Gradually, the days have become chaotic, black and white, day and night are reversed.

The pain was tormented until the last day, and Ji Xiang returned to the system operating room.

This experience left Ji Xiang speechless, so much so that after returning to the system operating room, he did not take the initiative to "report" to the system NPCs as usual.

"What did you find?" The system NPC asked.

"......" Ji Xiang was silent.

"Sometimes it is necessary to advise the patient's family." The system NPC said, "Listen to the patient's opinion, although there is no euthanasia in China, you can try to do as little useless treatment as possible."

"......" Ji Xiang was still silent.

The system NPC didn't speak, he took Ji Xiang to the locker room, took out the pack of white Ganoderma lucidum that Ji Xiang "bought" for him, and with a flick of his wrist, a cigarette jumped out.

Ji Xiang saw that the pack of cigarettes had not been touched, but the cigarettes that jumped out had traces of teeth biting on the filter.

I think it should be that the system NPC just has a good time with it, but it hasn't really smoked.

"Teacher, it's really boring to be forcibly retained in the end."

I don't know how long it took, Ji Xiang said in a deep voice.

That's the only thing he wants to say.

And when he empathized, Ji Xiang forgot the real purpose - to find out why the patient had pneumonia.

"It depends on the patient." The system NPC said, "Some patients have to live no matter how many sins they suffer, one day counts as a day, and one hour counts as an hour."

"What about you?"

"I don't want to, tired." The system NPC said very calmly and bluntly, "But Zhou Congwen and my lover disagree."

As he spoke, the system NPCs seemed a little annoyed. He bit the filter of the white lingzhi, and he could faintly hear the creaking sound.

"Don't think too much, it's just part of the clinical experience, think about it later when you actually meet a dying patient."

It took a long time for the system NPC to speak.

"Okay."

"Do you understand about pneumonia?"

"......" Ji Xiang was really speechless this time.

I was so uncomfortable that I didn't notice what caused the pneumonia.

The system NPC smiled, seemed to forget the previous unpleasantness, and began to tell Ji Xiang what it was.

……

……

"Old Lou, how is the patient doing?" Director Liu saw that Lu Gang looked at the film as if he was meeting, and he asked impatiently.

"It's okay, look here, why don't I think it's right." Lu Gang's finger clicked on the reader, and it made a loud noise.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's a bit of an artifact at best." Director Liu glanced at it and didn't think there was anything.

Ji Xiang scratched his head, and just wanted to speak, when suddenly Lu Gang's mobile phone rang.

"Director Lu, the patient's blood oxygen is dropping and he is ready to have a tracheotomy!"

"I'll go right away!"

Lu Gang pulled the film off, grabbed the film bag, and walked out quickly.

Ji Xiang followed behind him, and Director Liu was very helpless, "Xiao Ji, I'm waiting for you in the office."

"Good!" Ji Xiang said, and a trot followed Lu Gang and disappeared around the corner.

Director Liu shook his head helplessly.

"Director, Dr. Xiao Ji is also ......" Mr. Wu didn't know how to describe it.

"It's like this when you first enter the clinic." Director Liu smiled, "I want to learn everything, and when he learns more, he will naturally know what to do when he finds that he doesn't have enough time."

Ji Xiang walked briskly behind Lu Gang, full of energy, completely different from the hellish torture he felt not long ago.

It's still better not to be sick, it's better to be young, Ji Xiang cherishes his current health after experiencing the moment of dying.

When he came to the Department of Respiratory Medicine, the patient had already had a tracheotomy, a ventilator to assist breathing, and blood tests were drawn for blood gas analysis.

"Old Lu, the patient may not be able to do it." The director of the respiratory department has some regrets

"I have already explained to the patient's family, and they are still discussing it for the time being."

"Ugh." Lu Gang looked at the patient on the ventilator and sighed softly.

"The idea of survival is quite strong." "When he came to the hospital, he couldn't speak, and he wrote with a pen and paper – you have to do your best."

"......" Ji Xiang was stunned.

It's completely different from empathy.

But yes, the joys and sorrows between people are never the same, and their own experiences only represent themselves.

If you want to live, even if it's only for one day, there should be many such people.

"The words are crooked, but they are recognizable. I just promised the old man that he would go all out, so I contacted Director Bai and asked you for a consultation."

"But if even you don't think there's a good way to do it, it's the end of the day."

After explaining, the director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine said helplessly.

"Teacher, do patients who have been bedridden for a long time still have such a strong desire to survive?" Ji Xiang asked.

"You're Ji Xiang." The director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine smiled, "Ants are still greedy, although the last time is not very comfortable, but people think differently."

It turns out that the thoughts between people are really like being separated by mountains and seas, Ji Xiang thought.

In empathy, both I and "myself" feel that this is an endless torment, but in reality, the patient has been bedridden for many years, and when he comes to the hospital, he still begs the doctor to live a little longer.

Thinking back to the system NPCs, Ji Xiang seemed to have a deeper understanding.

This kind of thing really has to be done on a case-by-case basis.

"I always felt that something was wrong with the film." Lu Gang clasped his hands in front of his chest, supported his cheek with his right hand, and looked at the patient with a frown.

Ji Xiang listened to Lu Gang speak, and then he woke up from the choice of life and death. This kind of speculation can only be based on facts, and cannot be generalized.

He swept away the superfluous thoughts and picked up the patient's medical records.

Sure enough, Bai Xintong was impressive, just like the system NPC expected.

"Mr. Lu, the patient took Bai Xintong orally, injected insulin subcutaneously, and took diuretics for a long time."

"Huh? Questions?" Lu Gang asked casually.

The director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine looked at Ji Xiang with interest.

Everyone knows that Director Bai "assigned" Lu Gang to a regular doctor, and at first everyone thought that Director Bai was unscrupulously suppressing Lu Gang.

But some time ago, in the medical practitioner examination, Ji Xiang won the first place in the country, and he was the first in the full score, and the director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine felt that this matter was a little abnormal.

She had looked at the test paper, and she thought she would definitely not get a perfect score on that paper.

Now, Ji Xiang stood in front of him and said a "nonsense".

In the next second, Lu Gang's eyes lit up, and the layer of window paper was pierced.

"Yes, it's a new visit!" Lu Gang said loudly, "Prepare for the bronchoscope, it must be Bai Xintong's shell blocked in the trachea!"

"Old Lu, are you alright?" The director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine was puzzled.

"Hurry up, it's okay to take it out now." Lu Gang waved his hand without hesitation.