Qu Jing waved to Lei Ting who was standing at the end of the corridor, expressing that he would take good care of the boy, then walked slowly to the man's hospital bed and looked through his medical records.
The man's wife saw that the man was an elderly man in a white coat. There seemed to be infinite wisdom in his gentle eyes, and she felt hopeful in her heart. She rushed to meet him and asked urgently, "Doctor, my husband's leg is still alive." Bar?"
"How long has he been injured?" Qu Jing didn't answer directly.
"It's been two months since I was injured. At first, the skin was just a little bit broken. I thought it would be better if I chewed some tobacco leaves and applied it, but I didn't know it would get worse." Speaking of the past, the woman bowed her head and shed tears, remorseful. The man also uttered a few painful wailings. They are all rural people, relying entirely on labor to survive, and they don't know how to live in the future without their legs.
The cry for help received by the brain suddenly rose, and Han Zhuoyu took two steps back in horror, and pressed against the door panel tightly. Even when he was saving Xiaozheng, he had never heard such a desperate cry.
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Qu Jing looked back at the young man, then continued to check the medical records and CT scans, his brows became more and more wrinkled.
In the ward, you could hear the quiet needle dropping, and he asked again after a few minutes, "What did his attending doctor say?"
When asked about this, the woman's tears that had just been suppressed began to fall again, and she choked up, "The doctor said there is no other way. In order to prevent the condition from getting worse, the only option is to amputate the leg."
Septicemia complicated with osteomyelitis. After two weeks of treatment, the condition still cannot be controlled, and the bacteria in the wound infection have developed resistance to antibiotics. The only way out is to saw the leg, even if the world's top surgeons are assembled , will make the same judgment.
Qu Jing shook his head and sighed, and said truthfully to the woman, "His leg must be amputated as soon as possible. Now the operation only needs to be amputated at the knee joint. After a few days, the whole leg will not be able to be preserved, and it is very likely to endanger his life."
Legs or death, as long as the thinking is not too extreme will choose the latter. The woman covered her face and cried bitterly, while the man gritted his teeth and turned his head away, hiding his distorted expression of despair.
Han Zhuoyu backed away in panic, and didn't stop until he was far away from the ward and could no longer hear the man's cries for help.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Qu Jing caught up and rubbed the boy's furry head.
Han Zhuoyu remained silent, the feeling of powerlessness still accumulated in his heart, which made his chest ache.
Host, can't you bear this level of patients? How do you become a doctor in the future? 9527 is trying to use aggressive methods, if you are afraid we will go back. I will never mention medical school again.
'No, go ahead! The young man shook his head stubbornly, and slowly moved towards another wave of desperate cries for help.
Qu Jing raised his eyebrows with interest, and followed behind him unhurriedly.
Going down to the first floor is the Department of Cardiology, and every ward is basically filled with critically ill patients, and the calls for help are very dense. As soon as he stepped onto the floor, Han Zhuoyu's temples began to throb and hurt. He walked slowly through the wards, listening to the cries of the patients, and finally stopped in one of them. This is a VIP ward, and the conditions are very good. An old man over fifty years old is lying on the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube inserted in his nose and a hanging needle in the back of his hand, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Hearing footsteps, he thought it was his relatives, and turned around with a smile.
His expression was very calm, but on the contrary, there were wailings in his heart. It was not shrill or sharp, but it was more helpless and deeper than everyone else.
The feeling of being pulled into the quagmire and unable to breathe was even more uncomfortable than before, Han Zhuoyu was slightly timid.
"Who are you looking for?" A middle-aged woman came in with a stack of inspection sheets, and when she saw Qu Jing in a white coat, her puzzled expression turned into surprise, "Doctor, please help my dad to see when he can have the operation." .He has been lying in the hospital for two months, and the other patients have been discharged, why is he not recovering?"
"Show me." Qu Jing took the inspection sheet from the woman, and soon had a general understanding.
"Sorry, your father can't have an operation, so he can only accept conservative treatment." Qu Jing shook his head, "Look, his creatinine has reached 400, and if it exceeds 500, he needs hemodialysis. The kidney problem is serious. Blood sugar 29, indirectly caused His blood pressure remains high. Years of antihypertensive and blood sugar-lowering drugs have eroded his organs, making him unable to withstand the damage caused by an operation. Please wait patiently for a while and wait until the blood sugar and blood pressure are under control."
The woman was desperate, but the old man didn't seem to care.
The deep and helpless cry for help kept echoing in his mind, Han Zhuoyu slowly retreated to the corridor, and let out a breath cautiously.
Do you want to continue, host
"Where are you going now?"
9527 and Qu Jing asked at the same time.
Han Zhuoyu pursed his lips, raised his legs and walked towards the place where the cries for help were the loudest, which was the cancer department on the lower floor.
With a pale face, he crushed those shrill screams, desperate cries, and helpless groans step by step, until he reached the end of the corridor.
Across the door, he had already received the sharpest signal, as if even his nerves were trembling. After he knocked open the door with his toe, he was greatly surprised by the scene inside.
A beautiful girl with long hair and shawl was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, holding a picture book in her hand and was painting. The window was slightly opened, and the bright sunlight fell on the clean light blue floor, making her feel very refreshing. The cabinet next to the hospital bed is full of pink roses, and the refreshing floral fragrance covers up the smell of disinfectant.
This is a room full of dreams, as if it has nothing to do with the sharp help signal.
Han Zhuoyu was stunned.
The girl looked over with a paintbrush in her mouth, and her calm expression suddenly turned into surprise, "Hey~ you, are you Han Zhuoyu, right?" The unparalleled handsome face, pure and indifferent temperament, and hands tied with thick plaster, such obvious features You can't go wrong.
Han Zhuoyu nodded blankly.
"Ah, that's great! It's really you! I was thinking about buying a bouquet of flowers to see you yesterday, but you came here. It's so amazing..." The girl jumped out of the bed and ran over with her slippers on. Pulling the boy's soft hair, pinching the boy's pink cheeks for a while, his brows were beaming and cheerful, and there was no sign of sickness at all.
However, as she approached, the shrill cry for help became more piercing.
Han Zhuoyu was about to retreat, but the crisp system prompt sound saved his nerves that were about to break—Ding~ 30 points of positive energy have been collected!
Why is it that the heart is whining in despair, but it can still emit positive energy to infect others? Han Zhuoyu's heart ached slightly, and he looked at the girl's bright smiling face in confusion. Speaking of bravery, it seems that she is the bravest person!
The girl knew about the boy's situation, and didn't care about his taciturnity. She showed him her picture album, and wrote blessings on his plaster, and added a q-version villain of the boy, which was quite vivid.
"This is a painting I drew to relieve my loneliness when I was sick. I have a dream, to become the best cartoonist in the country c in the future." The girl's expression was lost for a moment, and then she immediately cheered up and put a thick stack of cartoons on her face. Handing the album to the young man, he said with a smile, "I'm giving you all of them, and I hope you can bravely face all kinds of difficulties in life in the future. Come on!"
The girl clenched her fist and touched the plaster cast on the boy's arm.
Ding~ Received 100 points of positive energy!
Why is there such a bright and genuine smile on my face when I'm crying in my heart? Why is there such a huge positive energy bursting out despite being in despair? The young man's expression was a little dazed, and his chest was tight.
"Then I will thank you instead of Xiaoyu." Qu Jing, who had stood at the door for a long time, stepped forward, picked up a bag of albums, and glanced roughly at the girl's medical records.
"You're welcome! Next time I'm free, I'll come and see you!" The girl sent the two to the door, waving her hands cheerfully.
After walking far away, 9527 completely blocked the girl's cry for help. Han Zhuoyu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Qu Jing and asked, "What's wrong with her?"
"Late leukemia, only about two months to live." Qu Jing shook his head. It was a strange coincidence that he found that all the people the boy visited were seriously ill and the doctors were helpless.
"Is there no way?" Such a bright smile should be kept forever.
"Unless we find a matching bone marrow transplant as soon as possible. But two months is not enough time." Qu Jing shook his head and sighed.
Han Zhuoyu was silent, feeling very depressed.
"Do you think we are useless as doctors?" Qu Jing smiled wryly, stretched out his knuckle palms, and shook them in front of the young man, "Do you know what they call my hands in country C?"
Han Zhuoyu tilted his head with curious eyes.
"Hand of God. That's the highest compliment for a surgeon. Isn't it amazing that my hands have saved hundreds of lives?"
Han Zhuoyu nodded affirmatively, with longing eyes.
"But there are still more lives passing by my hands. It's not that I don't want to save, but that I can't. No matter how sophisticated technology is, it can't resist the attack of death. Many diseases cannot be cured by our current medical technology. There is no other way but to reduce the pain of the patient as much as possible. Like the man before, the old man, and the little girl just now."
Han Zhuoyu lowered his head, feeling more confused than ever before. He couldn't watch these people suffer in despair and could do nothing. He was a little timid about the future.
"I heard that you also want to be a doctor, are you disappointed now?" Qu Jing smiled slightly.
Han Zhuoyu didn't speak.
"Don't be disappointed," Qu Jing waved his hand. "The diseases that we can't cure now will definitely find a way in the future. Before the eighteenth century, the average life expectancy of human beings was only 18 years old. The successful development of vaccinia made the average life expectancy of human beings take a leap for the first time." , increased to 40 years old. At the beginning of the 20th century, the advent of penicillin saved millions of patients infected by bacteria, and the average life expectancy of human beings experienced a second leap, rising to 65 years old. In the 21st century, AIDS, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases The spread of diseases has reduced the life expectancy of the population by 17 years, but we have invented cutting-edge technologies such as cocktail therapy, cardiac pacemaker, artificial heart, etc., which have increased the average life expectancy of human beings to 70 years. You see, the real hand of God is not us, They are the anonymous scientific researchers who stay in the laboratory all day. Our operating table can only save one person at a time, but they can save thousands of people with their own wisdom, and then change the whole world."
Qu Jing lowered his head, looked straight into the young man's eyes, and said cautiously, "Do you want to try to change the world and everyone's destiny with your own hands?" The young man has a very high IQ but is not good at interpersonal communication, even if his hands are not so flexible , he also has an unparalleled brain. Qu Jing has long discovered that the laboratory is where the boy really belongs. He had a hunch that he would find a new world.
Change the world with your own hands? To snuff out those sharp, mournful, desperate cries one by one? For the first time in his life, Han Zhuoyu felt his blood was burning and boiling. A brand new door opened, and he wanted to let go of the confusion and cowardice in his heart and go to a broader and boundless border.
Host, this is exactly what I want to tell you today. My think tank holds countless cutting-edge technologies, each of which can change the fate of mankind. But in order not to overturn history, I cannot give them to you free of charge, I can only suggest some research directions for you. The key technology that can change human life expectancy in the future is genetic modification technology, and you can work in this direction. But skyscrapers are not erected in the sky. Before that, you must study hard and master relevant knowledge, such as biomathematics, biochemistry, biophysics, human anatomy, medical cell biology, human physiology, human histology, Human embryology, genetics, human immunology, medical parasitology, medical microbiology, medical virology…
9527 reported a large list of subjects, took a last breath, and continued, these are only the most basic subjects, and there are more advanced subjects such as genetic engineering, molecular biology and so on. So host, don't think that you have too much time, start working hard from now on, let us save the world together!
Although the last sentence was a bit of a second word, Han Zhuoyu had to admit that he was moved. If it is said that wanting to study medicine at first was an idea rigidly instilled by 9527, now it has become his own dream.
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