The Sweetest Thing In the World

Min Yue took Shen Fei's car keys and had to drive the car to the hospital the next day to return it to her. Although he has a driver's license, but after graduating from the driving school, he touched the steering wheel only a handful of times. Min Yue was so nervous that he almost lost sleep.

In order to avoid the morning rush hour, Min Yue woke up early and set off at dawn.

The city has just woken up from sleep, the sun has not yet risen, and the sky has just turned pale. It snowed all night and stopped at an unknown time. There was a vast expanse of whiteness. The trees on both sides of the road were covered with white snow, like ice cream cones.

It was still early, and there were almost no vehicles or pedestrians on the road. Only the staff of the road administration were taking the time to clear the snow and clear the roadblocks.

Min Yue, a novice on the road, heaved a sigh of relief. The road conditions are simple. Just follow the navigation and pay attention to the speed limit and traffic lights.

Maintaining a speed of 50 yards per hour, Min Yue slowly climbed into the First Affiliated Courtyard like a snail, asked the guard to help reverse the car into the warehouse, pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After getting out of the driver's seat, her feet were soft, and Min Yue felt that half of her life was gone, and she was more nervous than the first surgery.

I looked at my phone, it was half past six, and the cafeteria didn't open until seven. The winter air smelled like snow, it was cool and damp, standing outside was not a good choice, Min Yue hesitated for a few seconds, and decided to go back to the lounge first.

The inpatient building was very quiet, and the patients were still resting, occasionally coughing was heard. The nurse's desk was empty, except for an intern sleeping on the desk.

Min Yue walked over lightly, walked through the corridor, took out the key and turned the door lock of the lounge. Just as she raised her hand to turn on the light, she heard the sound of quilts rubbing against each other.

On the lower berth by the window, I slowly sat up alone.

Min Yue was startled, and took a closer look: "Why is Master sleeping here?"

"It was too late yesterday, so I stayed." Xu Mai's voice was a little hoarse, exhausted, with long hair hanging down, his head slightly lowered, covering half of his face.

The morning light was hazy, but Min Yue seemed to be able to see her every breath clearly.

Xu Mai's eyes and Xu Mai's eyebrows are engraved in her heart safely and securely.

Recalling last night that Chen Sitian said that the dean had something to do with her, Min Yue asked with concern: "What happened?"

"There is a patient who is quite serious." Xu Mai said concisely.

Chen Sitian was blah blah blah blah all day long, and she boasted about every little thing, and every word that came out of her mouth had to be carefully weighed, and it was enough to believe it.

Xu Mai is the opposite, she is always calm and composed. The "more serious" in her mouth, in the eyes of ordinary people, is actually very serious.

Min Yue was in a hurry, walked to the bedside, squatted down, eagerly inquired about the specific situation, and learned that a critically ill patient with a dissecting aneurysm was sent to 120 last night. He ran wildly for ten hours and sent him to the First Attached Hospital.

Before coming here, the Department of Cardiac Surgery received a call and made preparations to receive patients in advance, and the dean also specially came to check.

Min Yue had experienced dissecting aneurysms twice, the first time was following Xu Mai's rescue, and the second time was listening to Xu Mai's lecture.

The onset of this disease is very dangerous, and it can kill people in minutes. She didn't understand why the outer hospital risked the patient's death on the way to the hospital and sent it to the First Affiliated Hospital thousands of miles away.

Before she could ask the doubts in her heart, Xu Mai said: "The patient is 36 years old and has Marfan syndrome. Ten years ago, the aortic valve and mitral valve were replaced, and then the tricuspid valve was repaired once. Recently, he developed angina pectoris and went to the doctor again. I saw his film, and the dissection aneurysm of the thoracoabdominal aorta was obviously dilated, and the entire aorta needed to be replaced.”

Xu Mai's tone was always slow and flat, but every time she said a word, Min Yue's heart skipped a beat, and after listening to everything, her whole heart sank.

Marfan syndrome is a genetic disease that affects organs and tissues such as the eyes, bones, and cardiovascular system. There is currently no effective treatment, and most patients cannot live to the age of 50. The leading cause of death is cardiovascular disease, such as ruptured aortic aneurysm, cardiac tamponade, and heart failure.

The patient's physical condition is relatively poor. He has undergone two heart operations before. If he needs to undergo total thoracoabdominal aortic replacement this time, it is difficult to say whether he can survive. Even if the operation is successful, there is no guarantee that there will be major bleeding or infection complications in the future.

Even if all his physical signs are good, the operation itself is extremely difficult. Min Yue remembers very clearly that Chen Sitian said that in the entire First Affiliated Hospital, only the dean and Director Zheng can do one-stage Bental plus total aortic arch replacement and two-stage thoracoabdominal aortic replacement.

Based on intuition, Min Yue felt that the dean's special visit to Xu Mai yesterday should be related to this matter.

After the morning meeting, Director Zheng explained the day's work, and then went to the dean's office with Xu Mai.

Knocking on the door, the dean was looking at the angiography results of the transferred patients on the computer. Hearing the sound, he got up and asked the two to sit down. The secretarial assistant came in and made tea, and then distributed the printed materials to them.

Xu Mai looked through it. In addition to the patient's examination results, there was also an invitation letter—from the Association of Cardiovascular Surgeons.

Every year at the end of the year, major medical associations hold annual meetings one after another, with the purpose of communicating in the industry, displaying newly developed medical equipment and devices, and awarding awards. Some annual conferences have high gold content, and delegates can even obtain national Class I continuing education credits.

The inviter column was still blank, so Xu Mai looked at it, exchanged glances with Director Zheng, and turned to look at the dean.

"This year's National Cardiovascular Surgeons Annual Meeting is hosted by the First Affiliated Hospital, and well-known experts in the cardiovascular field at home and abroad will be invited to give special reports. I discussed with several vice presidents and planned to add a new session to the annual meeting. .”

The dean sat down on the sofa, clasped his hands, and looked carefully at the two people opposite him. "Live broadcast the whole process of thoracoabdominal aortic replacement surgery."

Director Zheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows. "This…"

"It's to promote the golden signboard of our courtyard." The dean looked out of the window, and there was a red cross in the far corner of the sky.

It was another public hospital, which had made a lot of achievements in the cardiovascular field and was a strong competitor of the First Affiliated Hospital.

"In recent years, the patient turnover rate has gradually increased. Many patients have been transferred from our hospital to that hospital. This is not acceptable."

"The topic is far away." The dean withdrew his gaze, "Our hospital has no fewer talents than them, but it is too low-key. This annual meeting is a very good platform. It just so happens that another person with Marfan syndrome and aortic dissection was accepted. With this operation, we can prove to all colleagues that the level of cardiac surgery in the First Affiliated Hospital is absolutely top-notch in China."

Speaking of the key departments that have been carefully built for many years, the dean was full of red, with a sense of accomplishment, and asked with a smile: "The annual meeting is scheduled for this Friday. How is the patient's condition? Can we wait until Friday?"

Director Zheng replied: "At present, all the signs are still stable. It will take a day or two for the preoperative examination and discussion of the surgical plan. It is more appropriate to schedule the surgery on Friday."

The dean nodded, and said: "Appoint the chief surgeon as soon as possible." Then he packed up the documents and prepared to go to the next meeting.

After coming out of the office, they took the elevator downstairs, and the two walked out of the outpatient building side by side, walked through the garden, and walked in the direction of Building 10.

There was no words all the way until Director Zheng opened his mouth to break the silence. He shook his head and said with a smile, "You are really calm. From just now to now, you haven't asked me a single word."

There are several large water tanks in the center of the garden, where lotus flowers are raised. In winter, the branches and leaves are withered, and the tanks are full of snow. Two sparrows landed on the edge of the tank, pecked, and were frightened by the sound of the lighter, fluttering their wings and flying away.

Director Zheng lit a cigarette, held it between his fingertips, and lit it slowly. "For this year's annual meeting, two sub-venues were set up in other provincial capitals. The live video was not only rebroadcast to the sub-venues, but also to foreign countries simultaneously. Do you know what this means?"

A few steps away, Xu Mai listened quietly, knowing it in his heart, but he didn't answer.

Director Zheng continued: "If the operation is done beautifully, it will be famous in the first battle, not only in the domestic and foreign surgical systems, but also in overseas. The famous experts will know that there is such a person in the First Affiliated Hospital. The work was beautiful, and a total aortic replacement was done."

"How many doctors stay up late to write papers, and their hair is almost falling out, and they may not be remembered by others. This opportunity is once in a lifetime, and if you miss it, it will be gone. When you go back to the department, believe it or not, those guys can do it." Fight over this."

Xu Mai remained silent the whole time.

"You don't fight or grab." Director Zheng looked up at her with deep and distant eyes. "However, I want to give you this opportunity."

Xu Mai was a little surprised. Director Zheng was the best candidate in terms of qualifications and skills.

"Director, you..." Xu Maigang spoke, but was interrupted by him waving his hand.

"If I were ten years younger, I would definitely fight to grab it, but I am old." Director Zheng's expression became very soft, and he pressed the cigarette **** into the snow. "My granddaughter was born... When I get older, I suddenly feel that nothing is as important as family happiness."

Xu Mai noticed something, his eyes trembled.

"I'm going to retire and go to my son's house abroad to take care of my granddaughter. The old woman at home said that I must quit smoking, otherwise I am not allowed to hold my granddaughter, but quitting smoking is too difficult."

After complaining, he took out the remaining half pack of cigarettes and threw them into the trash can together with the lighter. "I'm going to retire, but you still have too much to learn."

"I was too kind to you in the past, and I didn't grasp the business tightly enough. I always felt that it would be better if I tempered it slowly. But in fact, time waits for no one." Director Zheng's eyes were full of reluctance and worry.

He turned his face to look at Xu Mai. "After I leave, the cardiac surgery department will depend on you. Can you hold on?"

In mid-air, the helicopter carrying the emergency patients returned from a distance and landed slowly on the top floor of the outpatient building.

The strong wind brought up snow particles, blowing over Xu Mai's skirt, and the hem of his white coat fluttered in the wind.

In the gust of wind, she stood quietly, between the brightly lit hospital buildings, under the red cross hanging high in the air in an attached courtyard, and remained motionless.

Xu Mai spoke softly, calmly, but it contained indescribable power, like the endless snowfield outside Daxing'an Mountains.

Thousands of mountains are covered with snow, and under the snow layer, the earth is warm, and endless life is surging.

The mountains were silent, and between the sky and the earth, there was a quiet sentence: "I can hold on."

Director Zheng's eyes trembled, and he showed a relieved smile, then walked forward slowly, and solemnly patted Xu Mai's shoulder. "I will teach you all the knowledge I have learned throughout my life. Don't worry about surpassing me in the future. We are not cats and tigers. If you teach you to hunt, you will starve to death, Master. Healing diseases and saving lives has never been anyone's patent."

"I understand, Director."

Afterwards, Director Zheng received a call and went to the outpatient clinic. Xu Mai didn't go back to the ward, and stood alone in the flower bed downstairs for a long time.

Through the window, Min Yue saw their conversation, and as soon as Director Zheng left, she ran downstairs and came to Xu Mai panting.

"Master, call..." Min Yue took a deep breath and adjusted her heart rate. "Will Master be the director's first assistant?"

"Do not."

The clouds broke apart, the rays of the rising sun spilled onto the earth, and Xu Maisu's white face glistened in the light golden morning light.

She turned her head and looked at Min Yue with calm and powerful eyes.

"I am the chief knife."

Min Yue was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

After listening to the lecture that time, she went home and checked online, and there were only dozens of doctors in the country who could perform this operation. Some netizens made a big coffee ranking list, listing the top 20, and attaching the profile and diagnosis and treatment expertise.

Someone pioneered Sun's surgery, someone performed the world's first stent implantation of Marfan syndrome combined with aortic dissection, and someone proposed the theory of "endovascular angiology" for the first time in the world...

Everyone's resume is like hot gold, shining beyond reach.

Director Zheng is ranked sixth. In the near future, Xu Mai will also enter this ranking in the name of a subject leader. Thinking of this, Min Yue couldn't help getting excited.

She stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up, thinking that it was so magnificent that it reached the sky. In fact, the mountain is covered with snow, and after each snowfall, the peak will be higher, infinitely, advancing towards the height close to the gods.

The author has something to say: Screaming like a groundhog, I want to be an ink blower for 10,000 years! !

In addition, there is really a ranking list of big names, and you can see it on Zhimouhu (Director Zheng ranked sixth because I wrote it blindly).

Hats off to every amazing doctor on the list.

The stalk of the live broadcast of the annual meeting was inspired by Director Sun of the Department of Cardiac Surgery of Beijing Anzhen Hospital's live broadcast of a German colleague's surgery.