I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 189
It is often said that doctors are benevolent.

To be a doctor, you should have the feeling of saving people and helping the world.

But now you say to me, don't be too nice to patients.

Zhang Hang felt a little unacceptable in his heart, he looked at Jing Xiaoran with doubts in his eyes.

Jing Xiaoran knew what Zhang Hang was thinking, and said slowly: "Don't be too kind to patients, it doesn't mean that we ignore patients and neglect treatment. It's just reminding ourselves not to involve too much with patients, don't be too kind to them, Put too much emotion into it so as not to affect your normal medical work."

"If you feel the same for every patient's injury, then what you are facing is endless negative energy, and you are surrounded by sadness and grief every day."

"But we still have a lot of patients to deal with and treat, and we don't have time to entangle with a certain patient, which will consume too much energy. As a doctor, we can sympathize with patients, but there is no need to be emotionally Too much investment."

When Jing Xiaoran just graduated and entered the clinic and became a resident doctor, he devoted himself to every patient, and even took care of them meticulously.

Every morning rounds, Jing Xiaoran doesn't have many patients, sometimes there are only six or seven patients, but his rounds last the longest, one or two hours.

With the same number of patients, the other resident doctors completed the investigation within ten minutes.

In the previous life, colleagues in the department often asked him why it took so long for the early rounds?

Does a patient need to be examined for such a long time?

Jing Xiaoran always replied with a smile, "Try to talk to patients and calm their emotions."

All colleagues admire Jing Xiaoran's patience and professional ethics.

After a period of time, Jing Xiaoran was very familiar with every patient under his command, and got along very well with each other.

But when the patient he was in charge of failed to be treated and was declared dead, Jing Xiaoran felt very heavy.

Seeing the familiar patients leave one by one, Jing Xiaoran felt very uncomfortable.

At the same time, the impact of this negative emotion is very long-lasting, and even affects his usual work and living conditions.

Then Jing Xiaoran didn't have time to endure the pain, so he had to continue to treat the next patient.

If things go on like this, a lot of negative energy will be accumulated in the heart, which is very unfavorable to work and life.

After listening to Jing Xiaoran's words, Zhang Hang seemed to understand a little bit.

He recalled the middle-aged woman just now. Didn't he feel extremely uncomfortable when he knew that his family might give up treatment because he was too involved in his personal feelings?

"Especially in some departments with high fatality rate, such as hematology department, the prognosis of some patients is very poor. We can't empathize with every patient. The only thing we can do is to try our best to treat and give a perfect treatment. Provide the patient with a choice." Jing Xiaoran continued, "But don't waste your emotional energy on the patient too much."

"You know, there are more patients waiting for us to treat. If this one cannot be saved, the next one needs to be treated. There is no time for us to be sad."

Zhang Hang nodded, he seemed to understand the meaning of the phrase "don't be too nice to patients".

"Jing Xiaoran, thank you." Zhang Hang nodded and said, "Actually, I have only recently accepted patients on my own. I used to be with my superior teacher. When I really started to be independent, I gradually felt powerless."

"To be honest, I am so careful with patients because I am afraid that patients will make trouble, and I am afraid that one day they will suddenly draw a knife from their pockets and point at me."

"However, I think your words make sense. We doctors need to sympathize with patients, but not so much."

Jing Xiaoran smiled and said: "Then let's encourage each other."

Zhang Hang nodded slightly.

……

Go back to Lin Beibei's ward.

Jing Xiaoran learned about Beibei's situation from Zhang Hang, and briefly told Lin Yitian again.

"Well, that means it's definitely an allogeneic hematopoietic stem cell transplant." Lin Yitian clenched his fist slightly, looked at the young man in front of him, and was full of gratitude to him.

Jing Xiaoran has agreed to bear all the costs of hematopoietic stem cell transplantation, and now he just needs to wait for the transplant donor.

"Mr. Lin, I heard from Beibei's doctor in charge that the transplant donor will probably have results next month." Jing Xiaoran said, "By the time the stem cell transplant is done, Beibei will be completely cured."

The selection of a donor usually takes a lot of time, ranging from a few months to half a year.

Lin Beibei was lucky this time, and there happened to be a donor that matched her, and she only had to wait another month.

"Jing Xiaoran, when Beibei's condition is resolved, I will report to the laboratory on time!" Lin Yitian said seriously, "You can't let me go at that time!"

"How can it be!" Jing Xiaoran laughed, "Mr. Lin, I'm too happy for you to come to our laboratory. The door of the laboratory must be open for you!"

"it is good!"

Lin Yitian felt that a ray of light suddenly appeared in his life.

The appearance of this light made him feel a little unusual.

Perhaps, seizing this opportunity, he can really make a difference.

……

Days passed by, and almost half a month had passed since the handover of the laboratory.

Fancheng Airport.

A plane from the United States landed safely and smoothly.

Zhu Xianqing walked out of the airport carrying a small black suitcase.

Looking at the blue sky with a little bit of gray, the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

Back to the motherland, back to the familiar land, everything is so comfortable.

"Ding Ding~"

The phone rang, and Zhu Xianqing answered the call.

"Hello, Mr. Zhu, if you can get through the phone, it means that you should have arrived in Fancheng, right?"

Jing Xiaoran got up early this morning in order to pick him up from the airport.

The distance between the airport and the central hospital is a bit far, and there is no direct subway at present.

Jing Xiaoran took the bus for nearly two hours to Fancheng Airport.

"Well, just got off the plane."

"Well, I'll wait for you in the airport lobby."

A long time ago, Zhu Xianqing had a strong interest in such a junior student.

A new type of drug was developed at a young age. I really don't know what his family background and educational environment are like?

However, Jing Xiaoran was destined to disappoint Zhu Xianqing.

The extremely ordinary attire does not have the demeanor of a scientific researcher as imagined.

Jing Xiaoran looked exactly like an ordinary college student.

White shirt, blue jeans, and canvas shoes are nothing more than ordinary colleges on the Huaxia campus.

"Jing Xiaoran?"

Looking at the boy in front of him, Zhu Xianqing asked tentatively.

"Well, Mr. Zhu Xianqing, hello."

Jing Xiaoran stretched out his palm.

Zhu Xianqing's expression was a little hesitant, this...

This is somewhat inconsistent with the image in my mind!

(End of this chapter)