Doctor Song, are you married?

Chapter 121 121. I want to live with dignity
In the afternoon, Song Qi came to Director Shan's consultation room.

"You don't cut your hemorrhoids in the anorectal department, why do you come to me!" Shan Weihao still held a grudge against Song Qi who went to the anorectal department just after working with him for a day.

"You think I'm willing to go, isn't it because Director Ju is sick?" Song Qi said with a smile.

"You boy, don't you get cheap here and act good. I know the twists and turns in your forehead very clearly. Tell me, why did you come to me today?"

Shan Weihao naturally knew that Song Qi didn't come here today to chat.There must be something to ask myself, otherwise, this kid will not think of himself.

Song Qi didn't hide anything, and smiled again, "Director Shan, do you have any research on radical surgery for colorectal cancer?"

"Radical resection for colorectal cancer? You have a lot of appetite. Have you understood all your hemorrhoids?"

Song Qi shook her head hastily, "At my level, I definitely can't do this operation, there is just a patient." Song Qi said, and took out Wang Xiaoai's medical records.

Shan Weihao took it over and looked it over carefully, and then closed the medical record: "This situation, what's the delay? Hurry up and arrange surgery!"

"Director Shan, I came to you just to ask, is there any possibility of protecting her anus in this situation?"

Song Qi actually had a glimmer of hope.

But Shan Weihao shook his head resolutely, "Don't think about it, maybe you will have a relapse, honestly, there is still a glimmer of hope."

This result was already expected by Song Qi.

"Director, she is only 24 years old, so there is really no other way?"

"You kid, don't keep giving me problems. I'm the director of general surgery, not a fairy." Shan Weihao picked up the medical record and hit Song Qi on the head.

As an old doctor who has worked in surgery for 30 or [-] years, he has seen countless medical records that are more tragic than this. This girl can still live a little life by cutting the anus, and many patients, even such an opportunity is a luxury. .

"Song Qi, as doctors, we must learn to choose. We must know that in many cases, you can't have both." Shan Weihao shook his head.

Song Qi knew that there was probably no room for discussion on this matter.Then he turned and left the outpatient clinic and went to the anorectal department.

Before entering the elevator, the cell phone rang, and Song Qi saw that it was the call from the anorectal nurse station.

Song Qi quickly connected.

"Doctor Song, where are you? Hurry up to bed 24!" the little nurse said eagerly, and hung up the phone.

Judging by the tone, something unexpected must have happened in the department.

Song Qi didn't dare to neglect, and hurried into the elevator.

In fact, Song Qi is not considered an official staff in the anorectal department. He mainly focuses on surgery. After surgery, he writes the patient's course of disease and gives doctor's orders. He basically doesn't participate in it. Of course, he is not allowed to participate.

Therefore, he has no impression of what kind of patient the 24th bed is.

As soon as I turned into the ward of the anorectal department, I saw that the nurse's station was empty, and several family members of the patients gathered in the corridor, all pointing in the direction of bed 24.
He hurried to bed 24.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a pungent smell of pesticides.

He suddenly felt bad.

Ju Dachuan, who was still in the hospital, also put on a white coat and stood in front of the hospital bed to direct. Xiao Pang was giving medical orders to the patient, the head nurse was putting on a monitor for the patient, and another nurse was preparing gastric lavage equipment.
There was no panic in the ward as expected.

However, Song Qi knew that everyone was really carrying out a rescue.

Song Qi glanced at the card inserted on the hospital bed, which read: Zhou Hong, 45 years old, after colorectal CA radical operation.

Song Qi remembered that this patient was admitted to the hospital a few days ago.

Her operation was performed in a well-known third-level hospital in Shanghai. Since there was no family member to accompany her there, she was transferred to the District Hospital of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine after the operation.Like other people with a stoma, she has a special pouch in her abdomen.

The head nurse is the only registered ostomist in traditional Chinese and Western medicine in the district, so many patients with ostomy will choose to come here for postoperative recovery.

The reason why Song Qi has an impression of this patient is because one day at noon, when he finished changing the medicine for a hemorrhoid patient in the next room, this woman named Zhou Hong suddenly stopped him.

"Doctor, can you prescribe me a bottle of sleeping pills? I haven't been sleeping well lately"

Song Qi remembered very clearly that she said it was a bottle of sleeping pills, not a sleeping pill, and he subconsciously looked at her a few more times.

That is a very temperamental middle-aged woman, her body and skin are well maintained, and her voice is soft and soft.

In the hospital, sleeping pills are strictly controlled drugs, and they cannot be prescribed casually. Only those with professional titles above the attending doctor have the right to prescribe them.

Song Qi felt that this patient was very strange at the time, but since he did not have the right to prescribe, he rejected her.

Afterwards, he specifically told the responsible nurse about it, and asked them to pay more attention, but unexpectedly something happened.

"Director, head nurse, please stop busy work, there is no need for gastric lavage, and there is no need for resuscitation. I am drinking paraquat, and I have drunk most of the bottle. There is no point in tormenting. Just let me go quietly. .”

The woman lying on the hospital bed was wearing a pink dress with light makeup. She was lying peacefully at this moment, speaking to the medical staff who were being rescued in an extremely soft voice.

The head nurse sighed, "Zhou Hong, don't be silly, your daughter will be here soon, and when she comes, we will"

The head nurse didn't go on.

Everyone here knows exactly what the half bottle of paraquat means.

20ml of paraquat is enough to be fatal, let alone half a bottle.

Gastric lavage and rescue are really meaningless.
"Director Ju, I heard that you also just had an operation, so I really troubled you." Zhou Hong looked at Director Ju again, and said apologetically.

Ju Dachuan wanted to swear at his mother, but he didn't swear, he just slammed the end of the bed with his fist!
"It's my daughter's wish to have this operation. I have fulfilled her wish, but I can't live with a dung bag for the rest of my life. Now it's time for me to fulfill my wish."

"I am a dancer, and the value of my life is to dance under the spotlight, not to have a dung bag wrapped around my stomach, emitting a pungent smell at any time"

"If I can't dance for the rest of my life, what's the point of my life?"

When everyone was busy with the rescue, Zhou Hong was like an outsider, powerlessly confiding.

Song Qi thought of that 24-year-old girl named Wang Xiaoai. She would rather die than have surgery. She must have the same idea as her, right?
"At the last moment, I beg you to grant me one wish. Don't try to rescue me. I hate the appearance of tubes all over my body. I want to leave quietly and with dignity. Is that okay?" Zhou Hong's eyes were red, and she looked up. Director Xiang Ju.

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