Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 801 Silence and Darkness
Disturbing things still happened, and it was clear to him that he was once again caught in some kind of predicament that he wanted to abandon completely.

Consciousness seems to be stuck in the mud, the body is a cracking clay, one part is trying to bond, and the other part is struggling to disintegrate in the opposite direction into a fragmented decadence.

Sometimes, salvation is also an escape, escaping the deep-rooted fear of death in the heart, turning around firmly on the edge of not admitting and not facing, running with breathlessness under the scorching sun, and shuttling through the possibility of collapse at any time. In the cement stone city, no matter who the opponent is, the one who is on the line is the doctor's savior.

Fang Ming has not felt this way for a long time, his chest is tired and his brain is not clear enough.

Since Chu Lin's operation changed from one emergency treatment to two superimposed major operations, it was both physically and mentally consuming.

During the hours of concentrating and pulling with death, Fang Ming's attention always maintained a higher standard than full concentration. The concentration from nerves to muscle tissue formed by years of training. To outsiders, this doctor is completely relaxed, as if Surgery is not such a difficult technique, as if it were an ordinary skill that everyone could master at a glance, not much more difficult than cycling and swimming.

This is a deceptive illusion at all. The engrossed person does not look tense or tense at first sight, but a deceptive softness and ease, because all the The movements are in line with the strict requirements of the surgery, and the precision brings a deceptive state of relaxation.

In addition to Chu Lin, Fang Ming had three scheduled operations that day. The delayed operation brought a squeezed break. After hurriedly eating a few bites of sandwiches and half a cup of coffee, Fang Ming rushed into the operating room again. , every patient should be fully devoted, this is a habit he has been practicing for a long time.

When all this is on the right track and over time to the next shore, the patient can trust that the decision to operate is good for his body, the family can let go of the inner struggle, conservative treatment, medication and surgery. Struggling is staged between patients and their families almost every day. Sometimes even if the operation is successfully completed, the patients and their families will fall into a new cycle, worrying about the details of the prognosis, and worrying that this fait accompli will still happen in the future. One day, he preyed on the lives of his relatives in the form of a demon. At that time, today's decision became an unbearable burden in his life, an unforgivable sin when he woke up in the middle of the night.

Those who are unwilling to carry it naturally cannot make decisions about life.

But no one is stronger than anyone else. It is human nature to withdraw and be indecisive.

But doctors are different. Often thinking about these unanswered questions is just a waste of energy for no reason. Energy is another scalpel, and is often more important than medical skills.

Therefore, in addition to fighting in the operating room, a good surgeon has another battlefield, a battlefield that can only be faced by himself. The enemy is like the misty, indifference and indistinguishable monsters in the Cthulhu mythology, they are invisible. Wuying revealed a huge fear that made people instantly powerless.

Yeah, don't know what the enemy is, only know that the enemy must exist.

In order not to fall into the fog and lose his fighting spirit, Fang Ming always concentrates his thoughts and concentrates on everything that can be concentrated.

These methods are usually effective, otherwise it is to hide in a dark bedroom, with curtains that completely block the light of the sun, like a dark box, which may contain death.

A surgeon's death, sleep-death.

The day's work was not smooth, because the operation that he had to perform was the only way to escape the constant questioning of his family.

He has done everything brilliantly, but he can't relax, he can't let go of his breath, he is tired, sleepy, he needs rest, he needs enough sleep to deal with the daily work, every day is overloaded work, every day needs face life and death.

He hadn't died of a patient in such a long time that he almost forgot the nightmare of watching the patient leave, although it was impossible to forget.

The professor did not die in front of him, nor did he experience the process of the professor's death, but the professor's voice, face and smile came alive in Fang Ming's mind, and then declared that death had indeed come in a frozen state.

No one can change all the grief of death. Families fear this grief, and they will do everything they can to avoid exposure to it.

But doctors are different, doctors sometimes have to rush to death, chasing after it or even rushing in front of it to stop it from happening.

This is a cause that Fang Ming loves and is willing to devote to it. He hates it like everyone hates death, but sometimes he also feels that death is like a fish, it keeps trying to catch it, and hopes never to touch it .

The professor who died was very thin. Pancreatic cancer quickly reduced his weight. The originally healthy body was overwhelmed. The thin body was an exaggerated imagination. A weak flower appeared on the body afflicted by cancer. The translucent petals bloomed from the abdomen, as bleak as the autumn chrysanthemum.

In spring, the house is surprisingly cold.

Fang Ming wanted to drink a cup of hot water, but he was tired but trapped it in place, he couldn't move, and his heart was stuffy and painful under the pressure of nameless force.

The flowers bloomed all over the body, and the professor's face changed. The face he knew was Chu Lin.

The phone was in an uproar, interrupting the fiery fear like volcanic lava, Fang Ming picked up the phone, and Shen Zifeng's voice came from the other end.

He handed the patient over to Shen Zifeng, and it was estimated that he had to keep busy with more than a dozen patients.

At this time, most of the calls were to ask Fang Ming to rush to the hospital, and rushing to the hospital usually meant that the patient was suffering and helpless on the edge of life and death.

"Which patient?" Fang Ming said calmly, suppressing his fear.

"It's Chu Lin." Shen Zifeng's voice was indistinct, with a slight noise, and there was someone arguing behind him.

"What time is it." Fang sat up, ready to run to the hospital at any time. "How is the situation now, is the director there?"

Fang Ming has already run downstairs, and his soul has almost reached the hospital, to the patient's side.

"The director is here, don't worry."

"Rescue her, she can't die, Shen Zifeng, save her." Fang Ming did not expect that he would be so afraid of losing a patient.

Shen Zifeng hurriedly shouted, "Don't worry, Chu Lin is awake."

(End of this chapter)