Jiang Yu took the old lady to shoot B ultrasound, and the two waited in the office for a while, Jiang Ningchuan never came back, and Jiang Yu sent the old lady downstairs.

Seeing the fierce-looking driver waiting downstairs, Jiang Yu couldn't help but smack his tongue, thinking about how he could meet some amazing characters on the first day of work.

Jiang Ningchuan didn't come back after following the man surnamed Fang, Jiang Yu didn't bring anything on the first day, and it was inevitable that he would be bored in the office alone, so he looked at the bookshelf on the side and found a copy of the "Compendium of Materia Medica" from it.

It stands to reason that a surgeon in Jiang Ningchuan should not be so attentive to traditional Chinese medicine, but as soon as the book was opened, Jiang Yu was a little speechless.

The book that is not thin is full of Jiang Ningchuan's dense annotations, and almost every page is full, of course, a large part of this is because Jiang Ningchuan's characters are too large, but this does not make people ignore his intentions when reading the book.

Most of the annotations are the use of those medicinal materials in some real cases and the exclusivity of some drugs, so I casually flipped through the two pages, Jiang Yu's reverence for Jiang Ningchuan came spontaneously, and finally understood why the head teacher tried everything to stuff himself into this person's office unconsciously.

The head teacher is really well-intentioned!

The negotiation with Fang Liang was not very pleasant, Jiang Ningchuan walked into the office with his eyebrows twisted, glanced at the book Jiang Yu held in his hand, and said, "What are you reading the "Compendium of Materia Medica" for, shouldn't you read pathology?" ”

For some reason, this very common question gave Jiang Yu a sense of embarrassment that the little secret had been exposed, and he immediately closed the book, saying that he was holding it casually.

Jiang Ningchuan was not in a good mood, and the sentence just now was just a casual remark, and there was no meaning to delve into it.

Although Fang Liang's mother tried her best to refuse the operation, Fang Liang did not have the slightest intention of giving up, he said, he just wanted his mother to be able to accompany him for a little longer.

But why? Jiang Ningchuan thought to himself, when she was just diagnosed with a malignant tumor, why didn't you take more time to accompany her to the hospital?

But as a doctor, he does not have a position to say such things.

And if the patient's family insists on the operation, as a doctor, he has no way to refuse. The premise of a successful operation is that the operation will be performed with Mr. Smith, but in order to allow the specialist invited by the patient's family to enter the operating room, an application needs to be submitted to the hospital and a series of documents must be prepared.

Just thinking about it makes people feel big.

Jiang Ningchuan silently said a dirty word in his heart, and asked the intern who was reading the book on the side, "There's nothing wrong with the old lady, right?" ”

Jiang Yu handed over the things she brought back from the B-ultrasound room and said, "No, but she left the film when she left, saying that she would let you see it." ”

"It's really a gut problem, and the drugs prescribed are enough." Jiang Ningchuan pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke, leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, and did not speak again.

After Jiang Yu sat down, he opened the book carefully, and then read it.

Jiang Ningchuan's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened a slit, glanced at the intern who was like a thief, and ordered: "Look at clinical studies!" ”

The little intern is very faceless, "Don't look at it." ”

"I said what do you want to do with this "Compendium of Materia Medica" in your clinical profession?"

"Take a look at the demeanor of the ancestors."

Jiang Ningchuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Didn't you take it casually?" ”

Jiang Yu: "......" didn't know what Jiang Ningchuan's sudden shrewdness meant, thought about it and didn't speak, stood up and put the book in his hand back on the shelf, and took a copy of "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing" again, so he didn't like to read pathology.

The whole book is written in Chinese, Jiang Yu feels that his brain hurts when he looks at it, and Jiang Ningchuan's book is actually full of annotations.

"Teacher Jiang, how do you know so much about Chinese medicine?"

"Diligence, and talent." After speaking, he said another sentence and asked with a smile: "Do you particularly worship me?" ”

Although Jiang Ningchuan is not a modest person, he will never boast about it, saying that talent is talent.

After all, he was sent to the best medical university in the country at the age of fifteen, and he was guaranteed to study during his undergraduate studies, and then after entering the hospital, he became an apprentice to the most powerful director of the department.

Jiang Yu said in his heart Sure enough, the person who can make the head teacher look up to him is naturally the dragon and phoenix among the people, so he smiled and said nothing.

He knew that he was not a talented person, so he could only make up for it with diligence, and if it weren't for the sickness of bloodsickness, he might have felt that being a doctor might be a good career for him.

But if it's a false proposition, he wants to vomit when he smells blood, and if it's serious, he will pass out directly with black eyes, and he is not destined to be a good surgeon.

Mr. Smith, who was supposed to be with Fang Liang, suddenly walked in, and he opened his mouth to talk to Jiang Ningchuan, this time without using the broken Chinese.

He said, "Jiang, Mr. Fang said you didn't want to operate on his mother, why?" ”

"Because the patient is reluctant to operate."

"But if this operation is successful, it proves that cancer can be cured, at least we are not completely helpless against this disease, this will be the most shocking news in the medical community and even in the world, Jiang, you ......."

"I know," Jiang Ningchuan interrupted Smith's rather emotional speech, saying, "but I respect the patient's wishes more." ”

Smith wanted to say something, but Jiang Ningchuan clasped his hands to his chest, pursed his lips, and put on a very obvious gesture of refusal, showing that he didn't want to say more.

Smith naturally understood, and sighed before leaving.

Jiang Yu thought about it for a long time before deciding to speak, the discussion between the two people just now had brought him too much shock. He moved closer to Jiang Ningchuan and asked, "Can cancer be cured?" ”

Jiang Ningchuan originally suppressed a sense of irritability in his heart, but he was amused by Jiang Yu's English that came out of nowhere, and he said, "Speaking Chinese, what is wrong with you." ”

…… Jiang Yu was a little embarrassed after reacting, touched his nose, and asked again: "What you just said, is it true?" ”

"How is it possible," Jiang Ningchuan frowned, "It's just for the special situation of some individuals, if the operation is successful, maybe you can change your life for a few years, but in the current situation, whether the patient can last until the end of the operation is a question." ”

"Isn't it clear to the patient's family?"

Jiang Ningchuan snorted, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Then ...... him"

"Who knows who he wants to show this filial piety to." When the cancer cells were first discovered, they would not have entered the advanced stage so quickly if they had been treated in time, but now they are dying and trying to save them by all means, and I don't know what the point is.

"But if the patient agrees to the surgery, you can't say no, right?"

Jiang Ningchuan's indignant emotions were completely poured out by this sentence, although he was helpless, he still had to accept the fact of this fucking thing.

If Fang Liang could persuade his mother, this operation would be put on the agenda immediately, but what was the point, it was so painful to live.

Some things don't need to make sense.

I don't know how Fang Liang persuaded him, but his mother finally agreed to the operation, and after the family signed a waiver agreement, the patient was pushed into the operating room, and Jiang Yu, as an intern, also went in with him.

Entering the operating room for the first time in his life, the smell of disinfectant water in it made Jiang Yu's heart beat a little faster, and his palms were also sticky with sweat. Fortunately, I brought plastic gloves, which did not make any difference.

Jiang Ningchuan and Smith confirmed the surgical plan in front of the machine, Jiang Yu's hand was suddenly grabbed, and he saw the old flabby lips move slightly, and let out an almost murmuring pleading.

"Doctor, don't save it."

"Let me die here."

……

The anesthetic finally took full effect, and the hand that grabbed Jiang Yu slowly hung down, and for a moment Jiang Yu even wanted to escape from the operating room immediately, he didn't know how to face the patient who wanted to die in the operating room, and he didn't expect that he would hear such a request when he observed the operation for the first time.

It turns out that the hospital not only has people trying to survive, but also people trying to die.

Under Jiang Ningchuan's instructions, the nurse pressed the operation timer, and after a "tick" sound, the operation really began.

Jiang Yu tried to forget the words he had just heard and focused all his attention on the operation. The smell of disinfectant and masks can effectively weaken the smell of blood, but the red that appears in front of your eyes after the eye touches the blood is absolutely real and cannot be ignored at all.

Jiang Ningchuan could have refused when he proposed to let him observe the operation, but he didn't know what his psychology was, so he decided to follow in after thinking about it.

Maybe I wanted to prove that I could last so long in the first aid that day, so maybe this time I could.

At first, it was bearable, but the retina in the back seemed to be stained red with blood, and the tinnitus was also one after another, and only by concentrating as much as possible could you hear what Jiang Ningchuan was saying.

There was a sudden roar in my head, blocking out all the sounds of the outside world, as if I heard something in my ear, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

"Hemostats." Jiang Ningchuan shouted again, but still did not respond.

"Jiang Yu?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yu suddenly came back to his senses and found that everyone's eyes in the entire operating room fell on him.

He handed over the hemostat, his fingertips trembling slightly, and Jiang Yu said bitterly: "I can't do it, Teacher Jiang, I can't do it anymore." ”

Jiang Ningchuan frowned slightly when he took the hemostat, the movements in his hands were not affected, and he said, "Jiang Yu go down to rest, Yu Tang, you come." ”

After hearing this, Jiang Yu took a step back mechanically, and looked at Xiaotang standing in the position he had just placed, and his heart suddenly swelled with infinite loss.

It's useless, it's so useless.

I thought I would have accepted such a fact a long time ago, but when I found out that it really didn't work, I realized that the truth was not so easy to accept.