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I was half-pushed into the operating room, washed my hands and dressed and gloves on, and by the time I finally found a chance to explain, it was too late. All the doctors and nurses are ready to be in place, and the patient must be resuscitated immediately.

"Is Dr. Lee ready? When you're ready, we're going to get started. ”

"How's the anesthesia?"

"Pay attention to the ECG monitoring and don't leave for a moment, the patient is likely to have ......"

"Xiaolin, Xiaolin, what's the daze, hurry up and come over to help, take this tube, like this, yes, that's it, keep this posture and don't move!"

I was infected by the emergency atmosphere of the scene, and it took me a while to react, and this "Xiaolin" was called me. Now I don't have time to explain anything, and what the doctor asked me to do is not technical, I am fully competent, so I can cooperate with the doctor to rescue the patient with peace of mind.

The operation lasted four hours, and even though I was a handyman, I was a little overwhelmed. However, at this time, no one complained, and no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the operating room was unusually low.

We watched the patient's ECG become a straight line, but we were powerless.

The chief surgeon's face was solemn, his hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly, and after a long time, he said with difficulty: "The patient is declared dead." ”

The air in the operating room seemed to freeze, and I saw a young nurse with red eyes. Life is the most important thing to lose, especially when we try our best but can't do anything.

The next thing is to communicate with doctors and patients, and I just hope that the family of the deceased can understand and live well.

When I came out of the operating room, I saw a female doctor communicating with the family of the deceased.

The family members of the deceased were so emotional that they fell to their knees and broke down and cried.

A nurse next to me explained, "That's the organ donation coordinator. She asked the families of the deceased if they would like to donate their organs to the hospital and to those in need. ”

Organ Donation Coordinator, it turns out that there is still such a job.

On the one hand, there are family members who have lost their loved ones, and on the other hand, there are patients who may survive with organ donation, and how much mental endurance is required to be competent for such a job.

I saw pain, sympathy, and anticipation on the face of the organ donation coordinator, all kinds of mixed emotions intertwined.

With red eyes, she waited for the family of the deceased to calm down a little, and then asked with difficulty: "Are you willing?" ”

The nurse next to her covered her mouth and cried.

A lot of people were crying.

How much courage the female doctor had to have to ask this question at this time. Her profession forces her to make matters worse when others are most miserable.

The family members of the deceased collapsed on their armchairs, hugging each other and weeping.

After a long time, one of the family members raised his head, his eyes were red and his face was full of tears.

"We do."

"Thank you."

The female doctor could no longer control her tears and hugged the family member.

The sobbing sound around him was louder.

I heard the family member crying and saying, "Lingling likes City A very much, she has wanted to be admitted to this university since she was a child, and she will take the college entrance examination in a few months, she said she wants to come here to see." I didn't expect ...... Woowoo...... Just let her body stay in this city......"

The nurse next to me wiped a handful of tears, but wiped the tears on me, at this time I don't need to be angry, and I don't need to say anything.

At this time, the surgeon finally found out that he had recognized the wrong person and informed me of the department we went to in the probationary class.

"I made a mistake this time, but you're good, no worse than those who have graduated. Work hard. ”

"Well, thank you."

I didn't feel anything when I looked at the situation in the operating room through a glass before, but this time I experienced it myself, and it really made me feel something different.

There are many things that can only be truly understood if you have experienced them yourself.

This is especially true for doctors.

Human lives matter, this is not a slogan.

With a long sigh of relief, I spit out all the emotions that were stuck in my heart, and hurried to the department of our probationary class.

"Why are you here now? The apprenticeship has long since ended. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry."

It was also because I was so affected by the emotions just now that I was so stupid that I couldn't even tell the time. The surgeries all went on for more than four hours, and the clerkship session must have ended.

After explaining the reason to the teacher, I walked through the corridor of the ward, and I was about to leave, but I didn't expect to run into the organ donation coordinator again.

She was talking to a patient's family who looked excited and thought it was the patient's family who had received an organ donation.

But the patient lying on the bed had no expression.

It was a woman in her thirties, with a haggard face, yellow hair, and an anxious expression.

I would notice her, not because of how she looked or how she dressed, but because something seemed wrong with her body. There was a faint smell of a youkai coming from her body, but this person was indeed a human, not a youkai.

I looked at her medical records and it was a patient with bronchoalveolar cell carcinoma and there was no better way than a lung transplant.

Alveolar cell carcinoma, which is more common in women, is strongly associated with smoking.

"Smoke and smoke, it's all because you smoke all day that you get this cancer."

The older woman, who was supposed to be the patient's mother, angrily took the cigarette from the patient's hand and took away the box of cigarettes that was under the pillow.

The patient didn't seem to care, rolled over, spat out a smoke ring, and then took a deep sniff with a look of fascination. That's like an addict.

I noticed her yellowing index and middle fingers, and I thought that this was a long-term smoker, and it was understandable why she was suffering from this disease.

I saw her lift the quilt and staggered up towards the door of the ward.

She was tall, but because of her illness, she was as thin as wood, her eyes were extremely sunken, and she walked listlessly, a bit like a walking living dead.

"Hey, is there any smoke?"

"Nope."

"Cut."

She glanced at me sideways and bumped me as she passed me.

I don't mind, I don't care about sick people, especially when my eyes inadvertently fall on her chest and I see an amazing picture, I know that she is terminally ill and will probably not survive even if she has a lung transplant.

She was sick not only physically, but also consciously.

Her lungs had turned into demons and were devouring her body bit by bit.

I never imagined that a person's organs could turn into a demon, a real demon!

Her lungs were extremely shriveled, giving birth to a large mouth and countless claws. The large mouth of her lungs was spitting blood blisters open and closed, and countless sharp claws reached out to the countless veins and nerves on her body.

But this person is unaware, she is being devoured little by little by her own organs, until her blood is drained, her nerves are damaged, all her systemic organs are failing, and she is slowly walking on the road to death.