduced, and finally starve to death.

She looked at her husband's sleeping face, she didn't feel sleepy at all, she was cherishing the good time she had with him.

She was reluctant to go to sleep, not wanting it to detract from the time she spent with her husband.

Now she finally understands what the wise saying "an inch of time is an inch of gold, and an inch of gold is difficult to buy an inch of time".

Maybe now she looks at her husband less, she loves him so much, she complains about why God gave her such an unfair fate and made her life so miserable.

Before she knew it, tears were falling to the ground, and she thought about how good it would be if her husband was a potted plant, and she would water it with her own tears.

The old professor put on the dark green surgical gown that he had not seen for a long time, he was very proud that he was not old, although the old candle that was about to burn out had no heat left, but he was willing to burn himself out, and scatter the last ray of light to the earth and illuminate the world.

The gown is green in color, and it represents the patient's vitality and hope.

I remember operating on a patient 20 years ago, in order to alleviate the patient's fear, he began to talk freely with the patient, and the patient asked an interesting question, "Doctor, you usually wear a white coat when you see a doctor, why do you turn green when you enter the operating room? Isn't it an angel in white?"

The professor was also stunned at the time, "This is a very good question! It proves that you are very observant and very intelligent."

As a doctor, in addition to paying attention to the patient's physical health, we should also take into account the patient's mental health.

Often, we only pay attention to the physical health of patients, but we don't know that mental health is an important prerequisite for physical health.

As a doctor, you have to study psychology. Psychologically, color has a very great impact on a person's mood, especially patients, who are more sensitive to color than ordinary people. What color is blood?"

Without thinking, the patient replied, "Red!"

"Okay, will the surgery bleed?"

"Of course!" the patient felt that the doctor was asking a little stupidly.

"It is conceivable that the doctor in the operating room wore a white surgical gown to operate on a patient.

The white clothes are stained with red blood, which will push the patient's fear to the extreme. Leaving patients feeling frustrated and hopeless.

Green is different, red blood stains on green clothes will only deepen that green. In this way, the patient will not be frightened by the intense visual acuity. ”

The operation went very smoothly, and after the patient recovered, he also gave the old professor a pennant, on which were the eight big characters of "Virtue and Art, Save the Life and Help the Wounded", which made the professor's heart warm.

Twenty years have passed in a flash, and the past is as vivid as yesterday, and time is like an arrow, with a flick of a finger.

It's exciting to be on the cutting edge of medical care on your own.

On the way to the operating room, he saw the warm wards, smiling patients, lovely colleagues, and hospital leaders and nurses who were doing ward rounds.

These medical workers use their tireless efforts to overcome the difficulties of human health and devote themselves to the recovery of patients.

These angels in white, I want to pay tribute to you, and I want to pay you reverence.

It's hard to imagine that without your persistence, without your never-give-up spirit, without your meticulous care and care, would there be human beings?

Somehow, the old professor slowed down and looked back nostalgically, the place where he had worked for decades, the neat ward, the clean floor, and the snow-white walls.

Especially the statues of the great medical workers. He has been touched again and again, and every time he lectures to students, he will tell them about their great deeds with tears in his eyes.

These figures have touched generations of medical workers, and colleagues all nodded in salute when they saw the professor.

Many of them were his students. He is more about using his actions to express to them what it means to be a qualified medical worker.

He is undoubtedly a role model for these people, and a goal for them to learn from.

When he came to the door of the operating room, he turned around and reluctantly glanced at the place that had given him honors, dreams, joys, sorrows, and sorrows. With reluctance and endless attachment, I walked into the long-lost operating room.