"Xiaoyue, go outside and comfort the patient's family."
"Yes, Director."
"Alright?"
"No, Director, there are no family members of the patient outside the operating room."
"Has the patient's family not been notified yet?"
"It should have been notified, but..."
"Okay, go and urge the blood bank, hurry up."
"good."
Many times, the rescue process is more like a marathon race, testing the endurance of both parties.
The human body is really a very fragile thing. No one can understand it better than doctors. It seems that "human beings" have been given too many super-level meanings and symbols in various literary and artistic works.
How tender it is.
The profession of doctor not only requires praise from the outside world, but sometimes also requires encouragement and moving oneself from time to time, otherwise it will be really difficult to hold on.
As long as the patient is still persisting, you cannot give up. When everything that should be done has been done, what is often left is a kind of companionship similar to that between an athlete and a trainer.
It's a torture for both of them.
If you can finally cross the finish line, everyone will be happy;
But the fact is, here, when you start a race, most of the time you can’t see the shadow of the finish line.
After failing at the same thing too many times, you still have to continue to participate in the next "failure" with a high probability with full energy. If this is not torture, what is it
Director Wang signaled to the nurse beside him to wipe the sweat off his face. To be honest, his eyes were already a little dizzy.
This is not because of age. There are two kinds of men in this world. One is the man who never admits he is old, and the other is the man who says he is old but it is just talk.
Especially for Director Wang, in order to respond to the national call, his wife has successfully conceived a second child.
Although even Director Wang himself was not clear what kind of power was supporting the patient to persist, he at least had a principle in his mind;
As a doctor, you can choose to give up while working, but the prerequisite for giving up is that you must give up first after the patient and the patient's family members give up.
This principle may seem a little difficult to understand and cold, but it is already a precious warmth.
The masked young man wearing a hospital gown came to the operating room door and pushed open it.
The doctors and nurses inside were still continuing their work, as if no one had noticed his appearance.
The masked youth walked to the operating table.
Looking at the busy scene around.
Most of his expressions have always been hidden behind coverings such as masks and face masks, but his eyes have always been calm.
This kind of tranquility is not the peace of people living by the small bridges and flowing water, but more like the indifference of the vast earth.
"Actually, you don't have to hold on all the time."
The masked youth spoke.
Although, the person lying on the operating table is not able to respond at this moment.
But the electrocardiogram and indicators of various instruments clearly show that he is still doing his best to "stay alive".
Even if,
This kind of living,
Just unilaterally bearing the pain of mortals.
"People's vision is always short-sighted, superficial, and one-sided..."
“Just like in daily life, if your hands and feet are scratched, they will heal after a while.
If you catch a cold, just rest for a few days, take some medicine, and you will recover after a while.
People often numb themselves and think that anything can be restored.
this,
It’s human perception.”
"But this is fake. In this world, there is no such thing as true restoration."
The masked young man lowered his head and glanced at the injured person on the bed.
When you become a mortal,
Your suffering, your feelings,
They will be no different from ordinary people.
This subordinate was like someone holding up the baffle of an out-of-control truck to prevent it from sliding further when a car accident happened.
He didn't dare let go because his master didn't give the order to end the game.
He was buying time for his master, and for this he was enduring terrible torture and suffering;
Even if his master is just standing behind him,
Doing things that seem to have little meaning,
for example,
See the scenery and think about life.
"You said that you sensed something was wrong the first day he and I started playing chess."
"In fact, I already discovered it when you got off the bus that day to rescue them from the car accident."
"You said that a thousand years ago, I took you out of the Buddhist world for the first time and came to Hell. You met him and he walked in front of you. You were scared."
"Actually, I was scared that time too."
"You said that for thousands of years, there have been rumors in hell that he lost the inheritance left by his ancestors in the name of ruining the family."
"In fact, I was confused for a while, thinking that this was really the case."
The masked youth slowly closed his eyes.
around,
A faint and peaceful Buddhist sound began to emanate.
In the operating room, the medical staff who were working hard to perform rescue operations inexplicably felt a peace in their hearts, as if their previous anxiety and fatigue were swept away in an instant.
The soul is soothed and the emotions are relieved;
“I came, I found him, and it seemed like, it was a game of cat and mouse.
But in reality,
Who is the prey and who is the hunter
It’s really hard to say.
Is it my cat catching the mouse or my dog jumping off the wall? I think the latter is more appropriate. "
“The car accident that day was his invitation, he meant to play a game;
I took it. ”
"Just like a thousand years ago when I said I wanted to discuss Buddhism with him, he readily agreed."
“Thousands of years ago, I dug a pit for him;
A thousand years later, he dug a pit for me;
This cause and effect has come to an end.
The reason why I let this game continue until now is that I still have some hesitation;
Why is this game so simple
Just like one month before the imperial examination, the test questions were placed in front of me.
I am old. Although I originally said that I am not old enough to reach the level of "immortal", I have to admit that I am indeed old.
Back then, I dared to say that I would not become a Buddha until hell was empty;
now,
Thousands of years later,
I have personally completely smoothed out these so-called edges and corners.
Sometimes, looking back,
I smoothed out the edges and corners for the sake of Buddha nature,
whether,
Are those edges and corners my true Buddha nature? "
“These days, I am hesitating, wandering, and thinking;
When we pray to Buddha, we are praying for liberation, for a home, for peace, but in the final analysis, what we are praying for is an answer.
Standing in front of the Buddha,
You can talk to the Buddha.
Buddha can answer your questions and resolve your doubts;
This is the Buddha.
However, the Buddha's answer did not come from the Buddha.
Green lamps, old walls, and a futon altar.
You are asking about Buddha.
And Buddha,
It is in your heart.
Buddha,
It is a medium.
The answer you get from Buddha is actually the answer your own heart gives to yourself.
This is the Buddha in my heart.
Pay homage to the Buddha,
It is better to worship yourself.
then,
It was after I realized this that I left the Buddhist world.
For them, because they need to be high and mighty, therefore, Buddha must be high and mighty;
To me, Buddha is a blank sheet of paper, a blank sheet of paper for people to step on. This is Buddha, and this is the true... height.
What is higher than a man is a house;
Anything higher than the house is a hill;
Higher than the hills are mountains;
Higher than the mountains are the clouds;
Higher than the clouds is the sky.
In this world, there are mountains higher than the other. You can always find something higher than what you see in front of you.
However,
Those for you,
What's the point
For myself,
The mountains, white clouds and the sky are all things that are out of reach.
The real highest,
It’s the top of your head.”
“This game is exciting, but it will eventually lose its obsession, and in the end, it will only be boring.
Maybe what he really wanted was for me to retreat from my doubts.
Maybe he wanted me to take a gamble in my anxiety.
I prayed to Buddha, but the altar was empty. I wanted to invite the immortals to come down and worship Buddha, but that didn't satisfy me. I wanted to see what a real immortal looked like.
But he had been to that place earlier than me, and begged for help, and finally became a scapegoat.
I don't know him very well, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to figure out the mystery of this thousand-year-old mystery until the sword was about to touch my neck.
He knows me very well, even better than I know myself.”
The masked youth stood up.
He walked slowly to the door of the operating room.
"I have hesitated for too long, and I have been confused for too long."
"When I have some free time, I dream of ancient times.
The mighty men of old laughed and cursed, and the heavens collapsed at any moment;
In this seeming illusion,
I approached them.
They asked me,
Where are you from
I answer:
From bliss;
They asked me,
Why are you here
I answer:
Come here to pray to Buddha.
They laughed.
They laughed and said,
When they were born, there was no Buddha in the world. "
“Beep…”
On the electrocardiogram, there was a cold straight line.
Director Wang bit his lip and raised his head. Was it relief, regret, or bitterness
He didn't know, but he just felt empty in his heart.
Everyone in the operating room fell silent at this moment.
They were mourning the passing of a life, but they didn't know that for the patient on the operating table, this was a relief, a new life, a... return.
At the door of the operating room,
The masked youth stretched out his hand.
He pushed open the door;
At the door,
A young man in a black robe stood with his head bowed.
With a smile on your face,
It seemed as if he had been waiting for a long time.
When the masked youth stepped out of the operating room,
The bandages on his body began to dissipate.
The wounds on his body began to heal.
A simple cassock appeared on his body.
A golden mask replaced the mask and continued to cover his face.
His voice was still calm, still clear, and still without the slightest hint of worldly affairs or disturbances:
“Since you said that when you were born, there was no Buddha in the world;
Therefore, I have come here specially to pay homage to you."