Oncology Physician Life

Chapter 93 Chapter 92

He didn't hear from Wei Ran for two days, and he didn't answer his phone calls. If he hadn't learned from Director Song Zhiguo that he had suddenly signed up to support Qinghai Medical, Pei Xiaonan would have called the police.

But I couldn't help but complain in my heart, and I didn't know how to report to my family that I was safe, which made people worry.

At five o'clock, after reporting the latest experimental data to Director Xu, Pei Xiaonan went to the changing room.

Today is her birthday, taking advantage of the rest, she invited Jiang Li and Ji Han to get together at home.

When Pei Xiaonan hurried back, Jiang Li and Ji Han had bought a lot of things and were squatting at the door of her house.

"Sorry, sorry, there are too many people on the subway."

"No rush, no hurry,"

Jiang Li pulled the key from Pei Xiaonan's hand, and couldn't wait to open the door.

Pei Xiaonan glared at her: "Are you in a hurry?"

Ji Han snickered: "She is in a hurry to go to the bathroom."

After a while, the three of them prepared the hot pot for dinner, when the cell phone in the living room rang, Pei Xiaonan connected, it was the hospital.

The oncology department admitted a 55-year-old female patient this morning. She fainted suddenly at the entrance of the hospital. When she woke up, she didn’t remember her identity. She just said that she wanted to come to the hospital to find her daughter. When the nurse checked the old man, she found that the old man had already suffered from lung cancer. In the late stage and accompanied by Alzheimer's disease, the nurse called the police. The police investigation found that the old lady's daughter was indeed a doctor in this hospital.

Pei Xiaonan put down her phone, and suddenly felt that she couldn't be happy, instead there was a space in her heart.She turned her head, against the sunlight coming in through the glass window, and looked outside, it was another brand new day.

The world is still beautiful.

Sending away life will also welcome the arrival of new life.

At some point, Jiang Li stood beside her, seeing her staring out the window in a daze, and sighed.

"Xiaonan go and see her, it's been 15 years, she is your mother after all."

Pei Xiaonan lowered her head: "Mom? Has she fulfilled the responsibility of being a mother these years? After my father died, how did I survive alone? What about her? She formed a new family and had New son, did you ever think about having a daughter one day?"

Jiang Li patted her head: "Xiaonan, go and see her, let her go, and yourself too."

When Pei Xiaonan received that her mother was suffering from Alzheimer's disease and was in the hospital, she only had one thought in her mind, which was retribution. That woman got the retribution she deserved, but she couldn't feel happy at all.

The night was hazy and the traffic was heavy, Pei Xiaonan sat in the car, staring at the red light in front of her, those painful and entangled past events flooded into her mind one after another.

She remembered the indifference and heartlessness on her mother's face when she was struggling under her mother's hand and begging her not to leave, she remembered that every time her mother quarreled with her father, she would take out her anger and beat her all over her body, and she remembered secretly hiding in the closet by herself afterwards The sad scene of weeping.

The cry of childhood was still vivid in her memory, and the fate turned around and brought the past to her. Pei Xiaonan's eyes were heavy, and tears welled up in her deeply sunken eye sockets.

At that time, my mother disliked her father's incompetence, and finally abandoned her, chose to divorce, and started another family. As a result, my father was also devastated, and finally died of uremia.

Counting it, Pei Xiaonan hadn't seen her mother for more than ten years, but after she learned that her mother had Alzheimer's disease and lung cancer, she was so sad that she cried.

In the oncology department of the hospital, in the ICU ward, a woman with gray hair was lying on the hospital bed, and the nurses around her were busy installing various monitoring equipment on her.

Qi Song, the director of the tumor surgery department, quickly dialed the internal number of the ICU.

"How is the patient's condition now?"

Wei Chen picked up the phone: "There is still no improvement. The patient is suffering from dyspnea. At present, he has been injected with cardiotonic drugs and kept the patient lying upright. I hope it will help her breathe more smoothly."

Qi Song asked again: "How much are the various data?"

Wei Chen hurriedly replied: "After using physical cooling, the patient's body temperature is now maintained at 38.2, and the pulse is 103."

Qi Song hung up the phone, called the chief director Liu Chong, and reported the patient's condition.

At this time, Liu Chong had just finished the meeting and returned to the office. Listening to Qi Song's words, he frowned: "Has the patient's identity been confirmed? Is it true that Pei Xiaonan's mother is not at fault? But the police said that the mother and daughter have not seen each other for 15 years." Have you met?"

Qi Song was silent for a while: "The hospital has already contacted Director-General Pei, and the other party is also rushing towards the hospital. In addition, Ms. Wu has a son who works in the oncology department of our hospital. He is Xu Youshu, a resident doctor..."

Liu Chong thought for a moment: "How is the patient's condition now? Are there any signs of cancer cell metastasis?"

Qi Song said: The patient had a lung debridement operation five days ago, and within five days there was no adverse symptom, but on the fifth day, the patient happened to have dyspnea and fever, and was treated according to pop three hours ago , but the patient's condition not only did not improve, but continued to deteriorate. This situation shows that the patient is probably not POP. I still insist on my point of view. The patient's condition is largely related to the shadow of the old lesions of tuberculosis in the left lower lobe. I The patient has already had a PET, and the test results will come out later, and everything will be clear by then. "

At this time, Xu Youshu strode out of the ICU ward in a panic, and at a glance he saw inside the glass wall, Wei Chen straddled the hospital bed, doing CPR for his mother urgently, and the equipment in front of the bed showed ventricular fibrillation.

While putting on the sterile suit, Xu Youshu anxiously asked the nurse, "How is my mother now?"

The nurse observed the instrument and said, "Now the patient has ventricular fibrillation, which is suspected of postoperative pop."

In the ward, Wei Chen pulled the stethoscope from Shu Yusheng's body and placed it on the patient's chest, only to hear dull voices coming from it.His face changed: "Hurry up and prepare the syringe, the patient has pleural effusion, immediately perform pleurocentesis!"

The nurse ran out of the ward in a hurry after hearing this, and brought back a 10 cm long injection needle and a special puncture syringe.

Wei Chen took the alcohol and looked at Shu Yusheng who was still doing CPR. He squeezed the alcohol swab and wiped it on the patient's chest. Then he took the puncture syringe, aimed at his finger, and pierced it with one needle.

Everyone just watched him slowly pull back the syringe, and the bloody pleural fluid was quickly discharged from it.

Shu Yusheng's face changed: "Could it be that the cancer cells have really metastasized to the lungs and multiplied in large numbers?"

Wei Chen looked at the crowd, his guess was correct, the cancer cells had indeed metastasized to the lungs.

He took the new puncture syringe handed over by the nurse, drew out another tube of bloody water, and handed it to the nurse Xiaomei: "Urgently go for pathological analysis, and I will get the result within an hour!"

The nurse put the sample in the device and hurriedly took it to the case analysis room.

At the same time, Pei Xiaonan also walked outside the ICU amidst the sound of panicked footsteps.

She looked at the busy appearance in the intensive care unit, and frowned: "My mother... the patient is going to have a puncture and drainage now?"

Qi Song looked serious: "The drainage will cause the patient to lose a lot of protein and fall into extreme weakness. If surgery is performed at this time, it will..."

Pei Xiaonan's face was also very solemn, Qi Song ordered to the nurse: "Immediately give a booster shot, start putting the patient on a breathing apparatus, contact the operating room, and get ready first."

The three nurses in the ward acted immediately, quickly moved the respirator, and put the respirator on the patient in a blink of an eye.

Wei Chen looked at the pale-faced Granny Wu, who was panting violently under the breathing mask, like a drowning person struggling in the rough sea.

Xu Youshu was walking anxiously outside the ICU. At this moment, he didn't dare to cry loudly, but all his internal organs were burned in his heart.

Soon the nurse prepared a booster and injected it into the patient immediately.

After the puncture and drainage, the patient calmed down slightly, and his heart rhythm returned to normal, but his breathing was still weak.

In the meeting room, Qi Song and several attendings stood together, and Xu Youshu and Pei Xiaonan sat opposite.

Pei Xiaonan glanced at the intern beside him who he had taken care of, and never thought that the other person would be his half-brother.

The results of PET and blood analysis were also presented to the two of them.

Qi Song pointed to the shadow of the lower lobe of the left lung on the film: "It is now confirmed that there are two possibilities for this old lesion, one is the metastasis of gastric cancer cells, and the other is that this patient has two primary cancers in his body. The old tuberculosis lesion in the lower lobe of the lung is a type of lung cancer cell, while the primary cancer in the stomach has been proven to be lymphoepithelioma-like carcinoma..."

Pei Xiaonan glanced at Xu Youshu beside him, who also looked at her, obviously leaving the decision to her.

"I agree with Director Qi's operation plan. I am the patient's daughter, and I can sign the critical illness notice and the operation consent form."

Qi Song nodded, and continued: "Then let me talk about the operation arrangement now. Excision of the shadowed part of the old tuberculosis lesions will be carried out, and pathological analysis of the slices will be performed at the same time. After the operation, we will arrange the intervention of the radiology department, and arrange the postoperative chemotherapy treatment according to the situation."

Pei Xiaonan was sitting on the bench outside the operating room, the whole corridor was silent as if dead, she didn't know what mood she should be in at the moment.

With a sullen face, she glanced at the face of the young resident doctor beside her, and considered her words: "I never thought that the relationship between the two of us would be siblings. Is your sister?"

Xu Youshu was silent for a moment, without denying it: "The reason why I came to this hospital for an internship in the first place is actually because you are here!"

"Because of me?" Pei Xiaonan sneered.

Xu Youshu also sneered: "You might not believe it when you say it, but in fact, our mother has never forgotten you in the past ten years, and even secretly ran to the hospital to see you a few times, but she was afraid of being hurt by you." Later, my mother's condition became worse and worse, and she gradually forgot a lot of things. Even my son couldn't remember who it was, but even so, my mother still remembered that her daughter was called Pei Xiaonan, and she was a doctor. , remember she works in this hospital!"

Pei Xiaonan was suddenly speechless, she didn't want to believe that the person she hated the most in her life actually met her in this way in the end.

Xu Youshu got up suddenly and left. Not long after, he moved a cardboard box from his dormitory and put it in front of Pei Xiaonan: "This is the sweater that our mother knits for you every year, a total of 23 pieces, from your 11 From the age of 33, one piece a year, my mother never let outsiders touch these, including my father, until later she suffered from Alzheimer's disease and could no longer remember how to knit a sweater, sometimes she would hug A ball of wool secretly cried, saying that she had lost her most beloved child... I said these for no other reason, she did abandon you back then, but now she has become like this, I just hope you don't keep Regret and regret, when she is still alive, you mother and daughter can reconcile, after all... no matter how much resentment you have, you will only be the mother and daughter of fate in this life. I won't see you again!"

"Just be a mother and daughter who are destined to be in this life?!"

These words pierced Pei Xiaonan's heart straight like a steel needle. Looking at the direction Xu Youshu left, she opened the cardboard box on her lap. Inside was a stack of neatly stacked sweaters, from childhood to adulthood... ... She stroked the sweater, tears streaming out of her eyes.

"Why? Why do you want to do this to me?"

Pei Xiaonan suddenly couldn't hate her anymore. That woman couldn't remember everything, but she still remembered that her daughter was a doctor in this hospital. At this time, the scar in her heart slowly healed suddenly. The years of resentment towards her mother , Persistence, at this moment, all seem calm.

Soon, the door of the operating room opened suddenly, and the nurse came out in a hurry, and handed the critical illness notice to Pei Xiaonan: "The patient's heart stopped beating suddenly during the operation, and Director Qi is emergency rescue inside. The family members should sign it."

Pei Xiaonan took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the deadly operating room, took the critical illness notice from the nurse, twisted the pen pinned to the white coat, and signed her name heavily.

She knew that once the paper was signed, everything would be settled.

When she woke up the next day, Pei Xiaonan had been guarding outside her mother's intensive care unit. She looked at the blanket that had been draped over her body at some point, and looked into the ward. The woman had been unconscious since the operation, and her younger brother Xu Youshu was guarding her. outside the ward.

The shadow of death shrouded the two of them like a mountain. The woman lying in the ward, at the last moment of her life, the war between her and her daughter was the ten-centimeter-long rope that kept her breathing. hose.

This is also the last connection between Pei Xiaonan and her mother in this world!
She and her younger brother Xu Youshu were waiting for an answer.

Pei Xiaonan glanced at his phone. Wei Ran had arrived in Qinghai safely. He had retraced the path his father had taken when he supported Qinghai's medical treatment. He still failed to give up the profession of a doctor in the end. Both father and son are destined to carry this honor on their shoulders. duty of.

On the night of seeing off Wei Ran for the last time, the moment Pei Xiaonan and Wei Ran looked at each other, she almost expressed her feelings, but in the end she rationally chose to remain silent.

She and Lao Wei have been unclear for so many years. In fact, both of them have understood the position of the other in their hearts, but neither of them chose to pierce the last layer of window paper, but left the answer to time. .

She believes that if two people are really destined, time will arrange everything.

Suddenly, an OA notification popped up in the corridor of the oncology department, and the condition of the 19-bed patient suddenly deteriorated. In the doctor's office not far away, Jiang Li put on a white coat and hurried towards the ward with a group of residents, passing by Pei Xiaonan. When the two of them just looked at each other, they knew everything the other wanted to express.

Pei Xiaonan turned around and looked at the doctors and nurses running on the front line of death, and suddenly understood the true greatness of this profession. They are indeed competing for death, and they are the last gatekeepers guarding the gate of heaven.

Pei Xiaonan's eyes fell on the huge and eye-catching slogan in the corridor of the oncology department:

"There is no need for obituaries here, only resistance!"

There are 330 eight beds in the oncology department. Behind each bed is the joys and sorrows of life and death of a family, and the joys and sorrows of life and death of a generation.

We just go our separate ways.

And the hospital is just a stop in life. The hospital is actually very small, so small that a ward can only accommodate a few people, but the hospital is also very large, so big that you can meet people from all over the world.

Pei Xiaonan glanced at her mother who was still in a coma in the ICU ward, turned around and put on a white coat, and walked towards the laboratory building of the hospital, taking every step steadily and firmly.

Someone once asked her if the thing she regretted the most in her life was that she chose to engage in cancer research and missed the age of marriage. Now Pei Xiaonan has a positive answer in her heart.

She has never regretted choosing this career!

Like more than 200 masters and doctors engaged in tumor research in the laboratory, she shoulders heavy responsibilities in her respective positions and plays her own light and heat for China's tumor cause.

Years will pass, but what is left is immortality after all!
Pei Xiaonan, Ji Han, Wei Ran, Jiang Li, and like the four of them, all the young doctors who stick to the front line of tumors in China have dedicated their youth to the medical cause they love.

Waiting for the future, looking back on the past, no regrets.

The whole book is finished.

(End of this chapter)