Sometimes the medical staff are really helpless, not because they don't want to save it, but because there are too many monks and too little porridge, they really can't save it.

Especially in recent years, there have been frequent medical troubles, and the relationship between doctors and patients has become more tense, and many people are reluctant to study medicine, or do not let their children study medicine.

There are fewer and fewer people like the Han family who have studied medicine for generations.

"Mom, let's go take a look." Han Yingying didn't know what she could do if she went, but if she didn't go to take a look, she couldn't rest assured.

Han's mother helped her and cautiously passed.

The patient looked young, in his early thirties.

The sunken cheeks and the shadows under the eyes are obviously a disease caused by overwork.

Next to him should be his wife, with a child less than five years old, crying heartily.

The gray-haired parents kept begging the nurse to find a doctor quickly.

The nurse could only explain over and over again that there was no doctor now.

That scene, the hearts of those who watched it were sour.

Seeing Han Yingying, the nurse couldn't help but sigh: "Han Yingying, it would be nice if you were a formal doctor." ”

Then his eyes fell on her towering belly, and he shook his head: "Even if you turn positive, you can't do it." ”

They really can't do anything about it.

The parents seemed to see the dawn, and knelt at Han Yingying's feet with a puff: "Doctor, please, save my son, we kowtow to you." ”

"Don't do that, I'm just an intern."

"It doesn't matter, interns are also doctors, please, as long as you are willing to save my son, we are willing to do whatever you want us to do."

The young wife also knelt down and begged, "Please, doctor, save my husband." ”

When the young child saw his grandparents and mother kneeling, he also knelt down and said in a childish voice, "Please, save my father." ”

Han Yingying was even more sad: "I'm sorry, I don't have the qualifications to operate." And I could go into labor at any time, so I wasn't fit to go to the operating table."

"Can my son just wait for him to die?" The family fell into despair all at once.

It's a storm outside, I can't transfer to the hospital, and I can't wait for a doctor.

Even if you are successfully transferred to the hospital, there may not be a doctor.

Listening to their cries, Han Yingying couldn't help but shed tears.

"Doctor, are you afraid of responsibility? We are willing to sign a disclaimer. No matter what happens, we promise that we will never bother you and the hospital. Please, save my husband, he's only thirty years old."

The young wife grabbed the last straw and was reluctant to give up.

"But my situation is really not suitable for the operating table"

"Isn't it a doctor's duty to heal the sick and save people? Do you want to watch a sick person die in front of you and be indifferent? ”

Han Yingying was speechless when asked.

"Please, even if there is only one percent hope, we don't want to give up."

Han Yingying took a deep breath and gritted her teeth: "Okay, I promise." ”

The family looked at her in ecstasy.

"But I want to state that: first, I am only an intern, and I am not qualified to operate in surgery, nor have I ever operated in surgery. Second, I am likely to go into labor at any time, so there is no guarantee that the surgery will be smooth and successful. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as you're willing to save it, we'll all admit it."

Waiting is death, and there is hope for life if you fight.

"Okay, get ready for surgery." Han Yingying closed her eyes, and then looked at the nurse with a determined gaze.

The nurse looked at her worriedly: "Han Yingying, what if something happens to you like this"

"It's okay, we bear it, we took the video as evidence, and we are willing to sign a disclaimer." The family was afraid that Han Yingying would regret it, so they hurriedly stuffed the mobile phone that took the video to Shen's mother.