Ji Xiang took a closer look at the image on the reader.

The patient's lung markings are thickened and more pronounced on the left side. If it is said to be falling pneumonia, it can be barely explained, but Ji Xiang feels that it is not the same as typical falling pneumonia.

What Director Lu Gang Lu said makes sense, suddenly there is a lesion in a single lung, which means that there is a problem, but what the specific problem is, I can't see it just from the film.

"Mr. Lu, did the patient have aspiration?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Occasional choking, it should have nothing to do with aspiration." Lu Gang said without looking back.

"Mr. Lu, why?"

"This is not the case with pneumonia caused by aspiration, and the inflammation will be much worse." Lu Gang said angrily.

He is like a student who can't solve a puzzle, he doesn't like anything, he doesn't like anything, he doesn't like anything. The tone of the speech was brutal and full of impatience.

Director Liu was worried that Ji Xiang would be unhappy because of Lu Gang's tone, after all, he had just obtained the provincial self-science department and published the paper "The Lancet", which was the time when the spring breeze was proud.

But looking at Ji Xiang's expression, he watched the film intently, so he didn't say anything.

Ji Xiang didn't understand either, and entered the system space with bated breath.

He introduced the patient situation to the system NPC, and the system NPC said, "Patients who have been bedridden for a long time will indeed have a lot of problems."

His words were leisurely, and he looked at Ji Xiang's eyes as if he was asking for Ji Xiang's opinion.

"Empathy?" Ji Xiang was stunned.

"Would you like to give it a try?" The system NPC asked, "This empathy might be a little special."

Ji Xiang frowned and looked deeply at the system NPC.

The wrinkles on the faces of the system NPCs seem to be full of stories.

"Let me tell you something." The system NPC said slowly, "Ten years ago, I had a serious illness with an aortic dissection."

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"I was in my 80s and almost 90s at the time, and we medical professionals know that elephant nose surgery is a life-or-death operation. Even if you have elephant trunk surgery in the prime of life, not many people will survive."

"After decades of life, I have seen through it and don't want to be sinned. I called all the students and looked at them one by one, and explained to them what had happened, mainly to tell them that I refused treatment and that I should not waste all my resources on me, an old man who was dying."

"And then?" Ji Xiang was curious.

"I pressed the micropump of insulin and milk myself, and I thought it would be painless and I just walked away. But when I woke up, Zhou Congwen was standing in front of me."

"......" Ji Xiang frowned, is Professor Zhou so stubborn? He didn't listen to the old man.

This is no longer a matter of medical care, but of medical ethics.

"He just won't listen to me." The system NPC sighed, "If you want to say that this person can't walk when he wants to go, it's also very painful."

"You're good after all." Ji Xiang still prefers Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou, who has "saved" himself from fire and water several times.

"Well, it's good luck that the 3D printing equipment I just developed made me a corresponding scaffold. The interventional surgery was done, and there was no open chest, and there was no sin." The system NPC smiled slightly, and did not argue with Ji Xiang much.

"Would you like to give it a try?" The system NPC asked.

Ji Xiang thought for a moment and nodded in response, "Okay." ….

"Medicine is broad and profound, and medical ethics is even more so, a lot of speculation. I haven't experienced it myself, so I can't figure it out."

The system NPC was verbose as he took Ji Xiang to the next room.

The light and shadow flickered, Ji Xiang subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

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！」 Ji Xiang was shocked.

But after a moment, I realized that what I felt this time was an old man who was about to die.

Settle down, Ji Xiang silently felt the bodily functions of "himself".

No urinary stones, no clavicle fractures

It was a painful feeling, but Ji Xiang felt that "himself" was pressing an invisible mountain, weighing more than a thousand pounds, and he had to do his best with every breath.

The energy of running a half-marathon effortlessly disappeared without a trace, leaving only a shell, and the painstaking breathing seemed to be the only evidence of his own life.

"Himself" has an underlying disease, and like the patient who was consulted by Lu Gang, Ji Xiang lay down with peace of mind.

It seems that I am used to being busy, and it feels good to be idle all of a sudden.

The feeling of being in bed for a long time was not so uncomfortable for the time being, and Ji Xiang began to recall the operation process, simulating it again and again in his mind.

The family took care of them carefully, hired a reliable nanny, and there was no abuse of the nanny when the family was away.

Eating every day is the most sinful thing, and swallowing requires a lot of energy. In addition to eating, there are also medicines, worshipping Xintong, subcutaneous insulin injections, and so on.

Just being alive has already done his best, and this sentence Ji Xiang only knows what kind of state he is describing at this moment.

As the days passed, once the nanny asked for leave, and the daughter fed herself medicine, her mind to take care of "herself" was real, but she couldn't and was not skilled, which led to a choking.

Ji Xiang felt the cough carefully, and he understood that in addition to the private goods entrained by the NPCs of the system, he also had to perceive the cause of the patient's pneumonia.

Choking didn't seem to have much of a negative effect, just a little more phlegm after that.

After more than half a month, I choked again because of my cough, wheezing, and phlegm.

As time went on, Ji Xiang could clearly feel that he was getting weaker and weaker, and even coughing and coughing up phlegm became laborious.

The already small amount of energy was gradually withdrawn from his body by an invisible hand, and Ji Xiang felt that "himself" was getting more and more tired.

This kind of tiredness is not the same as pain, the bones of the whole body are sour after lying for a long time, as if there are countless ants gnawing on themselves, and the sourness is indescribable.

But Ji Xiang has not forgotten the purpose of empathy this time, and he has been paying attention to what caused the pneumonia.

But after a period of time, the condition became more and more serious, and Ji Xiang did not find the reason.

As the infection worsened and her body temperature rose, her daughter went through the procedures for admitting herself to the hospital.

When he came to the hospital, Ji Xiang no longer felt like he was saved when he fractured his collarbone, and his mood was a little complicated.

For the current "self", living is a draining thing.

Occasionally, Ji Xiang would think of the system NPC saying that he had an aortic dissection, and he didn't think so, but now Ji Xiang gradually understands the choice of the system NPC.

Now "myself" has not had elephant trunk surgery, and it is already so uncomfortable without aortic replacement.

But!

This is just the beginning.

On the first day of admission, the doctor found that "myself" had a lot of phlegm, so he asked the nurse to suck "myself" sputum.

With the sputum suction tube *** coming, Ji Xiang seems to have come to hell.

96.

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