Xu Yanwu is about to graduate from graduate school, and there will be a graduation concert. He informed Shen Shiyan of the time early, and after getting the ticket, he contacted Shen Shiyan to ask him when he was at home, and said that it would be delivered to him.
"I just finished my vacation, what date is your concert?"
"Number nine."
Shen Shiyan looked at the calendar, and he really didn't have time to rest before the 9th. After hesitating, Xu Yanwu over there opened his mouth.
"I'll take you to the hospital this weekend."
Shen Shiyan didn't expect him to say this. After all, for so many years, Xu Yanwu's resistance to the hospital never subsided. Occasionally, when he got sick, he would go to his house to wait for him.
After putting down the phone, he sighed, the child finally grew up.
"Doctor Shen, it's time to prepare for the seventeen-bed operation."
"Just come."
Meng Xintang held the Chinese herbal medicine formula in his hand, frowned and asked the elder brother in the group, "Can this work?"
"It definitely works, can I fool you?" The elder brother was correcting the picture and said without raising his head, "My wife just used this prescription to apply it. Jinan's most famous old Chinese medicine doctor is reliable."
Meng Xintang thought about it and realized that a topical Chinese medicine should not have any side effects. He gave this thing to Shen Shiyan, and if he didn't use it, he weighed it by himself.
He took a photo of Shen Shiyan and sent it to him, and asked him if this medicine was feasible. But after waiting for a long time, Shen Shiyan didn't reply.
"Hey, Xintang, if you're all right now, go to the factory and help me keep an eye on it. I have to go to twenty-four, where I'm doing experiments. I guess I'll have to work until two o'clock today."
"What is the factory doing?"
"Da Xiao and their equipment are accepted."
Meng Xintang looked at today's date and said, "No, our group hasn't passed the review period yet, and we don't have permission to go to the factory."
The eldest brother heard it and muttered, "You said that you are making a lot of shit, and you don't even look at how many people we have in total, and you have to change blood."
The two were talking when the phone rang, the elder brother picked it up, Director, looking for Meng Xintang. Meng Xintang answered the phone and saw the eldest brother across from him lip-synching at him: "Come and live."
When Meng Xintang finished today's newspaper clippings at night, the news of Shen Shiyan came back.
"I don't know much about traditional Chinese medicine, but I've used it for a while, so it might be useful. But my shoulders are really fine, so I don't have to worry about it."
Meng Xintang pondered the news on the screen for a while, and decided to help him grab a few servings over the weekend before he was busy. He had to study whether there was a way to fry them in advance and save them. Although that person was a doctor , but it should not be the actual operation of frying traditional Chinese medicine.
Xu Yanwu didn't know how many years he had been in the hospital. As soon as he came in, he immediately held his breath, not wanting to smell the smell that made him uncomfortable.
The Department of Thoracic Surgery was on the fourth floor. As he passed the elevator, Xu Yanwu glanced at him and saw a few people pushing an old man who had lost consciousness. The man who pushed the wheelchair was talking with his head tilted. He probably didn't pay attention to his hand. The wheelchair turned to the side. The woman in the elevator who was in charge of pressing the floor hurriedly yelled at him to remind him not to knock on the patient.
The man turned back, cursed something in a low voice, and tilted the wheelchair in his hand impatiently.
Xu Yanwu watched, took a deep breath, and went straight to the stairs.
He searched for a long time to find the room with Shen Shiyan's name on it, knocked on the door and entered, but there was only a young doctor inside. The young doctor looked up to see him and asked, "Are you Dr. Shen's younger brother? He just went to the operation. It is estimated that it will be a long time. He said that you can leave first after you leave something for him."
Xu Yanwu was surprised, didn't he say there was no surgery today
He took out the book from his bag, flipped out the ticket inside, and pressed the ticket on Shen Shiyan's table. Xu Yanwu thought about it and asked, "Can I wait for him here?"
"Okay," the young doctor got up and poured him a glass of water, "but the operation time may be really long."
What Xu Yanwu was thinking was that he hadn't seen Shen Shiyan for a long time. At 5:30, when Shen Shiyan finished the operation and got off work, he happened to have a meal together. It didn't matter if he was late, it was supper . He found a seat and sat down, took out his mobile phone and saw that the battery was about to run out, so he simply flipped through the book with the ticket in it and started reciting the score.
As soon as "Spring River, Flowers and Moonlight Night" was silent until "Ye Nai Gui Zhou", the door of the office was pushed open. The person who came was an elderly doctor. He didn't enter the door. He stood at the door and asked the young doctor inside: "Is Xiao Shen doing a 22-bed operation?"
The young doctor flipped through a small notebook on the table, stood up and said, "Well, the old man on the twenty-two bed was almost healed after the last operation, but this morning it started to hurt again for some unknown reason. It took more than half a day, and it worsened in the afternoon. I was almost out of breath, and I saw that… Dr. Shen looked at the operation in the morning and said that it was very dangerous.
Xu Yanwu looked at the doctor at the door and felt that his face was not very good. Just thinking about it, I heard him scolding: "A monkey cub, you are so daring."
Hearing this, Xu Yanwu's heart sank a little.
"What's wrong with him?" Without saying hello, Xu Yanwu stood up and asked directly, "Is there any problem with the operation?"
The elderly doctor was taken aback by the person who suddenly jumped out, and did not react.
Xu Yanwu asked, "What's the problem?"
After all, it's a hospital thing, and it's usually not publicized. The elderly doctor paused and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm his younger brother, and my name is Xu Yanwu." Xu Yanwu didn't ask what the reason was, but turned to ask the young doctor, "Where is the operating room?"
The young doctor was obviously a little confused, but he still replied immediately: "On the fifth floor, turn left from the elevator and go to the end..."
Before he finished speaking, the young doctor saw that the young man who was quietly reading the book just now rushed out.
The doctor at the door looked at his disappearing back and kept thinking, "Xu Yanwu" seems to have been heard somewhere.
"Director, what's going on?" The young doctor also felt wrong and asked, "Is there any problem?"
"Oh, don't be too busy, come and have a look with me. The head nurse told me just now that the nurse said that when cleaning today, they found vitamin tablets under the bed. They suspected that they did not give the old man any medicine, but took vitamin tablets instead. of."
The young doctor was stunned: "But in the morning... they were in a hurry... "
"Hurry up and squeeze the last drop of blood from the old man. I dare not say the purpose at the beginning, but later it was to swindle money."
The two walked out of the office and walked to the stairwell together. The young doctor remained silent, his eyebrows furrowed. The old director thought that he was shocked by what he had just learned, thinking that he was still young and fearing that it would cause him a shadow, he enlightened him a few words while walking.
"In the hospital, you can see anything, don't feel cruel, you will understand later. Although you can't think too bad about people, you can't think too good about people."
"No, Director," the young doctor shook his head, his voice full of uncertainty, "Actually, I was wondering if Dr. Shen really couldn't see that his condition worsened because he stopped taking the medicine."
In such a hurry, no one can really calm down and analyze things in such a hurry. The old director has been a doctor for so many years, and he has seen a lot of such chilling things, and every time this time comes, he will only repeat one sentence in his heart: as long as the operation is successful.
"As long as the surgery is successful, it's fine."
But before the bad consequences of the second half of the sentence could be thought through in the old director's head, they had already heard the chaos at the door of the operating room. The young doctor's heart skipped a beat, and immediately quickened his pace. He was too anxious to pay attention to the front and bumped into a tall man.
"Sorry." He said quickly.
My knees felt warm for a while, and it was a big bag of traditional Chinese medicine.
"Xu Yanwu!"
The young doctor suddenly heard a loud shout from Shen Shiyan, and was about to run, but saw the man beside him rushing out ahead of him.
Meng Xintang was not sure that the figure that flashed by on the stairs was Xu Yanwu, but when he saw it, he followed. I didn't expect to hear Shen Shiyan's voice when I walked here.
"You pay my father's life!"
After Meng Xintang heard Shen Shiyan's drink, he already knew that he was not good, but the scene was much more chaotic than he thought. He had seen news about medical troubles, and the last time he experienced it in the hospital was not serious. The doctor made trouble, at this moment he was frightened, and he didn't know why, the man would be holding a fruit knife in his hand.
Shen Shiyan was still wearing a surgical gown, and he didn't take off his mask. He frowned silently and confronted the group of people in front of him. He grabbed Xu Yanwu with his left hand and pressed him behind him, preventing the blushing young man from moving forward.
"Sir, calm down, listen to me, I have explained the situation to you just now, we have asked the relevant personnel and adjusted the monitoring, and the patient did not take the follow-up treatment drugs as prescribed by our doctor. Before this operation We have also told the family about the nature of the operation and the possible consequences, and the lady also signed it, so you can't make trouble like this."
"I'm making trouble? My dad died on the operating table. You said I made trouble? My sister doesn't know anything and you asked her to sign! Don't you understand and bully us! I don't care about anything else, my dad died inside, go on After the operation, you said that it was a success, so what's the matter
Meng Xintang couldn't control others, he threw the things in his hand aside and rushed towards Shen Shiyan. At that time he had only one thought left, he had to stand by his side no matter what.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly turned his head in the chaos, and when he saw several people running, his expression changed immediately, and he shouted like crazy: "You want to fight because of people, don't you! I tell you not to If I lose money, I will sue you to death! This is our life!"
The knife in the man's hand kept waving indiscriminately, and the family members who followed also rushed forward as if losing their minds. A woman cried and stopped them, but was immediately pushed aside by several men.
No one knew where the knife was finally pierced. Several nurses only saw the blood carried by the knife and screamed instantly.
Shen Shiyan was always in the middle of the chaos, and dragged Xu Yanwu firmly to prevent him from going to the front. He only felt that when the man's face was pressing towards him, he was suddenly separated by a familiar figure. That scream.
Still see blood.
Xu Yanwu finally broke free from Shen Shiyan, and Shen Shiyan heard his extremely angry and disregarded voice: "I'll fuck you uncle!"
He saw Xu Yanwu rushing towards the group of people like a mad beast, and his head was buzzing, and he saw his mother's tearful face again.
The old director couldn't get up to the front, but because of this scolding, he finally matched the name "Xu Yanwu" in his head with the person in his memory.
It must have been ten years. Ten years ago, this young man named "Yanwu" also scolded this sentence, and his face was full of nosebleeds and tears.
That day, Shen Shixun died.