I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 187 Goodbye Zhang Hang
"Mr. Lin, don't worry, when I came out, I had already sterilized the stethoscope." Jing Xiaoran said to Lin Yitian.

The stethoscope is not a clean thing. Doctors use it to auscultate various patients in the ward every day, and sometimes even touch the skin.

Although the risk of cross-infection is low, it is Jing Xiaoran's habit to sterilize the probe of the stethoscope after each use.

This habit was formed by Jing Xiaoran in his previous life, and he was responsible not only for the patients but also for himself.

Lin Yitian shook his head and said, "That's not the problem, I'm afraid that Beibei will disturb you."

"It's okay." Jing Xiaoran smiled, "Children will be very curious about these strange and unseen things."

At this time, Beibei had happily accepted the stethoscope, and put the stethoscope on her ears in a dignified manner.

"Brother Jing, do you think I look like a doctor?"

Beibei held up the probe of the stethoscope with one hand, then tilted her head to look at Jing Xiaoran.

Jing Xiaoran took a careful look at Beibei, and then said seriously: "Well, it looks like it, it really looks like it."

"really?"

Beibei smiled happily, but she immediately took off the stethoscope and handed it to Jing Xiaoran.

Lin Yitian looked at the happy Beibei and felt grateful to Jing Xiaoran.

Every time Beibei came to the hospital for a follow-up visit, she always had a sad face.Only this time, she had a smile on her face.

At this moment, a young doctor walked in from outside the ward.

Jing Xiaoran took a glance from the corner of his eye, and found that the doctor's back was somewhat familiar.

The young doctor is overweight, and the white coat on his body does not fit well, and there are many stains on the cuffs of the white coat.

He walked into the ward and went straight to bed No. 1.

The patient in bed No. 1 was lying sideways on the bed. He was a male about 50 years old, looking tranced and lonely, and seemed to have no response to everything happening around him.

There was a middle-aged woman sitting beside the hospital bed, who seemed to be his wife.

"The results of your family's re-examination have come out." The young doctor put on a mask and said softly, "The family members come out with me."

After speaking, the young doctor glanced at the patient, then turned and walked out of the ward.

"Oh, good."

The middle-aged woman next to the bed stood up quickly after hearing the words, whispered a few words to the patient on the bed, and followed the young doctor out the door.

In the corner of the corridor of the ward.

"Doctor, doctor, how is his condition?" The middle-aged woman looked at the young doctor timidly and asked.

She is a rural woman in her 40s, with red spots on both sides of her cheeks, chapped lips, and slightly trembling rough hands.

The young doctor glanced at the middle-aged woman, then sighed.

"The situation has deteriorated a bit. The result of the blood routine examination this time is even worse than the last time. It should be that the chemotherapy remission has relapsed."

"Recurrence? Then, what should we do about this!" The middle-aged woman's expression was uglier than crying, and there was a hint of crying in her voice, "Doctor, you, what else can you do?"

The young doctor was silent.

He looked at the middle-aged woman for a moment, and then slowly said: "Your family has been using domestic chemotherapy drugs. I think you can try imported drugs. Many patients still have good results after switching."

The young doctor's tone was relaxed, and he patiently explained the two medicines to the middle-aged woman.

"After switching to imported chemotherapy drugs, will there be a recurrence?" The middle-aged woman pursed her lips and looked at Jing Xiaoran.

"Auntie, we have to see if it can be relieved first. If we switch to imported chemotherapy drugs, it may not be [-]% relieved." Jing Xiaoran said, "After remission, there is still a chance of relapse."

The face of the middle-aged woman immediately became ugly: "Then, is this medicine expensive?"

The young doctor paused and said, "A course of chemotherapy costs about 2 yuan."

"This, is it so expensive?" The middle-aged woman shook her head immediately, "Our family is from the countryside, and we all farm. We have already spent all of our medical treatment before, and now we really have no money."

"Most of my son's wedding money has been spent, and everything that can be sold at home has been sold..."

The young doctor remained silent again, looking at the family members of the patients in front of him, feeling a little uncomfortable.

In many cases, doctors just watch the lives of patients slowly passing by.

One afternoon, the person on the hospital bed disappeared, and he was forced to give up treatment and was discharged from the hospital.

"Auntie, in fact, your husband's condition is not particularly bad. If he can be actively treated, there is still hope. There was a patient who was in worse condition than yours before, and he survived after changing the medicine."

The young doctor finally spoke, he didn't want to have another death case in his hands.

"But, but, alas..." The middle-aged woman's eyes were red, and lying on the hospital bed was her husband, the pillar of the family.

If she could be replaced, she really hoped that she was the one lying on the hospital bed.

"Doctor, let me discuss it with my son." The middle-aged woman whispered, "I will give you an answer in the afternoon."

"Okay." The young doctor heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, "Try to make a decision as early as possible, so as not to delay the treatment."

"Ah."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged woman didn't go back to the ward. She took out her mobile phone and walked slowly to the stairwell.

The young doctor took a look, then turned around and prepared to go back to the ward.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a familiar face standing not far in front of him, and he was actually still wearing a white coat.

"Jing, Jing..." His mind was running fast, recalling the name of the person in front of him, "Jing Xiaoran?"

Jing Xiaoran smiled, looked at the young doctor in front of him, and said, "Well, Zhang Hang, long time no see."

This young doctor was the medical student that Jing Xiaoran met on the train at that time, and now he has graduated and became a resident physician in the Department of Hematology.

Jing Xiaoran actually didn't remember the young doctor's name, he just glanced at his badge and had some impressions.

"Why are you wearing a white coat?"

Zhang Hang was both surprised and delighted by Jing Xiaoran's appearance.

"I'm an intern." Jing Xiaoran pointed to his badge, "I'm an intern now."

"But aren't you only in your third year? You should start your internship in your fifth year!" Zhang Hang was a little puzzled. He had never seen a medical student who skipped a grade.

Jing Xiaoran explained with a smile: "We were approved in advance, in fact, we are trainees, but we just came to the hospital in advance."

"Oh, that's it, then I know." Zhang Hang understood, "Ning'an Medical College will send a group of junior students every year."

"Ah."

"Then you have come to our hematology department?"

"No, I have a friend who is in the hospital, the little girl in bed 6." Jing Xiaoran shook his head.

"Lin Beibei? The little girl with acute lymphoblastic leukemia?"

"Your patient?"

"Well, the patient in our group is quite a cute little girl."

(End of this chapter)