Paid Chapter (12 points)

17. I won't let you go!

Seeing Xia away, Jian Ling walked to the office alone, she deliberately made a big circle, passed by the surgical ward, and suddenly heard a crisp sound of "pop".

Jian Ling paused, followed the sound and found that it was from the hospital room in Oman.

She pushed open the door to the hospital room and saw Aman sitting on the bed, his entire upper body bent down, struggling to reach for the shards of glass on the floor.

Jian Ling turned on the light and walked over to straighten his body: "What's wrong?" ”

Aman smiled helplessly: "I just woke up and wanted to drink a glass of water, but I accidentally knocked over the quilt." I didn't want to cause you trouble, so I planned to clean up this place by myself, but I didn't expect my hands to be so short, I couldn't reach it for half a day."

After saying that, he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, and his right arm, which was fixed by bandages, fell to his chest, and his face looked pale. His face is very thin, his eye sockets are deep, his nose is high, and his facial features are very three-dimensional. Since I haven't cleaned it up for a few days, a lot of stubble has come out of my chin, and my hair is messy when I just woke up, and it looks a little more haggard.

It's just that he often maintains a cheerful smile on weekdays, and this haggard is washed away a lot by the smile, and it is not too obvious, so that now, at first glance, I find that his haggard is so dazzling.

Jian Ling helped him cover the quilt, then squatted down, picked up the glass fragments on the ground one by one, threw them into the garbage disposal bin, and then started the cleaning robot to quickly clean up the glass slag and water stains on the ground.

"Sleep well, and ring the bell if you have something."

Jian Ling was about to turn around and leave, but Aman suddenly stopped her: "That...... Can you do me a favor? ”

"What?"

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, could you please prescribe me some sleeping pills?"

According to the regulations, sleeping pills cannot be used casually on patients unless necessary, and sleeping pills, like anesthetics, have a certain degree of addiction, and will produce a sense of dependence after a long time. Ordinary hospitals are fine, but as military hospitals, those who are treated are soldiers, they are the sharpest weapons in this country, and they must not become dependent on a certain medicine

Regarding this, Jian Ling is very clear, and Oman is also very clear.

His expression looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes were full of longing, and his dark brown pupils looked at Jian Ling nervously, and there was a bit of pity.

Jian Ling saw the problem at a glance: "You used to take sleeping pills often? ”

If not, he wouldn't have wanted sleeping pills so much, and his expression was a manifestation of obvious dependence.

Aman was poked in the center, his eyes drifted, his voice lowered, and he barely kept the smile on his face: "It's not very often, but occasionally when I can't sleep, I want to eat something." ”

"Why can't I sleep?"

Aman leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, his smile faded, and his expression became more and more decadent: "Nightmares, all kinds of nightmares." ”

Jian Ling stood quietly beside the bed, his voice became softer, like a soft whisper, slowly drifting into his ears: "Did you dream of your comrades-in-arms?" ”

Silent.

Deathly silence.

It wasn't until Jian Ling thought he wouldn't answer that he slowly spoke: "Yes, I dreamed that they are still there, we train together, eat and sleep together, and live together...... No, we didn't die together. They are dead, but I am still alive......"

He lowered his head, buried his face in his big hands full of calluses, and his voice was choked: "Do you know, I personally helped them clean up the corpses, those corpses that were blown up, piece by piece, even the blood was dried, only charred flesh remained. I can barely tell which of them is who."

Tears passed through his fingers and fell on the quilt: "I often think that they are not actually dead, every time I do training, I seem to see them standing next to me, just like before, they will pounce on me and hook my shoulders, laughing out loud I was scolded by the squad leader just now." But the next second, they were gone, and I didn't know what to do. ”

An iron-blooded man who was about to be forty years old cried alone in the dead of night in the hospital room.

Those memories were so overwhelming that he was almost out of breath, but he couldn't forget them, those were his best brothers, how could he forget them?

He forced himself to erase the cold memories left by the mutilated corpses, and he began to constantly hint to himself in his heart that in fact, they were not dead yet, and look, they were still with him.

So much so that now, he sometimes can't even tell himself which ones are reality and which ones are illusions.

Every time I fall asleep, in my dreams, those deliberately suppressed terrifying memories will revive like the devil and dance his teeth and claws at him. He seemed to be back on the battlefield again, with piles of corpses in front of him, his comrades disappearing from front of him one by one, shells flying past his ears, blasting them to pieces, and blood splattering all over the sky......

Wake up from a dream, covered in cold sweat, and then sleep all night, day after day.

He knew that sleeping pills would have side effects, but he had to rely on them to fall asleep, paralyze his nerves, and force himself not to think about it. He has been driven to a dead end by himself, he doesn't even know what he wakes up every day for, and he doesn't know how to face his family and friends when he goes back, covered in blood?

He felt like an outcast from the world and was nothing without the army.

Jian Ling looked at him quietly, his broad shoulders trembled slightly, and those suppressed cries came out intermittently, like broken glasses, piercing his heart piece by piece.

Jian Ling couldn't find words to comfort him, he was already deeply trapped in the world he had constructed, and the persuasion of outsiders did not play any role at all, and sometimes even made him feel a sense of isolation, and then even more misanthropic of the world.

She could only reach out and hold his shoulder, and said softly: "You are just sick, and when you are cured, all your troubles will be gone." ”

She stayed with him, waiting for Aman's mood to slowly regain his composure, and she gave him a little sedative to let him sleep peacefully.

Returning to the surgical office, Jian Ling hurriedly sorted out the medical records, then called up Oman's case data, looked at it carefully, and his eyes stayed on the chest films.

She magnified the film in her lungs several times, watched it carefully for a long time, and her expression became more and more solemn.

Early the next morning, she personally went to the psychological counseling room, found Qi Mu, and roughly told him about the situation in Oman.

"This is a typical post-war syndrome, which should be quite serious depending on the situation, and it needs to rely on drugs to control sanity, and it must be treated as soon as possible," Zimu said. I will go and see him in person at a time, and then cooperate with your treatment and prepare a corresponding psychotherapy plan. ”

Jian Ling's expression was a little hesitant: "His current physical condition is not ideal, his lungs have atrophied slightly, and other motor nerves seem to have varying degrees of sclerosis, I suspect that he suffers from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis......"

Qi Mu understood her concerns: "His current mental state is very unstable, and I suggest that you don't tell him about it for the time being, lest he be stimulated and act irrationally." ”

Jian Ling nodded: "Got it." ”

At this time, in the surgical office, Ji Yue's patient information in the past few days was sorted out, and he planned to transfer some patients with minor injuries to other departments. Inadvertently, she saw Aman's medical records, and those chest clips made her eyes pause slightly.

She pulled those films into an influence, watched them carefully several times, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose, revealing a confident smile.

She made a copy of the medical record, and at noon, she opened the academic paper she was working on while there was no one. This dissertation has been prepared by her since the first two years, and it is the culmination of a lot of her research, and the research content is related to motor neurons.

She is very optimistic about this paper, whether from the point of view or point of view, as long as it is published, it will inevitably cause a lot of attention in the medical community.

If the development goes well, the name "Ji Yue" will also go down in history as a mark on the medical milestone.

It's a pity that the most suitable clinical patient has not been found in the past two years, and the most important one is still missing in terms of data and materials. And now, she has discovered Aman, who suffers from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, which is undoubtedly a great gift from God

She quickly copied Oman's medical records into the paper, using the patient as the research object and writing a section of the beginning. Next, as long as she waited for Aman's diagnosis, she performed the main surgery on him, and her thesis was perfect

When Jian Ling came in, she happened to see her writing a thesis, and she couldn't help but stare at her: "When did you start preparing this paper?" ”

"Two years ago," Ji Yue saved the document, then turned off the computer, and looked at her with a smile, "Aman is a very important patient, in the future, his affairs will be handled by me, you go and help heal the other injuries." ”

Looking at her confident smile, Jian Ling was sure that she already knew about Aman's condition, and couldn't help but let go of her voice: "Don't touch Aman, he is a patient, not your research materials."

"Heh, you are still as short-sighted as ever" Ji Yue sat on the chair, her left leg stacked on top of her right leg, she didn't care about Jian Ling's obstruction, "Doctor Jian, from the beginning, I was different from you. You only focus on the patients in front of you, and I want to think about the thousands of patients in a few decades. As long as my paper is successful, in the future, if anyone suffers from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, they will not become a pathetic 'ALS', and thousands of patients will benefit. ”

The so-called "ALS" is another name for amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, also known as conscious "vegetative people". In the later stage of the disease, the patient's muscles throughout the body are progressively atrophied and weakened, resulting in difficulty in swallowing and breathing, usually about 2 to 5 years, and eventually respiratory failure and death.

Although it is only in the early stage, the disease is progressing very rapidly, and it is difficult to control it, and what awaits him is an unacceptable tragic end.

Jian Ling pursed the corners of his mouth: "I don't care about your bullshit papers, I only warn you, don't move Oman, otherwise I won't let you go"

Ji Yue looked at her directly without showing weakness and sneered: "People like you are only suitable for working in such a small place for a lifetime." ”

It's a shame that she still wanted to win over Jian Ling and let Jian Ling become her left and right arm, but now it seems that this woman has no vision at all, and even if she brings it back to the medical department, she may not be able to come to the stage

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