"The results are out, take the results and turn left to see the doctor. The toilet is on the right, go straight for 20 meters. The specimen is placed here and the results are taken in thirty minutes. ”

This is the daily life of the hospital's outpatient laboratory, the bustling crowd, the noisy various voices, every day Zhang Qiao stands in front of the glass window and repeats this line after line. Zhang Qiao is a doctor, to be precise, a laboratory doctor, who is not clinically valued in the hospital, and has no dignity as a doctor in the face of patients. After graduating, I came to the people's hospital in this small county, and I was numb like a machine every day.

"Hey, when is such a day a head, it's like seeing sixty in your twenties. There is no hope, no enthusiasm, no tomorrow". Zhang Qiao thought to himself.

"Doctor, doctor, take my child's blood. When he came back to his senses, he found a young woman standing in front of him, holding the child and urging anxiously. "The child has a fever, right, his hands are so hot, don't worry, hold the child well, there is a little pain, it will be fine all of a sudden", skilled disinfection, blood collection, there are dozens of such children every day, Zhang Qiao has already closed his eyes and can skillfully make this set of procedures in three years.

Doing the same thing every day, some qualified doctors are always impatient with patients, maybe Zhang Qiao is kind by nature, when he sees others sick, he will always compare his heart to his heart, thinking that if it is his own family, he will be anxious, irritable and overwhelmed!

"Okay, hold down the cotton ball, rest next to it, and I'll call you when the results come out. Zhang Qiao smiled and said to the young woman, "Thank you, doctor, I'll wait next to you." While coaxing the child and thanking Zhang Qiao, the young woman slowly walked to the side to rest.

Suddenly, a whirlwind struck, Zhang Qiao's eyes were dark, the whole person softened as if he had no bones, quickly held on to the table, groped and sat on the chair, his eyes slowly seemed to be recovering his light, and his strength seemed to return to Zhang Qiao, and he was still holding the blood of the child he had just picked in his hand, but fortunately he was holding it in the palm of his hand and did not spill it. Gently shake and dilute, take it to the aspiration needle of the instrument, drip a sound, like an old cow drinking water, all the blood in the bullet was sucked into the instrument, looking at the decrease in blood, Zhang Qiao seemed to have a strange feeling in his heart.

The hand that had just held the table seemed to be extremely white and terrifying, and every vein was hideously exposed, like the complex root system of an old tree about to pierce the earth. Zhang Qiao's blood vessels were also about to break free from the shackles of his skin and be exposed in the air.

"Recently, dizziness has become more and more frequent, and my skin is so pale, am I anemic?" As a doctor, Zhang Qiao is still very clear about his physical condition, he has been practicing taekwondo since he was a child, and he has always believed in practicing martial arts.

Is it hookworm? No, I have no history of exposure. Iron deficiency anemia? I often eat offal and the like, and I checked last time that there was no iron deficiency. Could it be leukemia??? Zhang Qiao's mind has begun to make up what type of leukemia he is, and what kind of plan should be used for chemotherapy.

Therefore, many times people are not sick to death, but are scared to death, as a doctor, the disease really happens to himself, he is more vulnerable than ordinary people, because he knows how difficult the disease is to treat, how often people survive by luck, sometimes ignorance is really a rare happiness.

It was now 11:50 p.m., the hospital was deserted, and the security guards turned off some of the lights that were not used, which added a lot of silence to the atmosphere. "Do I want to give myself a needle, I'm afraid to do my own examination during the day, and my colleagues laugh at me when it's okay, saying that I'm a big man who can kill a cow and suspect that I'm anemic. Now I happen to be working the night shift, so I can secretly do a check-up to see the results."

Take out the blood collection needle and disinfect it with alcohol, except for doing experiments when he was studying, Zhang Qiao has not pricked himself for a long time, after all, it is easy to be ruthless to others, but it is too difficult to be ruthless to himself, and when he is inexperienced, he often does not use enough force, the needle pierces the flesh but can't squeeze out much blood, and he squeezes it hard to the end, and there are five or six holes in each finger that are bleeding, and he can't believe it. However, after three years of work experience, Zhang Qiao is no longer the Wuxia Ameng of the year, aiming at his fingers, fast, accurate, and ruthless three words silently, Zhang Qiao has already pierced his skin, and when he squeezes hard, Zhang Qiao feels that something is wrong.

As a doctor with a certain amount of work experience, Zhang Qiao is already familiar with blood collection, the length of the blood collection needle, the hardness of the skin, what kind of person should use what kind of force, Zhang Qiao knows everything about it. Under normal circumstances, if you pierce it to such a depth, a large drop of bright red blood will come out with a gentle squeeze, not like this, it takes the strength of the milk to squeeze out such a little bit, as if it is the last bit in the skin of the toothpaste, and the stingy person pushes hard and hard, and finally squeezes out the last leftover.

To be honest, the last point of toothpaste is semi-solid, yes, if your blood gives you that feeling, your worldview will collapse a bit. This is Zhang Qiao's blood, not a normal bright red, but a deep dark red, which seems to have a slight tendency to purple. Like toothpaste sticking together, with extremely poor fluidity, thinking that this is such a thing flowing in his body, Zhang Qiao's heart has 10,000 *** run over, "What is this? Blood is not like blood, pus is not like pus, no matter how you go on the machine to do a blood routine first, see if you are poor or not, and then use a little blood to look under the microscope." It's just that this time I picked so little, I don't know if the instrument will come out unexpectedly. ”

Every time the blood is routine, the instrument has to inhale a certain amount of blood, if it is not enough, it is very likely that the instrument will not be able to classify, resulting in abnormal and inaccurate results, Zhang Qiao really can't squeeze the bleeding, the dead horse is regarded as a live horse doctor, and his blood is diluted and detected.

With the development of science and technology, the detection methods are also changing with each passing day, a small little blood, through the analysis of various characteristics such as the size of the cells, can analyze a series of indicators such as white blood cells, red blood cells, platelets, etc. However, the instrument also has limitations, and some abnormal cells, such as various strange-shaped cells of leukemia patients, cannot be analyzed.

With a drip, all of Zhang Qiao's blood was sucked into the instrument, and nothing was left, "Don't suck up, don't suck up, get results, get results" Zhang Qiao was praying silently in his heart, and when he refreshed it, he saw that the screen was full of asterisks, and not even a single item was analyzed.

"It's really unlucky, the blood that was finally collected, the amount is too small to absorb the air, there is no result, forget it, I'll go under the microscope to see the situation" With the sound of the bang, the instrument is flushing the pipeline, flushing the analyzed blood into the waste liquid tank, the clock is moving towards twelve o'clock in the morning little by little, the waste liquid barrel is full of the remnants of the blood analyzed all day long, showing a disgusting maroon, in the place where Zhang Qiao did not see, after his blood entered the waste liquid barrel, like a drop of ink dripping into the water, it is dyeing the red black little by little.

The last bit of blood is carefully smeared on the glass plate, and a drop of normal saline diluted for easy observation, also to maintain the normal morphology of blood cells. Under the microscope, Zhang Qiao observed carefully. The general microscope has three multiples, tenfold, fortyfold, and one hundredfold. Generally, look at the approximate number below 10 times, carefully observe the movement of cells under 40 times, and if you want to look at the morphology specifically, you need to observe it under 100 times the commonly known oil mirror after staining.