Qin Songmu and Fang Xiaowan were almost holding their breath and waiting by the corridor on the first floor, their eyes only staring at the staircase. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the cries got closer, the people on the first floor avoided it. Although the first floor is very spacious and spacious, like a hall, no one wants to stop here to see the excitement.

However, Qin Songmu and Fang Xiaowan did not dodge, because they were the doctors in charge. Fang Xiaowan's face was a little pale, and she subconsciously grabbed one of Qin Songmu's arms.

Qin Songmu understood her psychology, but in fact, she was also very nervous, and those grief-stricken out-of-tune cries were like thunder, making his and Fang Xiaowan's scalps flutter.

The corpse bearer finally appeared at the top of the stairs. The four of them carried a stretcher up a steep staircase, exhausted and out of breath. However, when they walked to the level, they were much more relaxed for each other. Those heart-rending cries came from the family members who followed behind the stretcher, stumbling and following. There were five of them in total, most of them middle-aged women, so the cry was like a chorus, which seemed deafening.

Qin Songmu looked at the stretcher and was only wrapped in white sheets, but he could also guess that the patient below must be an elderly person who was at the end of his life, otherwise, there would not be many middle-aged women crying. Most of them are the daughters or daughters-in-law of the patients.

Behind the weeping family members was a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat. He is Han Qingyuan, the head of the Sixth Division.

Qin Songmu and the others carried the corpse and knocked out the door with a stretcher, and greeted Han Qingyuan-

Fang Xiaowan also walked over-

"Director Qin, are you here?" Han Qingyuan greeted first.

Qin Songmu nodded, and pointed to the back of the stretcher: "The patient is you in charge of the ward?"

"Yes. He has been hospitalized for half a month, and his vitality is tenacious enough. The family members were tormented. ”

When Qin Songmu heard this, his heart couldn't help but sink, and the meaning of Han Qingyuan's words showed that if the dying patient couldn't breathe in time, it would be a kind of torture for the family members.

He recalled that when he first came to the ward to report, his predecessor also came out to see him off, so he also followed Han Qingyuan out of the door.

Fang Xiaowan followed behind them without saying a word.

Qin Songmu watched the stretcher run in the direction of the morgue, and a sadness rose in his heart.

Because he was not familiar with the patient's family, he was unable to comfort the grief-stricken family members, and he felt very uncomfortable. After taking office, he only inspected three of the six sub-wards. There are still three wards left that I haven't visited. It was the first time for me to be in charge of such a large ward, and I was a little too busy to take care of it, which was really a dereliction of duty.

Han Qingyuan saw that Qin Songmu was still looking at the stretcher and the direction in which the family members were leaving, so he reminded him: "Director Qin, let's go back." ”

Qin Songmu came to his senses, glanced at Fang Xiaowan who had a little red eyes, and then nodded.

Fang Xiaowan was not only sad about the scene just now, but she also did not come out of the experience of the little patient in the second ward, but because Han Qingyuan was by her side, it was inconvenient to communicate with Qin Songmu about this matter again.

When they took the elevator, Qin Songmu couldn't help but be surprised: "Why didn't they take the elevator just now? ”

Han Qingyuan hurriedly explained: "This is the previous Director Ran's regulations for corpse bearers. Because the elevator is a passage to pick up patients, if the body is transported down, it will make everyone feel unlucky, and even panic. ”

Qin Songmu was puzzled: "He also taboos this, can't he see how hard it is for the corpse bearer?"

Han Qingyuan disagreed: "The highest in our ward is three floors. Some of the wards carry the dead down the stairs from the sixth or seventh floors. Besides, that's what corpse bearers do. Their wages are higher than ours. Are you still afraid of eating this hard work?"

Qin Songmu listened to Han Qingyuan's words, and his heart was even more gloomy. The high income of the corpse bearers proves that their business in this ward is good.

When the elevator passed by the second floor, Fang Xiaowan had to get down. However, when she stepped out of the elevator, she glanced back at Qin Songmu, as if she had something to say.

Qin Songmu understood her thoughts, so he nodded to her, conveying the meaning that the future would be long.

Fang Xiaowan also nodded, and finally reluctantly turned around and left.

The elevator continued to run upwards, and when it passed the third floor, it was time for Han Qingyuan to go out.

Qin Songmu thought for a moment, and immediately followed Han Qingyuan out of the elevator.

"Director Qin, what are you?" Han Qingyuan looked at him puzzled.

Qin Songmu immediately said: "I want to inspect your six wards. ”

Han Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay." ”

On the way to the sixth ward, Han Qingyuan took the initiative to introduce to Qin Songmu: "Our sub-wards are all patients with advanced liver cancer and liver cirrhosis. In particular, patients with advanced cirrhosis have severe effusion, so there is a lot of work to pump water. ”

Qin Songmu's expression was very solemn, and he asked casually, "How many patients are admitted in the six wards?"

"The number of patients is constantly changing. Let's take it as an example, if you remove the patients who just left, we still have 43 patients left in our ward. However, the cancer center ward informed me last night that there may be two more patients joining me today. Besides..."

Qin Songmu saw that he wanted to speak and stopped, and couldn't help asking, "And what?"

By this time, they had already entered the corridor of the sick ward at the right end of the stairs. Han Qingyuan lowered his voice: "I'm afraid the patients in Ward 6033 won't survive tonight." He's probably not on the list of patients who are hospitalized tomorrow. ”

Qin Songmu's heart tightened: "What is the situation with that patient?"

"Advanced cirrhosis. ”

Qin Songmu proposed without thinking, "Then you can take me to see the patient first, right?"

Han Qingyuan did not hesitate, and immediately nodded happily: "Hmm." Come with me. ”

They bypassed the doctor's office, the nursing station, and even a few other wards, and headed straight for Ward 6033.

This is a single room, although there is only one ward on display, but on either side of the bed, there are two simple folding beds, proving that there are at least two people accompanying the patient.

In fact, there are already five adult family members in this ward. They know that their loved ones are already dying, so they are waiting here every step of the way, waiting for the final farewell.

Han Qingyuan was familiar to them, so as soon as he entered the room, two men with tired faces immediately stood up: "Doctor Han is here?"

Han Qingyuan nodded, and then pointed to Qin Songmu behind them and introduced to them: "This is the new Director Qin in our ward. He came to visit your loved ones. ”

"Thank you, Director Qin!"

When those patients heard that Qin Songmu was the new director, they all cast awe-inspiring glances at him.

Qin Songmu couldn't face the other party's solemn expression and cast a warm smile, and tightly showed them a condolent look: "You have worked hard. ”

After a short and heavy greeting, Qin Songmu focused his attention on the patient.

He was an old man, his face full of age spots and skin folded and crumpled around a pile of old bones. This is perhaps the most undignified way to die. He was still slightly awake, heard movement in the hospital room, and opened his weak eyelids, revealing gray eyes.

Qin Songmu felt that the old man's eyes were very infiltrating, which made people get goosebumps. But he didn't care about that, and his eyes were moist as he leaned over to stare at the patient, who had already stepped into another world with one foot.

"Old man, you are a good person, you have been able to fight the disease for so long, and you deserve the respect of all of us. You are also happy, and there are so many relatives around you who will never leave you. You should have no regrets. ”

He didn't know if the old man could understand what he said, so he expressed his heartfelt respect to the other party. At this stage, he doesn't need to say words of condolence and encouragement, because those are too fake. All he needed to express to the old man at the moment was his parting consolation.

The old man couldn't answer, he couldn't even move his head, but he threw a changing look at Qin Songmu, but he couldn't react to any content, this was just a reply to Qin Songmu's words.

Qin Songmu used a reverent gaze to connect with the old man's dim gaze. At present, he can only convey the reluctance and wishes of the world to leave the old man through a kind of look.

When Qin Songmu said goodbye to the body, he left the ward after comforting the old man.

Han Qingyuan followed and asked tentatively, "Can you come and sit in our office?"

Qin Songmu shook his head: "Please take me to the various wards for a while." I'm going to visit the other 42 patients. ”

Han Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "If you don't feel tired, just go around the ward with me." Let's make an exception for ward rounds. ”

Qin Songmu glanced at him: "Isn't our ward a routine ward round every day?"

Han Qingyuan shook his head: "Because the vast majority of these patients don't need treatment anymore, they don't need this form at all." ”

Qin Songmu couldn't help frowning: "Even if they are hopeless, they are still our patients after all, and they need our positive attitude." ”

Han Qingyuan shrugged his shoulders: "This is not just the practice of canceling ward rounds in our six wards, but also ward rounds in other sub-wards. This is the rule set by the old director. You can ask Fang Xiaowan about it. ”

Qin Songmu's heart moved, and he felt that the other party was keenly aware that Fang Xiaowan was very close to him, and he couldn't help but have a fever in his cheeks.

However, on second thought, perhaps there was some justification for his predecessor's cancellation of ward rounds. After all, the patients here are not the same as other hospitalized patients.

After they moved around a few wards, they came to the door of ward 6044.

Han Qingyuan stopped at this time and whispered to Qin Songmu: "There is an old lady in her seventies living in this ward. She had been suffering from liver cancer for more than two years, and three months ago, it was transferred to our ward. ”

When Qin Songmu heard his special introduction, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then sighed: "Since she was arranged here and survived for three whole months, her vitality is really tenacious. ”

Unexpectedly, Han Qingyuan shook his head: "I'm not telling you this reason, but to tell you that this old lady's youngest son hasn't given up on the patient yet." He is doing everything in his power to prolong the old lady's life. ”

Qin Songmu pondered for a moment before he calmly said, "This is what relatives should do to patients. ”

Han Qingyuan smiled bitterly: "But the old lady is terminally ill after all, and no matter how much money the family spends, it can only prolong her life for a few days." ”

Qin Songmu was not impressed by Han Qingyuan's words, and immediately retorted: "But haven't people insisted on it for three months?"

Han Qingyuan was stunned: "Even if the old lady lives a little bigger, she can't escape the fate of being carried out from here." But she was on the verge of bankrupting her children. ”

When Qin Songmu heard this, he immediately thought of the little girl in the second ward, and his heart suddenly sank.