Dr. Zhao returned to the office with a black face, and complained to Ye Xin along the way, contrary to his usual majestic image, now he looks like a chatty village old man.

"This stinky girl, I have never seen such a patient who does not cooperate with the doctor, does not accept surgery, does not accept other effective treatments, just relies on a little medicine to support, if I didn't press down her ID card and force her to be hospitalized, the hospital is not even a 'temporary hotel' for her! Mom and Dad raised her so big, how white-eyed wolf she is and spoils her body so much! ”

The more Dr. Zhao spoke, the more angry he became, he opened the drawer and took out a case book from it, turned to Ye Xin's page, took out a few more CT films, handed them to Jiang Lin and Qi Quan, and said, "I plan to let you and me go with this patient's illness, this is her case information, you can take a general look at it first." I've been studying at Hongdae Medical College for several years, don't tell me I can't read. ”

Jiang Lin pursed his lips and took a quick look at Ye Xin's case.

Ye Xin, female, 20 years old, date of birth×× May 31, admitted to the hospital on December 28 last year, type O blood ...... Jiang Lin read the case list from front to back, the Sichuan character in his eyebrows gradually deepened, he calmly took the CT film from Qi Quan's hand.

"It's really serious, this situation needs to be operated on urgently, right?" Qi Quan felt stuffy in his heart, the 20-year-old girl had this almost terminal disease, and human life was really pitiful.

Jiang Lin put the CT film back on Dr. Zhao's desk, and his voice was low and serious: "Teacher Zhao is right, if you don't have surgery, let the disease progress, it is estimated that this Miss Ye can live for another two years at most." ”

"Two years?!" Qi Quan opened his mouth wide and looked at Jiang Lin with an incredible look, "Then what are you waiting for, you have to tie Ye Xin to the operating table!" ”

Jiang Lin shook his head, "It's not that simple. It is best if it can be treated conservatively, but it is obvious that conservative treatment has little effect at this stage of the disease, and only through surgery, coupled with long-term adjuvant therapy, there may still be a glimmer of life. However, I don't think the success rate of the surgery should be high. ”

Dr. Zhao nodded, he sighed, and said, "That's it, according to my speculation, the success rate of the operation should be between ten and twenty percent." ”

*

The first day of internship ended successfully, Jiang Lin and Qi Quan changed back into their civilian clothes and walked out of the hospital, two handsome guys walked side by side, so that many little nurses in the hospital couldn't help but look at them a few more times in the busy crowd.

"Twenty percent success rate, Brother Lin, isn't Dr. Zhao really exaggerating?" Qi Quan remembered the incident he heard about Miss Ye from Dr. Zhao in the morning, a young girl in the flower season could not live for two years, and the risk of surgery was as high as 80%, how could he think about it and feel incredible.

Jiang Lin pursed his lips and nodded, "Doctor Zhao won't joke about this kind of thing. I can understand Dr. Zhao's mood, he is eager to save Ye Xin's life, but Ye Xin himself doesn't seem to have any sense of survival, he can only be anxious, and even if Ye Xin obediently cooperates with the treatment, it is unlikely that he can recover. The doctor is not a god, he can only try to save her as much as possible, and rob people with death; If we can't save her, we can only watch her life wither. ”

"Oh, how can you say it so literary, and the fresh life withers...... Aren't you going to die, I'm getting goosebumps. Qi Quan shrugged.

“……”

Jiang Lin gave Qi Quan a caring look for the mentally handicapped without accident.