When it was his turn, Ji Xiang truly realized what it was like to have a full liver.

Facing death, the Grim Reaper's scythe has already touched his neck, and with a slight movement, he will be harvested.

Holding the film, Ji Xiang watched it for a long, long time. He thought about a lot of things as if he was thinking about it.

The comfort of his lover and the comfort of the doctors at the local hospital were all ignored by Ji Xiang.

He can understand that those round masses are metastases, and the obvious ones are no longer obvious.

It's just that this time the empathy has been very long, and it has never ended.

Ji Xiang is not in a hurry, he cherishes this opportunity - he knows that he has the possibility of living again, and he can experience everything that cancer patients go through.

But even if it was just "a dream", Ji Xiang still felt the threat of death, and his mood gradually became wrong.

Time flies, Ji Xiang is silent day after day, no matter who it is, he is not willing to say even a word.

Maybe it had something to do with liver depression and qi stagnation, but Ji Xiang didn't want to think about it, he quietly waited for that day to come.

Countless times, Ji Xiang thought of the fifteen-minute interventional operation, and one of his hearts seemed to be rubbed repeatedly by sandpaper, and began to bleed, and the blood flow became faster and faster, falling drop by drop.

There seemed to be a smell of blood lingering around Ji Xiang.

He suppressed his irritability, but he had already made up his mind that he must not stay in this hospital.

As for the consequences, hey, Ji Xiang really hopes they will do something.

The disease progresses rapidly, and liver cancer is indeed the king of cancer, and I am afraid that it can only be compared with pancreatic cancer.

For another 2 months, Ji Xiang was terminally ill, lying in a single room specially arranged by the doctor and waiting for that day to come.

He told the doctor twice about his well-being, but the doctor firmly refused, and he couldn't sign or draw it, because there are no relevant regulations in China.

Ji Xiang understands the doctor's approach, and anything the patient himself says will be wiped out because of death.

The doctor has to deal with the patient's family, and it will be bad if one does not admit it at that time.

What's more, the state doesn't stipulate it, and there are some other problems, which Ji Xiang can only endure.

Another half a month has passed, and Ji Xiang has entered a state of cachexia.

He lay weakly on the hospital bed, occasionally talking to his "lover" and forcing a smile.

Even if it is a virtual space, Ji Xiang doesn't want to hurt the people around him, and he tries to make a happy expression to comfort the world at the end of his life.

Even if the world is full of malice towards him.

Even if that operation has always made Ji Xiang haunted and uncontrollable.

For another five days, in a quiet early morning, Ji Xiang experienced the feeling of respiratory circulatory arrest.

It's not as uncomfortable as I imagined, but it's like a relief.

Back in the operating room, Ji Xiang felt like a world away.

After experiencing so many empathy, Ji Xiang did not feel as deeply as he did this time. He silently looked at the system NPC, and had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.

"You're alright." System NPCs kindly asked.

"Teacher, I'm fine." Ji Xiang said in a dumb voice.

In the last days of empathy, he couldn't eat, his whole body was weak, and he had to use all his strength to say a word and make a movement.

Unconsciously, Ji Xiang has become accustomed to this pattern.

Even when he returned to the operating room, he didn't change for a while.

"Break." The system NPC walked over and patted Ji Xiang on the shoulder, "Do you smoke?" ”

"No, but I'd like to smoke one."

When he came to the locker room, Ji Xiang sat under the "No Smoking" sign and lit a white Ganoderma lucidum.

The intense respiratory irritation made Ji Xiang cough very badly.

The system NPC took the cigarette and smiled, "No, don't be reckless, let's talk about it, if you have any questions." ”

"Teacher, you tell me that this thing doesn't exist!" Ji Xiang's voice became more hoarse after coughing, but he tried to speak loudly.

"Unfortunately, it's real." The system NPC gave Ji Xiang a "cruel" answer.

Ji Xiang was silent.

"It's mainly a matter of technical level, and then there are too few doctors in related departments." System NPCs explained.

He glanced at Ji Xiang and saw that Ji Xiang did not speak, nor did he comfort him, but continued to explain.

"Your level of interventional surgery is level 9, which is one of the few in China, so you think it is easy to embolize grade 4 blood vessels. For similar surgeries, few people in the country can guarantee a success rate of more than 95%. ”

"Even if it can be done, an operation takes 4-6 hours, and few people can accept just one thing."

"But ......" Ji Xiang wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

The system NPC smiled, he was reluctant to smoke Ji Xiang's remaining cigarette, he was smelling it most of the time, and he looked a little cute.

"That's the meaning of systematic teaching." The system NPC took a sip, and said happily to Ji Xiang, "I won't explain it if it's specific, I'll ask you something." ”

"Teacher, you say."

"What is the level of the director of the interventional department of the Second Affiliated Hospital?"

Ji Xiang thought about this kind of thing, after all, Zhao Xiangming was "brought" by him.

He immediately replied, "Teacher, Director Zhao's level is also about level 6, although there is no digital performance, but I have a clear feeling. ”

"You see, the director of the interventional department of the Second Affiliated Hospital, has undergone at least thousands of similar surgeries, and the level is level 6." The system NPC said, "Is it enough?" ”

"Not enough."

"So in that era, it was a good effort to treat patients who couldn't help it, and to give a perfusion chemotherapy."

Just do your best? Although Ji Xiang knew that manpower was exhausted, he was not convinced.

In the last few days, "myself" lived a very sad life, forced to smile, and those feelings were stored in the bottom of my heart.

Maybe it's a volcano, and I don't know when it will burst.

"But these are explanations, and explanations are cover-ups." The system NPC changed gear.

"What do you mean, teacher?"

"Even if you don't have the technical level, you can't do that." "The reputation of this hospital is very poor, although the number of surgeries is extremely high, but basically no one in the industry is willing to deal with them, and the low academic status is not proportional to the number of surgeries." ”

"Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people." The system NPC sighed, "I don't approve of doctors having performance reviews or anything like that. Why did doctors and patients have a good relationship in the past? Because doctors don't make money on it. ”

"If your family is not so good, you should be able to perceive the difference. A month's basic salary + 1000 yuan performance bonus and +8000 performance bonus are two different things. ”

"The vast majority of doctors find a balance in it, and that has to do with people."

"But!" The voice of the system NPC is somewhat harsh.

"This hospital is wrong from the root, and then the bad money drives out the good money and becomes what it is today."

"Teacher, what should I do?" Ji Xiang asked.

"It's up to you to decide what to do." The tone of the system NPC softened.

The system NPC chatted with Ji Xiang for a long time, and this time he seemed to be particularly talkative, almost saying nothing.

Ji Xiang knew that the old man was worried that he would leave a psychological shadow.

After chatting with the system NPC for a long time, Ji Xiang left.

"Doctor Xiaoji, you said that it is a new treatment plan, we don't understand." Zhao Zhe asked beside Ji Xiang.