Chapter 346

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.

"They're putting on a double act at home." Chang Yue's tone wasn't good.

"A double act?" The professor was taken aback.

Although he had a high talent for language, the professor couldn't understand or comprehend such a description in a short time.

Zheng Ren Gang had just finished the slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction of the liver for the patient in bed 3-8; it could be said that, generally speaking, the patient's condition could be controlled.

But the patient's family had two children, one playing the bad cop, the other the good cop, and Zheng Ren still couldn't understand.

Seeing Zheng Ren looking bewildered, Chang Yue coldly explained: "The patient's hospitalization was arranged by the family."

Seeing Zheng Ren a bit dazed, Chang Yue coldly explained: "The patient's hospitalization was arranged by the family."

"It's so that relatives and friends can see that one isn't unfilial. The old man fell ill, wasn't taken to the township health clinic, but was brought straight to Hai Cheng and admitted to the best City First Hospital." Chang Yue's tone grew colder, and Zheng Ren could feel a bone-chilling cold.

"After the relatives and friends have finished viewing, the family starts demanding discharge."

"I just said a few words, telling him to wait until you come back from the slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction to see how big the chance of treating this disease is, and the patient's son started kicking up a fuss."

A few simple words outlined the whole matter clearly.

Many people are unwilling to spend money on the elderly while they're alive, but after they pass away, the funeral arrangements become extravagant.

It's for show, to save face for the living.

Zheng Ren understood this.

Because he understood,

he felt even more helpless.

The patient's condition was in a controllable stage. Although liver cancer is dubbed the king of cancers, Zheng Ren felt that as long as the patient came for Shou Bing and check-up every two months, undergoing Shou Bing when needed and otherwise being discharged, and without needing expensive targeted drugs, the patient could live three to five years without problem.

The patient's condition is at a controllable stage. Although liver cancer is dubbed the king of cancers, Zheng Ren feels that as long as the patient comes for Shou Bing and check-up once every two months, they should undergo Shou Bing, undergo Shou Bing; if no Shou Bing, then discharge. The patient doesn't need to take expensive targeted drugs and can live three to five years without problem.

Really helpless.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I'm filling out the discharge consent form." Chang Yue turned her head and continued typing.

Zheng Renye also had no way; he couldn't possibly press the old man onto the Operating table and just perform the Shou Bing.

The office was very Silence; Professor Rudolf Wagner saw that Zheng Ren and Chang Yue were not in good moods, had a lot to say to Zheng Ren, but could only suppress it.

Almost caused internal injury from holding it in.

Soon, Chang Yue sat at the desk and called in the family of the patient in bed 3-8.

The swearing man didn't come in; instead, the woman who had been urging the man entered.

She came in with an embarrassed look and said, "Doctor, I'm really sorry, my brother has a bad temper."

If it weren't for Chang Yue's explanation, Zheng Ren would have believed it then.

Being able to fool a veteran clinical doctor could be said to have reached a certain level of histrionics. Her expression was sincere and delicate, full of helplessness and sorrow.

But with Chang Yue's explanation, her "performance" seemed to Zheng Ren to be full of loopholes everywhere.

"Sign it." Chang Yue's face lost the smile she usually had when communicating with patients' families, cold as ice, like a sculpture.

"Mm-hmm." The woman quickly nodded and picked up the pen.

"Here, write: I have understood the patient's diagnosis of liver cancer, which can be treated with Shou Bing. But due to family and financial reasons, after consultation, the immediate relatives refuse Shou Bing and strongly demand discharge. Any consequences, they bear themselves." Chang Yue's wording was extremely harsh; ordinary discharge consent forms never put it so bluntly.

"In here, write, already understood the patient's diagnosis is liver cancer, can be treated with Shou Bing. But due to family and financial reasons, after discussion, the immediate family refused Shou Bing and strongly demanded discharge. Any resulting consequences, they shall bear responsibility." Chang Yue's note is written extremely harsh; normally, for automatic discharge, they would never phrase it so bluntly.

The daughter of the patient in bed 3-8 stared for a moment.

The daughter of the patient in bed 3-8 froze for a moment.

"Don't worry, no one else will see this consent form." Chang Yue said, "It's just to prove that I told you such things, so if Director Pan asks later, I'll have something to say."

Upon mentioning Director Pan, the woman felt embarrassed.

She no longer hesitated, and began writing down the long passage Chang Yue had said on the consent form.

Zheng Ren silently watched the woman sign, feeling an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Most of it is regrettable, I suppose.

Even if only one surgery were performed?

The patient could live an additional half year to a year.

If they go back now, they are estimated to die of illness within three months to half a year.

A long sigh.

The family of the patient in bed 3-8 quickly finished signing, and she then inquired about the discharge time and some related matters.

Chang Yue impatiently said a few sentences to her, then got back to his own work.

The patient's family felt somewhat complex emotions, while Zheng Ren had no mind to understand so much. Seeing this, just as Chang Yue had said, he also lost interest, and began to hold onto the General Surgery Department Shou Bing Study, reading it to himself.

The professor felt everything was strange and novel, clicking his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The patient's family left the office sheepishly, and less than half an hour later, carrying various bags, they brought the patient out of the Jizhenbingfang.

Being a clinical doctor is difficult, mainly because of this.

Human hearts are unfathomable; a little carelessness and one could be smashed to pieces.

This time, because of Director Pan's connection, the patient's family merely wanted to leave and didn't dare to overly insult Chang Yue and Zheng Ren.

If it were someone else, at the very least they'd provoke a bellyful of idle anger.

After finishing the discharge procedures for the patient, Chang Yue tossed the case file onto the nurse station, changed his clothes, and, without giving Zheng Ren a pleasant word, just left.

Zheng Ren certainly didn't dare to provoke Chang Yue; he estimated even Su Yun wouldn't dare to provoke this person.

Today's weather is not good; the noon sunlight is weak and not warm.

Zheng Ren was looking at the book, and also no longer felt the wonderful afternoon sunlight.

While reading, he chatted intermittently with Xie Yiren on WeChat; time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was afternoon work time.

……

Meanwhile, at a certain secondary-grade hospital in the Inner Mongolia Horqin Right Middle Banner (note 1).

The Intervention Department Doctor was participating in the hospital-wide consultation.

In the ICU ward, there was a patient with lower gastrointestinal bleeding; the entire hospital was at a loss.

Originally he had been overlooked by the hospital-wide consultation, but after seeing that hybrid surgery at Xinglin Yuan, he gained some insight. Upon hearing about the hospital-wide consultation, he came over.

He understood very well why a hospital-wide consultation was needed.

This disease cannot be treated here.

The hospital-wide consultation showed the hospital's importance. It's not a medical accident, but we really have no other way.

Before, there really was no way.

But now, the Intervention Department Doctor believes the patient at least has an opportunity to give it a try.

The Deputy Section Chief of the Medical Department presided over the hospital-wide consultation, with the heads of all departments speaking.

Everyone thought the patient was older, with more complications, and the Shou Bing risk…… could hardly be called a risk anymore; going onto the operating table would certainly mean death.

If conservative treatment were chosen, there would still be a one percent chance of survival.

But that also depends on fate.

The Intervention Department Doctor did not look down on them; this was limited by medical conditions.

A hundred years ago, pulmonary tuberculosis was still an incurable disease; what about now?

Because it was the most marginal department in the hospital, the Intervention Department Doctor sat in the corner, waiting for a long time.

Everyone had finished speaking; the Deputy Section Chief of the Medical Department gathered his things, preparing to adjourn the meeting, and habitually asked, "Anyone else with opinions?"

I want to say a few words.

……

(Note 1: One of my patients is the director of the Grain Bureau of the Inner Mongolia Horqin Right Middle Banner, retired for several decades. So I've always remembered this place name, finding it somewhat interesting.)