Oncology Physician Life

Chapter 48 Chapter 47 Father and Son

The corridor outside the ICU was very quiet, and the white curtains outside the ward were pulled up by the morning wind, revealing a row of tender green orchids and big plantains placed high and low along the windowsill wall.

The plantain leaves are very large, placed on both sides of the corridor, making the narrow corridor even more crowded, but it brings a kind of vitality to people.

Tan Jiadong, 56, is sitting on a chair in the corridor, leaning forward slightly.

Sunlight hit him through the white curtains behind him, and Tan Jiadong's old and haggard face became dark and dark, giving people a mottled vision.

He took out a pack of cheap cigarettes worth seven yuan from his pocket, leaned against the window and smoked very vigorously, and soon he threw a pile of cigarette butts under his feet. The index finger was stained yellow with nicotine.

Ji Han was called to the ICU by the head nurse as soon as he got to work. Tan Jiadong’s 55-year-old wife, Liu Fengzhi, was admitted to the hospital a week ago when she found a thyroid tumor. The examination found that the tumor was tightly adhered to the tracheal wall, causing Liu Fengzhi to have difficulty breathing, so she was sent to the ICU.

The patient was transferred from the Department of Respiratory Surgery, and Ji Han took over. The situation was very urgent. He suggested to Liu Fengzhi's family that the patient should be given a total right thyroidectomy + left subtotal thyroidectomy under general anesthesia.

Liu Fengzhi and Tan Jiadong had two sons and a daughter, and there was a serious disagreement on whether to undergo an operation. The daughter insisted on performing the operation for her mother, but the two older brothers were in charge of the family.

The two sons have their own thoughts.

Head nurse Sun found Tan Jiadong who was secretly smoking again in the corridor, and walked over with a straight face: "Uncle Tan, what's the matter with you, didn't I tell you that this is the ICU, and smoking is not allowed."

Tan Jiadong frantically put out the cigarette butt, saying sorry.

Head nurse Sun glanced at him and said, "Let's go, Professor Ji is at work, and your sons and daughters are also here. Whether or not to operate on your wife, we must give us a result today."

Tan Jiadong walked towards an office in the ICU behind head nurse Sun with his mind full of worries.

In the office, Ji Han sat down in front of the computer, surrounded by Tan Jiadong's eldest son, second son, and third daughter.

The eldest son Tan Weiguo is in his 30s, the second son Tan Weijia is just 27, and the youngest son Tan Min is also 24 this year. I heard that he is going to get married soon.

Ji Han glanced at a few people, and asked blankly: "I have explained your mother's condition very clearly, and now the choice is in your hands, whether you want chemotherapy after surgery, or choose to transfer to the palliative department. Side, palliative care?"

Before the brothers could speak, Tan Min said first, "Doctor, my mother must have an operation!"

The eldest brother Tan Weiguo glared at the little sister, and opened his mouth to stop her: "What kind of surgery is being performed? Our mother is already in her [-]s. What if something happens on the operating table? I don't agree with the operation. Besides, the operation will cost you money." Pay?!"

The second son, Tan Weijia, found the words harsh: "Brother, you don't want to pay for it anymore, do you?"

"I don't want to pay?" Tan Weiguo is like a dynamite barrel that has been ignited, "I said last time not to be transferred to the cancer hospital. You insist on transferring. My mother has been in the ICU for a few days. Did I pay 3 yuan?" Yuan fee, thousands of yuan a day, now the money is gone, second child, third child, you two are paying for it!"

Tan Wei's family had a big quarrel with the eldest brother in the office: "You are the eldest in the family. When you bought a house in Shanghai, our parents took out all the pension money to pay you the down payment! Now that my mother is sick, you If you don't take money, your conscience will be eaten by dogs?"

Tan Weiguo sneered: "Second brother, when you wanted to change jobs, did your parents pay 10 yuan to do it for you, and I spent our parents' money for co-authoring? You want to buy a house this time, Isn't it also asking for a down payment from our father!"

The quarrel between the two gave Ji Han a headache. He turned his head and looked at Tan Jiadong who was leaning outside the office door. The other party seemed to have lost his soul, lowered his eyes, and let the two second sons and one daughter quarrel inside, arguing back and forth, It's just that no one wants to pay.

Ji Han came out, invited Tan Jiadong to a seat in the corridor outside, handed him a bottle of mineral water, and comforted him: "Uncle Tan, Aunt Liu's condition is not serious yet, the tumor is just related to the trachea. The anterior tissue is a bit densely adhered, and after surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy are given, and there is great hope for a cure."

Tan Jiadong covered his face with his hands, turbid tears overflowed from between his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice: "Five years ago, my eldest son wanted to buy a house in Shanghai, and my mother and I saved money on food and expenses, and paid him all the pension money." After paying the down payment, his mother said, the child has a house, and the daughter-in-law is having a child, so he finally has a home. In the future, as long as the son is filial, it’s okay for the old couple to be a little bit harder. It takes 10 yuan to find a relationship. We can't treat each other favorably. Our children are the meat that fell from the mother. We both pay for this money. This year, the little girl will marry someone, or marry far away. The girl will marry out of town by herself. It will be difficult to meet again. Her mother said that she would give the girl 10 yuan as a dowry. After all the important things were arranged and all the money was spent, my mother said that I could finally take a rest, but I didn't expect that when people rested, the illness came."

Tan Jiadong looked up at Ji Han, who was about the same age as his eldest son: "Doctor, you said that I have been alive for half my life, why did I fail like this? Everyone raises children to guard against old age, but why do I have two supercilious eyes?" Where's the wolf?"

Ji Han pursed his lips, but didn't speak.He is not good at comforting people, so he sighed.

In the afternoon, the ICU ward allowed the patient to visit. Liu Fengzhi was lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, and gasped with difficulty. Tan Jiadong changed into sterile clothes, walked to his wife's bedside, and called her name softly.

Liu Fengzhi raised her left hand as hard as she could, and pulled down the oxygen mask, feeling uncomfortable.

When she saw her husband, her eyes gradually lit up, and she tried to pull up the loose hair on her forehead with her hands, but she couldn't use any strength.

Tan Jiadong felt distressed, his eyes were flushed, but he kept smiling when he spoke, leaning over his wife's cheek, and said softly: "Be good, listen to the doctor inside, after the operation, we can transfer out gone."

Liu Fengzhi nodded vigorously, holding her husband's hand.

When Tan Jiadong's visiting time came, the nurse urged him to go outside.

Tan Jiadong looked back three times at every step, reluctantly going out.

Liu Fengzhi looked at her husband's back and called his name softly, Tan Jiadong hurried back to the hospital bed.

Liu Fengzhi looked at him, and asked aggrievedly: "Are you still coming?"

Tan Jiadong nodded: "If I don't leave, I'll just wait outside the ward, and I won't leave you even a single step. You fight for your breath, and we'll be transferred out after the operation is done!"

Liu Fengqin grinned and smiled happily.

On the other hand, Ji Han was checking on patients in the ICU. Sun Lizhi, an 85-year-old brain tumor patient, had just finished surgery and suffered from respiratory failure. He was admitted to the ICU. After 11 days of treatment, his vital signs had almost stabilized.

Ji Han glanced at the old man who had opened his eyes and was able to speak, and looked at the resident doctor Wei Chen beside him: "The patient's vital signs and all indicators have stabilized. Let the family members know that they can be transferred to the general ward."

Wei Chen pulled Ji Han aside and said, "Professor Ji, none of Uncle Sun's family members have come since the surgery!"

"No one came?" Ji Han glanced at Sun Lizhi lying on the bed, "Where are his children, have you contacted them?"

Wei Chen nodded: "This uncle is a retired cadre, and his family conditions are not bad. The eldest son is a real estate developer, and the second son is the boss of cultural media. They are both busy people. Every time the head nurse calls, both of them say that they are not bad. The money, more than 50 yuan was transferred in one go on the account, and several nurses were hired, and the medicines were expensive, but people just didn’t come, and they jointly regarded our hospital as a "full care center."

Wei Chen sighed: "Every time it's the visiting time, this Uncle Sun turns his head and keeps looking outside. Other patients have family members coming in to visit. He alone looks for a long time every time. It is not until the visiting time is over that he is sure that his son is alive. Come on, every time I look at his eyes, I can't bear it, it's so pitiful."

Ji Han thought for a moment: "If this continues, the patient's mental state will become more and more depressed, and he will not speak for a whole day, which will be very detrimental to the recovery of the old man's body. In this way, I will give you a task. Take an hour and a half every day to come here. Talk to the old man, say anything."

Wei Chen nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Professor Ji, I know what to do."

On the other side, Jiang Li went to visit Liu Kaishi again in the morning, the little girl finally accepted the treatment obediently this time, and the girl's father is also on his way back.

She was walking in the direction of the experimental building, and happened to pass by the garden downstairs. From a distance, she saw Zhang Qianyi sitting on a bench in the garden, holding a guitar in her arms, under the camphor tree.

When passing by the thoracic surgery department at work today, Jiang Li heard Gu Jun say that Zhang Qianyi’s surgery date has been set, which is this Friday. Although he finally decided to use the surgical plan proposed by the tumor surgery department, hemilaryngectomy, For rectal transplantation of the esophagus, Zhao Zhiqiang's surgical ability is limited, and surgery on the recurrent laryngeal nerve may not guarantee the postoperative effect. There is a high probability that Zhang Qianyi's recurrent laryngeal nerve will be damaged and he will still lose his voice function.

Wearing a pair of flat shoes, Pei Xiaonan watched Jiang Li standing alone in the garden, walked over, looked in the direction of her gaze, and glanced: "You heard that too?"

Jiang Li nodded: "Ji Han is not a person who desperately wants face. What's wrong with being an assistant to Zhao Zhiqiang? Who is the chief surgeon in this operation? We have to fight for it? Compared with the patient's reputation and face, what is more important?"

"You, Mr. Jiang, have a big belly." Pei Xiaonan smiled, "I don't blame Lao Ji for this matter. Four years ago, Lao Ji had a patient, only 19 years old, with pleural mesothelioma, which was very malignant. From the time he was discovered and diagnosed, It was only a month and a half after the person passed away. The tumor in the chest cavity ruptured and hemorrhaged heavily. At that time, Ji Han asked Zhao Zhiqiang for consultation. He hoped that Professor Zhao Da from the Department of Thoracic Surgery could help and cooperate with the operation. As a result, Zhao Zhiqiang agreed well, and suddenly notified Ji Han on the day of the operation. Han, I couldn't come, because I had to attend some kind of medical forum commendation meeting, so I flew away. As a result, the operation was not as perfect as planned, and the girl's prognosis was not very ideal. In the end, when I left, Ji Han felt guilty for a long time , after all, that girl is only 19 years old, she is too young."

Jiang Li froze in place, he could almost imagine Ji Han's mood at that time, could he have such a big prejudice against Zhao Zhiqiang.

Pei Xiaonan patted her, "That's why, I can't blame Lao Ji for this matter. It's really that Zhao Zhiqiang is too bad. Even if Lao Ji helped him, I can guarantee that Zhao Zhiqiang will take all the credit for this in front of the media." The key is that Lao Ji can't swallow this breath."

(End of this chapter)