medical road with you

Chapter 45
Pediatric surgery is mostly children with congenital deformities. It is very strange that these children with defects are often very beautiful.
On the hospital bed, a child who doesn't know what a disease is is playing happily, and beside the hospital bed, a pair of worried parents are smiling and accompanying.
In pediatric surgery, it is really depressing and uncomfortable.
Two days after discussing with Tianhai, Lu Ping welcomed a new patient, Zhou Zichen, male, four years old, with congenital heart disease.
After reading the patient's basic information, Lu Ping turned solemnly, and flipped through the back, and sure enough, there was a charity funding application at the end.
This child is the one she picked out before.
Taking the medical records, Lu Ping went to the No. [-] hospital bed.
A small figure was lying on the hospital bed, his face was as round as a full moon, his skin was tightly packed, and under the sunlight, there was a shiny luster of water, as if the water could be squeezed out with a light touch of a finger Come.
This is the performance of severe edema!
The child is terminally ill with heart failure.
"Who are you to a child?"

Looking at a middle-aged and elderly woman in her 50s beside the bed, Lu Ping asked uncertainly.
Nowadays, second births can be seen everywhere, and there are many elderly mothers. It is not surprising for Lu Ping to say that this woman is the mother of the child.
"I'm his grandmother." The woman said sadly, her eyes were helpless and dazed, and there was a little bit of tiredness, which is a common expression for parents of chronically ill children.
"Where are the parents of the child?" Lu Ping asked one more time.
“His mom is pregnant again, and his dad is off to work.”

"Oh!"

Lu Ping felt sad when he promised so.
The child's parents are afraid that they are already planning to give up the child.
Yes, facing an unhealthy child all day long cannot bring the happiness that a healthy child brings to parents, and has to be sent to the hospital every now and then, not to mention spending money, and human energy can't bear it.
No matter how great and selfless love is, there will be a day when it will be exhausted.
"Can you tell me something about the child?"

Although she already knows the general situation of the child, Lu Ping still needs to know more carefully. This is the requirement of the doctor's consultation, and she also wants to know more clearly.
"He was bluish all over when he was born. The doctor did an examination and said it was tetralogy of Fallot. The doctor suggested that we have an operation. However, the situation was special at that time, so we didn't do it, and it dragged on day by day."

As she spoke, grandma suddenly lowered her head, covered her mouth, and trembled twitchingly.
Pa, pa, Lu Ping clearly saw two tears hit the floor.
At first, Lu Ping wanted to ask what was the special situation, but she couldn't continue to ask.
Patting grandma on the back, Lu Ping said: "Auntie, it's okay, we will arrange surgery for the child as soon as possible."

Grandma nodded without looking up.
Looking at the child lying quietly on the bed again, Lu Ping sighed and returned to the office with the medical records.
Looking through it casually, Lu Ping saw the signature of the family members on the admission notice: Sun Shulan (grandmother).
Lu Ping turned over all the pages of the medical records, and all the signatures were Sun Shulan, without any handwriting of the child's parents.
If it wasn't for grandma, this child might have died a long time ago. Hey, Lu Ping felt uncomfortable again.
The results of the echocardiogram came back quickly, tetralogy of Fallot, and the diagnosis was very clear.
Looking at the child's other examination results, the head doctor Yue frowned and tightened his brows: "The child's general condition is very poor, let's do a CTA."

CTA, CT angiography of the heart, can clearly show the shape of the blood vessels in each chamber of the heart.
Staring at the reconstructed image and looking again and again, Director Yue finally gave a conclusion: "I'm afraid this child won't be able to undergo surgery!"

"No surgery!" Lu Ping exclaimed.
"Yes." Director Yue pointed to the image and said, "Look, the pulmonary artery is too narrow, and the wall of the right ventricle is too thick. No, this child is afraid that he will never get off the operating table again!"

Once on the operating table, I am afraid that I will never get off again!
Lu Ping suddenly thought of Lu Yuejuan. At that time, her situation was much better, and this kind of accident could happen in the end.
this kid
Lu Ping suddenly felt very helpless.
When she told Sun Shulan to arrange surgery for her child as soon as possible, she could see the hope burning in her extremely tired eyes, but this time, she was going to let her down again.
"Is there no way at all?" Lu Ping really didn't want to just give up.
"There is a way, but it is difficult to operate."

"any solution?"

"Change your heart!"

Lu Ping's eyes that had just ignited hope dimmed again.
Heart replacement, this is not a kidney replacement, liver replacement, lung replacement, family members can donate, heart, each person has only one, each new heart source means the death of another life!
For a heart change, how many heart patients died while waiting for the source of the heart. Even if Zhou Zichen applied for registration right now, I don't know how long it will take to wait for him, and he doesn't have much time.
"Mr. Yue, according to your experience, how long can this Zhou Zichen last?"

Director Yue thought for a while: "Even if protein and nutrient solution are supplied adequately every day, it's hard to last more than a month."

Albumin, [-] per bottle, Zhou Zichen has difficulty eating now. If there is enough supply, at least [-] bottles per day, plus nutrient solution, the daily cost will easily exceed [-], well, even if the Haiping Charity Fund money I fully support it, but how long can this child support it?
When Chi Na returned to the dormitory, she was taken aback by the sight in front of her.
Lu Ping struggled with two steel needles against a lump of red wool.
"Pingping, you are not stimulated by Zhou Zichen's situation, are you? It's okay to vent your anger on these wool."

At that time, Lu Ping also romantically wanted to weave a scarf for Jiang Tianhai, but in the end, others were weaving scarves, while Lu Ping was killing wool. In the end, Lu Ping completely gave up. Of course, only Chi Na knew about this, Tianhai did not.
Lu Ping gave Chi Na a blank look: "Who are you to vent your anger on? I'm knitting a sweater."

Back in the dormitory, Lu Ping couldn't read the book anyway, and had already applied for a heart source for Zhou Zichen, but when she was dazed, Zhou Zichen's swollen and round face appeared in her mind.
Just when the newly bought wool arrived, she took it out and knitted it twice.
Chi Na picked up the bulging ball under the knitting needle, with a look of contempt: "Are you knitting sweaters or fishing nets?"

Lu Ping threw Chi Na a flying eye knife, pulled back his masterpiece, and continued to struggle with the needle in his left hand and the needle in his right.
"Pingping, I said, if you are short of sweaters, you can just buy one online, why bother to torture yourself and wool."

"I knitted it for a friend." Lu Ping was a little absent-minded at the moment, and opened his mouth to tell the matter.
friend?
Chi Na immediately felt vigilant, and looked at Lu Ping suspiciously.
Having been with Chi Na for so many years, once Chi Na tilted her head, Lu Ping knew what she wanted to do?
"It's not Jiang Tianhai, it's Song Zixiang, the one who helped me publish the paper!" Lu Ping explained Chi Na's confusion without waiting for Chi Na to ask.
A trace of complexity flashed in Chi Na's eyes, she didn't know whether it was disappointment or happiness.
"Hey, that Song Zixiang sounds nice, are you tempted?" Chi Na poked Lu Ping, and returned to her usual gossip face.
Lu Ping gave Chi Na another look.
Chi Na continued to poke, but this time, no matter how Chi Na poked, Lu Ping didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
"It's boring!" After trying ten times, Chi Na gave up: "Forget it, I don't care about you, I'm going to meet my brother Feng."

Holding the phone in her arms, Chi Na went to bed.
Lu Ping looked at the lump in front of him and thought of giving up.
Her hands are really not made for knitting sweaters.
Once, she gave up like this.
No, you can't give up. For no reason, Lu Ping remembered Tianhai's words, "The dream of medicine is the biggest dream of your life. For it, you have paid such a high price. How can you give up so easily!"

Pull out the steel needle, pull one end of the red thread, pull it a little harder, and the interlocking loops are re-drawn into a red thread, one after another, but only a few minutes, it took more than an hour to knit the sweater was taken apart.
Holding the needle in his left hand and the thread in his right hand, the red woolen thread was wrapped around his finger, and then gently put on the steel needle, one circle after another, Lu Ping started weaving again.
This time, she wove slowly and carefully, inserting, picking, and pulling, one stitch after another, the thread ball gradually became smaller and became a neat and even pattern.
An hour later, Lu Ping smiled when he picked up the barrel shape made of twisted red thread.
Don't give up, don't give up easily at any time, knitting sweater, she won't give up, Zhou Zichen, she won't give up either.
In this world, as long as you look for it, there is always a solution to the problem.
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"Do you want to carry out the search for the source of the heart?"

Holding Lu Ping's application form, Tianhai asked suspiciously.
"Yes." Lu Ping nodded seriously: "I don't know if this is in line with the purpose of your foundation."

Tianhai thought carefully for a while, and replied: "It matches."

Then Tianhai asked again: "How do you want the foundation to help you? Do you just need financial support? Or do you need our help to promote it?"

Lu Ping looked at Tianhai with admiration in his eyes. Sure enough, he was still thoughtful.
In fact, she just thought of this notice suddenly, but she really doesn't know how to implement it.
"I need it, I need it very much." Lu Ping replied honestly: "I have never done such a thing before, and I don't know how to do it. If you can, please help me."

Tianhai closed his eyes, thought carefully for a while, and replied: "I have three ways, one is to buy out some time slots on several channels with the highest ratings in Seoul TV to promote this event, but, you know, watch now There are fewer and fewer people on TV. The second is physical advertising platforms, such as bus stations, subways, elevator advertisements, etc. The third is to find some new media platforms, such as online platforms such as Xingyin. These platforms can Paid Promotion."

Lu Ping listened and nodded: "Well, you are better at it, and you have specific ways, okay, let's go through these three ways first, what do I need to do?"

"You just need to write down Zhou Zichen's situation in the most concise and easy-to-understand way. Note that the number of words must not be too many, preferably no more than one hundred words."

In today's fast-paced lifestyle, no one is in the mood to read a long paragraph of text.
"Okay, I understand."

That night, Lu Ping carefully studied Zhou Zichen's situation, carefully considered the clauses, wrote a 98-character introduction and sent it to Tianhai.
Tianhai quickly replied: "Yes, I will modify some more as appropriate."

Two days later, Tianhai called Lu Ping: "The three parties have already negotiated, starting tomorrow, the publicity will last for a week."

"Thank you, Director Jiang." Lu Ping asked again: "How much did you spend on the publicity?"

"You don't have to worry about this."

The next day, when it was seven o'clock, Lu Ping quickly opened the Hancheng Chaowen on the Internet platform, and after waiting for a full twenty minutes, it finally arrived.
The blue background, the standard Mandarin of the female anchor: "Now we are inserting a promotional activity for finding the source of the heart. A four-year-old boy is dying due to congenital heart disease. He is currently in urgent need of heart replacement surgery. If you have information about the source of the heart, please call Phone XXXX."

The whole process takes less than 1 minute, only a simple sentence.
Will this be effective? Lu Ping is unavoidably worried.
Taking advantage of half an hour before going to work, Lu Ping ran to the nearby bus stop again.
On the two-square-meter billboard, there is a small piece of tofu in the lower left corner: Zhou Zichen, male, four years old, suffering from congenital heart disease, is dying, and urgently needs heart replacement surgery, here is calling for your help, there is a source of heart Contact XXXXX for relevant information.
Lu Ping searched for it on purpose. If you don't pay attention, you won't notice such a passage at all.
Lu Ping's frown tightened again.
Open a certain sound, Lu Ping searches for 'find the source of heart'.
What Lu Ping didn't expect was that there are actually many people looking for the heart source here.
After flipping through two pages, I found Zhou Zichen's video. In the video, there are several pictures of the children. Below is a simple paragraph, the content of which is similar to what Lu Ping saw before.
There are more than 100 favorites, and there are some comments, most of which are "I hope you find your heart soon", but none of them can provide effective information.
If it looks like this, I'm afraid. . .

Throughout the day, Lu Ping couldn't help but look inside every time he passed the No. [-] hospital bed.
Zhou Zichen sleeps most of the time, and occasionally when he is awake, he listens to his grandmother telling him stories, or watches cartoons on his tablet.
In the few days since he was admitted to the hospital, Lu Ping hadn't seen Zhou Zichen get out of bed.
Also, his heart failure has reached the terminal stage, and even a little activity can trigger acute heart failure.
It was time for another infusion, and the nurse took the infusion needle to the bedside.
But four-year-old Zhou Zichen offered to stretch out his arm.
Because of the edema, the blood vessels were very difficult to find. After three times of piercing, it was still not accurate. The nurses were a little anxious.
Zhou Zichen didn't cry, but said: "Aunt Nurse, don't be nervous, it's okay, I won't move, you prick slowly."

The nurse smiled apologetically: "Zichen is such a brave baby."

The little Zichen who received the praise smiled happily: "Well, Zichen is the bravest. Zichen is not afraid of injections or taking medicine. Zichen listens to the doctors and nurses. If he recovers, he can leave the hospital to see his parents."

Standing at the door, Lu Ping couldn't bear to watch anymore, Ninja returned to the office in tears.
Zhou Zichen has been hospitalized for four or five days, but his parents have never visited him once.
Even so, what Xiao Zichen misses so much is seeing his parents. This is probably because blood is thicker than water.
At five o'clock, after get off work, Lu Ping immediately called Tianhai: "How is it? Do you have any news?"

Tianhai coughed: "There is no good news. A few people called, but they all expressed their willingness to donate. There is no news from Xinyuan."

"Oh!"

Just one word, Tianhai can hear how disappointed Lu Ping is.
"Lu Ping, don't be discouraged, I bought a seven-day release time, we still have six days, wait and see."

However, I don't know how long the child can wait.
Lu Ping thought of this sentence in his heart, but he replied: "Okay."

On the seventh day, everything was as Lu Ping worried, and there was no news, and Zhou Zichen's condition deteriorated, and he had already fallen into a light coma.
Seeing that the advertisement with the words Zhou Zichen was taken down, Lu Ping felt helpless like never before. Could it be that there was really no other way, could it be that he really wanted to watch such a well-behaved child step by step towards the end of his life.
He is only four years old, he has never had a day of fun playing like a normal child, he has been in bed all year round.
Lu Ping's heart tightened more and more.
(End of this chapter)