Doctor of Healing

Chapter 380
Ji Xiang took a closer look at the image on the viewer.

The patient's double lung markings became thicker, more obvious on the left side.If it is hypostatic pneumonia, it can be explained reluctantly, but Ji Xiang feels that it is not the same as typical hypostatic pneumonia.

What Director Lu Gang Lu said made sense. A sudden lesion appeared in one lung, which meant that there was a problem, but the specific problem could not be seen just by the film.

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

"Occasional coughing, it should have nothing to do with aspiration." Lu Gang said without turning his head.

"Mr. Lu, why?"

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

He's like a student who can't solve a puzzle, doesn't like anything, doesn't like anything.The tone of the speech was arrogant 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 received the Provincial Natural Sciences and published a paper in "The Lancet". It was a time of prosperity.

But seeing Ji Xiang's expression focused on watching the film, he didn't say anything.

Ji Xiang didn't understand either, so he entered the system space with breathless concentration.

He introduced the patient's condition to the system NPC, and the system NPC said, "Patients who are bedridden for a long time will indeed have many problems."

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

"Empathy?" Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"Do you want to give it a try?" the system NPC asked, "This empathy may be a little special."

Ji Xiang frowned and looked deeply at the system NPC.

The wrinkles on the faces of 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, aortic dissection."

"!!!"

"I was in my 80s and almost 90 years old at that time. We all know that the elephant nose surgery is a near-miss. Even if you are in the middle of your life, there are not many people who can survive the elephant nose surgery."

"I have seen through my life for decades, and I don't want to suffer. I called all the students, watched them one by one, and explained the funeral to them. The main thing was to tell them that I refused treatment, so don't waste all resources on me alone. On the dying old man."

"What happened next?" Ji Xiang was curious.

"I pressed the micropumps for insulin and milk by myself, and I thought it would be safe and painless. But when I woke up, Zhou Congwen was standing in front of me."

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

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

"He just won't listen to me." The system NPC sighed, "It's very painful to say that this person can't walk when he wants to."

"After all, you are very good." Ji Xiang still prefers Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou who "saved" himself from the fire and water several times.

"Well, I was lucky. The 3D printing equipment I just researched made a corresponding bracket for me. It was done through interventional surgery, without open chest, and I didn't suffer." The system NPC smiled slightly, and didn't argue with Ji Xiang much.

"Do you want to give it a try?" the system NPC asked.

Ji Xiang thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Medical science is broad and profound, and medical ethics is even more so. There are a lot of speculative things. I haven't experienced it myself, so I still don't understand it."

While chattering, the system NPC took Ji Xiang to the next surgery room.

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

"!!!" Ji Xiang was startled.

But after a while, I realized that what I felt this time was an old man who was dying.

With peace of mind, Ji Xiang silently felt the body functions of "myself".

There is no urinary calculus or the heart-wrenching feeling of clavicle fracture, but Jixiang feels that an invisible mountain is pressing on "myself", weighing more than a thousand junctures, and even every breath must be exhausted.

The energy to run the half-marathon effortlessly disappeared without a trace, leaving only a body, and the exhausted breathing seemed to be the only evidence that he was alive.

"I" has an underlying disease, and like the patients Lu Gang consulted, Ji Xiang lay down with peace of mind.

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

The feeling of being bedridden for a long time is not too uncomfortable for the time being. Jixiang began to recall the operation process, and he simulated it again and again in his mind.

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

Eating every day is the most painful thing, and swallowing consumes a lot of energy.In addition to eating, he also takes medicine, pays homage to Xintong, injects insulin under the skin, and so on.

Just being alive is already exhausting all his strength, this sentence Ji Xiang only knows what kind of state he is describing at this moment.

As the days passed, there was a time when the nanny asked for leave and her daughter fed herself medicine. Her intention to take care of "herself" was true, but she was not skilled and unskilled, which led to a choking cough.

Ji Xiang felt the choking cough carefully. He knew that in addition to the private goods carried by the system NPC, he also had to perceive the cause of the patient's pneumonia.

The choking didn't seem to have much of a negative effect, it's just that there was a little more phlegm after that.

After another half a month, due to my own cough, wheezing, and excessive phlegm, I coughed again.

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

Little by little, the little energy was pulled away from his body by invisible hands, and Ji Xiang felt that "he" was getting more and more tired.

This kind of tiredness is not the same as pain. After lying down for a long time, the bones of the whole body are sour, as if countless ants are gnawing on him, the sourness is beyond words.

But Jixiang did not forget the purpose of empathy this time, 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 couldn't find the reason.

As the infection worsened and her body temperature rose, her daughter admitted "herself" to the hospital.

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

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

Occasionally, Jixiang would think of the system NPC's choice when he had aortic dissection, but he didn't think so at the time, but now Jixiang gradually understands the system NPC's choice.

Now "I" haven't had elephant trunk surgery, and it's already so uncomfortable without aortic replacement.

but!

It's all just beginning.

On the first day of admission to the hospital, the examination was completed, and the doctor found that "myself" had a lot of sputum, so the nurse asked the nurse to suck "myself" sputum.

With the insertion of the suction tube, Jixiang seemed to have come to hell.

(End of this chapter)