Mu Chun guessed that Fang Ming's fear was not a forced concept of numbers.

This is different from the obsessive-compulsive counting of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients, Fang Ming's fear of numbers should be more of a fear of certain situations.

For example, medical school stories and so on...... Because there have been many unexplained incidents in a certain hospital bed, doctors are more concerned about a certain bed...... Such things are not uncommon.

"Is that why too?" Mu Chun asked,

Or is there some other reason? Like related to a patient? Fang Ming's sadness suddenly slowly emerged from severity to the entire room, diffusing it, Mu Chun hoped that Fang Ming could make the sadness in his body as visible as possible, but Fang Ming still seemed to be struggling, trying to control them.

It turned around and didn't let Mu Chun see his eyes, he looked out the window, but the scenery outside the window didn't look at him.

Fang Ming learned about the professor three days ago, and the professor called him, saying that he had gone to another big hospital in the north to prepare for a transplant.

Fang Ming's heart couldn't say what he wanted. The professor sounded in good spirits, and he was also very confident in himself, saying that he had found the best team in China, and there was a relatively high probability that he would succeed.

On the phone, the professor's voice even had a hint of cheerfulness, as if he was about to say - when I'm well, we'll have dinner together.

In Fang Ming's mind, the professor has always been such a decisive, strong, and always able to think of a way.

But would this surgery really be better than the treatment plan that Fang Ming designed for him? Fang Ming didn't have an answer.

He felt a throbbing pain in his back, suffered insomnia that night, and even had a brief mental trance during the operation the next day.

Fang Ming, who had always been very demanding of himself, was very vigilant and found his problem, but fortunately it did not cause terrible results.

In normal times, Fang Ming might not be so sensitive to bed 15, but now, his full forehead was covered with haze.

"I just want to avoid some things as much as possible, it's better not to go to that bed, and besides, it's not like the patient can't wait." Fang Ming said.

"It's not good for a doctor to spread such superstitions." Mu Chun said with emotion.

"That's right, not only is it bad, it's just very bad." Fang Ming smiled, his fingers pinching on a half-summer leaf.

With such a depressed expression, Mu Chun had never seen it before.

"Actually, I also think this kind of thing can be avoided." Mu Chun said,

"You just can't talk to the patient's family directly, right...... If you say it directly, maybe the patient's family will not want to choose bed 15. ”

"There's no way to say this, besides, other doctors don't have this kind of thought, it's my own problem, I'm probably sick, physical and mental illness, Shen Zifeng is really smart, he called you to me, Mu Chun is a bit like a firefighter now, where you need to go." Fang Ming tried to joke, but his hand inadvertently reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone and looked through it several times.

As if Fang Ming had a premonition that something was going to happen, his phone rang, and then he looked at Mu Chun, hesitating whether to press the answer button.

"The Professor?" Mu Chun asked. Fang Ming nodded, and the uneasiness he felt wafted through the outpatient room, emitting bursts of burning smell.

Fang Ming's hands trembled, as if they were bound by barbed chains.

"Hey", as soon as he opened his mouth, the voice was broken. Silence, haze, back pain without tears.

"The surgery is done." Fang Ming squeezed out a few words and used a lot of strength.

"As you expected." Mu Chun said softly. There was a sad smile on the corner of Fang Ming's mouth, this smile was more heart-wrenching than crying.

He didn't complain about why the professor insisted on going his own way, everything seemed to be expected by Fang Ming, so he didn't grieve, he didn't know how to grieve at all.

If a tragedy is foreseen, people may lose the ability to grieve. Turned into a prisoner trapped in a prison, trapped.

It's important to let him let go of this emotion first.

"Tell me about him, how is he doing?" Mu Chun tried to say. Fang Ming sat down, held the mobile phone and smashed it twice on his forehead,

"Am I wrong...... I kept thinking about what I said at dinner that day, if I hadn't said that, if I had given the professor a clearer hope, would he still be in Zhinan Affiliated Hospital, would he not have chosen this kind of surgery that has no mature case, would it not have turned out like this. Although Mu Chun is not a surgeon, he also understands that pancreatic cancer is a terrible disease that kills and lives, even if it is an operation, and the operation that is not yet mature, may accelerate the action of the demon, so that patients who could have survived more quickly will die faster.

The professor's situation should be the most terrifying.

"It's not your fault, Fang Ming." Mu Chun said. Fang Ming shook his head, a doctor's self-confidence was almost completely shattered.

"It's not your fault, Fang Ming!" Mu Chun said again.

"No, if I hadn't said that at the time, I should have been able to lie a little, I could have done that, I shouldn't have thought that we could discuss his condition like a medical case just because he was a professor, I shouldn't have thought that we could discuss his condition like a medical case because he was also a medical student, Mu Chun...... I ......"

"It's not your fault, it's his decision." Mu Chun looked at Fang Ming, who was about to collapse, and repeatedly told him that it was not his fault.

At such times, no one is powerless.

"The professor certainly doesn't blame you." Mu Chun asked. Fang Ming shook his head,

"His voice is weak, it's only been three days, if I follow my treatment, he might live to the end of the year, he ......"

"Live with dignity, Dr. Fang. Sometimes the patient wants to live longer, but also wants to live with dignity, wants to control his own destiny, the professor wants to control his own destiny, wants to live with dignity, what he wants is a life that he can decide, you think about why he returned home alone, why he found you, why he left alone, a strong man, until the last moment, he wants to be able to control his life, this is not a matter of trust, it is not a question of who is right and who is wrong, in the face of death, everyone needs to choose, The professor has the opportunity to choose, and he has chosen, and you still have a lot of patients, they may not have the opportunity to choose at all, they are cut through the trachea, they are taken to the ICU, they are asked for surgery, they can't open their mouths, they can't speak, they can't control their lives, they can't control life and they can't control death. Director Fang, you still have a lot of patients waiting for you, they expect you to rejuvenate and bring hope, we have no reason to be depressed to affect our work, this is our professional mission and the principle of life. I don't know how much Fang Ming listened, Mu Chun believed that he wouldn't cheer up so quickly, but he couldn't fall down so easily.

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