Admit it, you're heartbroken

Chapter 21 She is his safety bolt
Everyone in the hospital is busy, and everyone only has their own business. Under normal circumstances, no one can care about what another person is doing all the time.

When Zheng Ziyue needed help, she would invite Zhou Yixu to the rooftop, and the two got along much better.

Everyone seemed to have tacitly forgotten what they said in the cafeteria that day.

Zheng Ziyue and Lin Qianqian usually decide on the topic of comics, and sometimes help the publicity department to produce some original paintings, and spend more time wandering around the hospital.

Often chat with patients in the afternoon, so as to better think about problems from different angles.

Time flies, Zheng Ziyue's life has been fulfilling for half a month.

Even on National Day, we commute to get off work together with the rhythm of everyone taking turns.

An agreement was also signed, and the Propaganda Department would pay her according to the commissioned price of each cartoon within the budget of the department.

It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and the weather is getting cooler.

Zheng Ziyue put on a coat and walked up to the rooftop with a notebook.

The sun in October has long lost the scorching heat when it shines on people, and the warmth is just right.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Yixu did not appear on the rooftop.

"Huh? Is it because I didn't send out the message?"

Picking up the phone in doubt, the sending was successful, maybe he is busy, and he will come when he sees it.

Zheng Ziyue thought for a while, and was about to put down her phone and draw the script first.

But I saw a few people in the small group of the propaganda department discussing something.

I caught the two keywords "quarreling" in the chat box at a glance, and clicked in out of curiosity.

[Yang Yi]: I just went to get the materials, and I heard arguing on the first floor.

[Huahuahua]: Arguing?Who and who!
[Yang Yi]: It sounds like Zhou Yixu's voice, but I'm not sure.

[Li Rongrong]: Just like Zhou Yixu, will they still quarrel?

[Yang Yi]: Maybe it's not a quarrel, but the debate in Dr. Zhang's office is a bit loud.

……

Did Zhou Yixu quarrel with someone?With that clean and indifferent look that doesn't like to speak, Zheng Ziyue couldn't imagine what kind of scene it was.

Unable to hold back the curiosity and worry in his heart, he walked quickly.

As soon as I came to the first floor, I heard several people discussing in Dr. Zhang Ping's office. The voice was really loud.

Dr. Zhang Ping was sitting behind his desk with a serious face, and opposite him sat a gray-haired old lady who looked very old.

There was a couple standing next to the old man, they should be the old man's sons and daughters, they were dressed very plainly, they were not from Shangyang city at first sight.

The office door was not completely closed, Zhou Yixu paced slowly by the door, his eyes were heavy, and his pretty lips were always tightly pressed.

"Doctor Zhang, my mother really wants to be discharged from the hospital."

After a long silence, the man standing next to the old man spoke with a little nervousness on his face.

"We have already studied the plan according to the patient's situation. Brother Liu, are you really not thinking about it anymore?"

Zhou Yixu let out a breath slowly, slowed down his voice and said to the couple.

This is Zhou Yixu's first patient who participated in the consultation with his consent and Zhang Ping's leadership in the past six months.

During this period of time, Zhou Yixu's treatment was also very correct, but the other party died just after the consultation!
It was the patient's son, Liu Dongqiang, who was called Big Brother Liu.

Liu Dongqiang scratched his head in embarrassment, "My mother is almost 90 years old, and she has never had a good life for a few days in her life. I can no longer let her bear the risk of surgery."

Liu Dongqiang's daughter-in-law wiped her tears even more. If possible, who wouldn't want to keep their parents healthy, but this is too much torture for the elderly.

She is over eighty years old, how could she have the heart to let her take another stab at her.

"Hepatic cyst is actually a benign disease. Now the patient's cyst is relatively large and has already compressed the surrounding tissue. Fortunately, it has not deteriorated. Laparoscopic minimally invasive surgery still has a good prognosis."

Zhang Ping considered the vocabulary and analyzed the three of them objectively.

The husband and wife looked at each other, the red eye circles were full of struggle.

At this moment, the old man spoke tremblingly.

"Surgery costs a lot of money, right? I spent a lot of money during my hospital stay, and my grandson will go to college next year. It's useless to spend this money on me as an old woman. How about Just let me out of the hospital."

Money is always the most realistic and cruel problem in the face of disease.

Even the operation fee of 30,000 yuan is difficult for some families.

Zhou Yixu's lips moved, and it took him a long time to make a sound, "I can help you solve the problem of surgery fees, so you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing this, the eyes of the old man and Liu Dongqiang and his wife became even redder, and expressions of extreme emotion appeared on their faces.

"Thank you, Doctor Zhou, you are such a good doctor."

"But I really don't want to suffer the crime of having an operation."

The old man patted the hands of his son and daughter-in-law, and then got up and bowed to Zhou Yixu.

Seeing this, Zhang Ping quickly got up and pressed down on her movements.Rubbing between his brows, he took out a document.

"This is our custom-made plan during this period, including surgery and some postoperative expenses. As Dr. Zhou said, the cost issue will be resolved for you. You should think about it carefully. If you still decide to leave the hospital, you can sign here. Bar."

It's true that a doctor's bounden duty is to save lives and heal the wounded, but at the same time, he must also respect the wishes of patients, and they must not be forced to stand on the operating table.

Elderly people in their eighties are still at risk.

"Thank you, thank you, you are all good doctors."

The old man took the document with slow hands and put it in the hands of his son and daughter-in-law.

They also don't understand many professional terms, it's nothing more than asking them to calm down for a while before making a decision.

Zhou Yixu sat on the chair by the door, his head drooped, his eyes were shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see any emotion.

But he kept tapping his index finger on the armrest of the seat, revealing a little irritability in him.

The three of them took the document that they couldn't fully understand, and finally Liu Dongqiang signed it at [Decided to be discharged from the hospital] under the gesture of the old man.

"I'm sorry for troubling you these days. My mother said that she still has many places she hasn't been to. She wants to visit and doesn't want to spend her last time on the hospital bed."

Liu Dongqiang bowed to Zhang Ping and Zhou Yixu, and his wife held the old man's arm, tears streaming down her face.

"Hepatic cyst is not a malignant disease, as long as the operation is properly planned, there is no problem at all!"

Zhou Yixu stood up abruptly, and his clear voice rose a little unconsciously.

"Dr. Zhang Ping is an expert in this field. With him performing the surgery himself, the success rate of the operation is very high, and we will also help you solve the problem of money..."

As he spoke, he raised his leg and took a few steps towards the three of them.

Zhou Yixu's eyes were deep, and there seemed to be some emotions burning violently in his eyes.

Several people in the office were stunned, and even the medical staff in the surrounding wards looked this way.

Feeling Zhou Yixu's intimidating aura, Liu Dongqiang subconsciously took a step back.

If the doctor was just a cold iceberg, now he is a volcano about to erupt. The atmosphere is so heavy that everything he wants to say is suppressed.

I moved my mouth, but no sound came out.

The air was so heavy that even Zhang Ping forgot what to say for a while.

The woman was next to her mother-in-law and couldn't say anything, sobbing softly.

When Zheng Ziyue came down, she saw the extremely tense scene in the office, which was about to explode at any moment.

As for the content of the argument, she heard a few words on the way here.

"Zhou Yixu..."

Zheng Ziyue stood at the door, her voice came softly.

She understood his mood of wanting to treat patients, but it must not be in such a mood.

The doctor can't control his emotions, that's a big problem!

Zhou Yixu paused and turned around.

Seeing the girl's worried eyes, many things flashed through his mind, and the boiling emotions in his chest were suppressed miraculously.

Her appearance was like a safety bolt for his emotions that were about to explode.

"At ordinary times, we should pay attention to reducing the strain on the liver. It is very important to maintain a good mood."

After a long time, Zhou Yixu's voice became clear again, and after a few mechanical instructions to Liu Dongqiang and the others, he dragged Zheng Ziyue and disappeared into the office.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Gagen is here!there will be tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)