Master Doctor in the City

Ye Chen, Sun Xiaowei, and Xu Jiaojiao entered the general ward, and saw that the general ward was similar to the general wards of other hospitals. They were all in the same large ward, with the largest number of beds and beds. There is a patient lying there.

Ye Chen and Xu Jiaojiao came over, and the Song Ji they wanted to see was in the innermost bed of the ward. Now when the two Ye Chen walked over, they found that besides a person in a white patient suit was lying on the bed. In addition to the young people, there was an older, fifty-year-old woman sitting there beside the bed.

When she saw Ye Chen and Xu Jiaojiao coming over, the old woman asked, "Are you Xiaoji's classmates?"

Before Song Ji was sent to the hospital for treatment, except for Song Ji's classmates who came to see him occasionally, naturally there were no other people.

What's more, Song Ji's hometown is not in Shanghai, but in other places. It is not easy for relatives and friends from other places to come over.

Now that Ye Chen and the others are about 20 years old, Liu Lanfang thinks this should be his son Song Ji’s classmates.

"Auntie, we are Song Ji's classmates and his alumni." Ye Chen said with a reason.

When Ye Chen came, he didn't bring any other fruits. Even if he brought them, Song Ji could not wake up to eat. Now Ye Chen looked over and found that Song Ji, who was lying on the hospital bed, might have had his muscles and skins atrophied in the hospital for too long.

At the beginning, Sun Xiaowei was lying in a coma on the hospital bed for two months, and the skin and muscles on his body were atrophied. What's more, Song Ji has been lying on the hospital bed for too long.

For more than four years, apart from giving Song Ji a regular nutrient solution, it was the nurse's massage on his body and some sun exposure to prevent skin atrophy all over his body. Even so, Ye Chen looked over and found that Song Ji's face was very different from that of his peers.

"Ye Chen, it is him!" Xu Jiaojiao whispered from the side.

When Song Ji wanted to go to Xu's house, he was stopped by the Xu family at the door. Xu Jiaojiao took a look and still had some impression of Song Ji. Although Song Ji looks completely different from Song Ji four years ago, she still recognizes it.

"Auntie, Song Ji's situation, what does the doctor say now?" Ye Chen asked.

"The doctor said that if a miracle occurs, Xiao Ji will also wake up, otherwise, it will be like this for the rest of my life, but I am afraid!" Liu Lanfang said helplessly, before she knew it, she wiped the tears from her eyes.

She is actually only in her forties, but because of worrying about her son, she has become like an old woman in her fifties. It looks like other couples in her forties are only in their thirties. Compared to women, it's really completely different.

This is naturally because her son's coma has become a vegetative, which is very related. For so many years, she has also been worried and worried. Will her son be like this all his life?

She knows very well that with her son’s current situation, he spends so much in the hospital every day. Even if the hospital has medical insurance and can be reimbursed because of his student status, he still has to spend a lot in a month.

If it weren't for Liu Lanfang's wife, Song Ji's father Song Fugui could still do hard work, and Song Ji's medical expenses might have long been unable to pay.

At the beginning, the school and hospital also sympathized with Song Ji to help. However, one year has passed, and two years have passed, Song Ji’s condition is still the same. The school and the hospital are not charity organizations. In that case, how much can the hospital and the school help?

Even Song Ji’s classmates occasionally give out some money to help Song Ji, but if it is not a billionaire, it will not help much. This is why Liu Lanfang is worried?

"Miracle?" When Ye Chen heard this word, it showed that the doctors in the hospital had almost given up treatment for Song Ji. After all, it must be impossible to wake Song Ji by miracle.

Ye Chen also wanted to know more about Song Ji. At an age, it seemed that there was also a middle-aged man in his fifties, his clothes looked a bit dirty, and he was wearing a construction site safety helmet and came out of the ward.

Seeing the other person, they should be working on the construction site. Ye Chen naturally has no sense of rejection of this kind of people, because he met a lot when he was in the village, and now many people in the village are all plasterers who go to the city. They all rely on their own blood and sweat to make money, and of course Ye Chen admires them even more.

"Lan Fang, these three are Song Ji classmates?" Song Fugui came in with the insulation box and asked.

In order to take care of his son, and even for his son's medical expenses, Song Fugui traveled far and wide from his hometown to find a job on a local construction site in Shanghai. In fact, now that real estate is so developed, it is not difficult to find hard and tiring work on the construction site. The most important thing is that it does not require any culture, as long as you have done hard work.

After Song Fugui came to Shanghai, the money he brought, soon after Song Ji's treatment expenses, he could only go to the construction site and work, and he had been working for four years. It turned out that he was only in his forties. It looks like he is over fifty years old.

At this time, it was lunch time. After asking for leave from the contractor, he brought a box of lunch to his wife. He casually took a look at his son's situation. Unexpectedly, seeing three young people here, he thought it was Song Ji. Former classmates.

"Uncle, hello, we are Song Ji's alumni, come and see Song Ji!" Ye Chen said.

"Thank you so much!" Song Ji has always been able to come out of that village and be admitted to the National Chiao Tung University. For Song Fugui, it has always been his pride. However, he didn't expect that this kind of thing happened, and the car accident happened, and he never woke up again.

As for the classmates in Song Ji's class, four years ago, they were already in their junior year. Most of them had already graduated and worked, and the rest were still studying for postgraduates or taking civil service exams. However, among the classmates who came to help Song Ji pay part of the treatment fee, Song Fugui also did not refuse, because he knew very well that without their help, the hospital might have stopped the medicine.

"Uncle, besides giving Song Ji a nutrient solution, does the hospital have no other treatment?" Ye Chen asked.

"In addition to this, doctors occasionally perform hyperbaric oxygen therapy, the treatment fee is very expensive, and the rest is on our own, hoping to tell him a story, or some previous events to wake him up. However, there is no effect. Give up." Song Fugui said helplessly.

The reason why vegetatives are called the living dead is that vegetatives are a special human state similar to the living state of plants. In addition to retaining some instinctive neural reflexes and the ability to metabolize materials and energy, cognitive abilities (including recognition of their own existence) Knowledge) has been completely lost, without any active activities.

It is also known as the state of plant matter and irreversible coma. The brainstem of vegetative people still has functions. When delivering nutrients to the body, it can also digest and absorb, and can use these energy to maintain the body's metabolism, including breathing, heartbeat, blood pressure, etc.

It can also produce some instinctive reflexes to external stimuli, such as coughing, sneezing, and yawning. However, the body has no advanced neural activities unique to humans such as consciousness, perception, and thinking.

The EEG showed a spurious waveform. The plant state is different from brain death, which refers to the death of the whole brain including the brain stem. Brain-dead people have no spontaneous breathing, and the EEG shows a straight line.

Such people are still alive, but in the eyes of many people, they are almost dead.