When doctors have a simulated operating room

The man who came in was the father of the two girls, Wei Xiaojuan's husband.

The uncle in his fifties looked like a very ordinary middle-aged man.

At this time, the uncle was wearing a blue isolation suit, and most of his face was covered by a mask under his red and swollen eyes.

But Zhang Yi could see that the uncle had indeed endured a lot silently during the patient's hospitalization.

The haggard face could not be covered by a mask at all.

He really didn't want to appear too vulnerable in front of his two daughters.

So he kept suppressing his emotions.

At this moment, the two daughters were outside, and there were only the doctor and his dead wife in the room.

It seemed that he could also be relieved.

Zhang Yi looked at him and said:

"I'm sorry, we really tried our best. Her condition progressed too quickly. We tried many methods, but the final result was still unsatisfactory.

The time of death was about ten minutes ago, which was around 6:52.

You... please accept my condolences!"

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he gave up the seat next to the operating table.

At the same time, the uncle also staggered to the operating table.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a whole day finally broke out at this moment.

The uncle's suppressed sobbing began to gradually increase, and then the whole operating room echoed with his heartbreaking howling.

"Ah... Xiaojuan... wake up and look at me...

We have been married for 20 years, why did you leave me so long before me!

What should I do with my two children, Xiaojuan!

Didn't we agree to travel and dance together in the square after retirement!

Xiaojuan... you are so cruel, how can you bear to leave me alone..."

"Oh God... you are so unfair... why do you treat me like this!

Xiaojuan, wake up and look at me... The two kids are not married yet, didn't you say you would take care of their children?

Wake up, Xiaojuan, oh God! You are so bad!

I have never done anything wrong in my life, why do you treat me like this?!"

When he was excited, the uncle pounded his chest with his hands.

The hammer was so strong that other people standing next to him could hear the dull sounds coming from his chest.

Zhang Yi hurried to stop him when he saw this.

"Family members! Don't get excited. Although the dead cannot be resurrected... you who are still alive still have to live well.

I believe that if Wei Xiaojuan could still talk to you now, she would definitely tell you to live well and let you watch her two daughters get married and have children."

"Wuwuwu... Xiaojuan... you are so cruel... you just left us like this..."

Alas.

In the operating room, the two nurses on the side shed tears silently after seeing this scene.

Although they should be immune to such situations in the hospital after seeing so many such situations.

But people are all made of flesh and blood.

No matter how immune they are, they will still be moved by them when they encounter such situations.

After waiting for a while, when the uncle's emotions calmed down, Zhang Yi and others covered Wei Xiaojuan's body with a surgical sheet.

Waiting for the family members to contact the funeral home's car to come, they can put the body in a body bag and drag it away.

When he came out of the operating room, the uncle wiped away the tears from his eyes.

Zhang Yi thought that he was afraid that his two daughters would be even more sad when they saw their father crying so sadly.

So, this uncle must be strong.

This is what parents are like.

Although he has lost his identity as a husband, he still has his identity as a father.

As soon as he came out, the two daughters saw their father's face and knew the result immediately.

Crying is the best way for humans to vent negative emotions.

It will probably take the two girls several years to recover from the pain of losing their loved ones.

It was almost eight o'clock in the morning.

Doctors who worked in the emergency department during the day came to the office one after another.

As a result, Zhang Yi, who was on vacation, was sitting in front of Chen Fang's computer desktop and typing on the keyboard.

"Zhang Yi? Didn't you take a New Year's Day off? Why did you come to the hospital so early? You are not going to work today."

Wang Yufei asked while changing clothes.

He thought Zhang Yi had remembered the wrong vacation time and came to the hospital to work early.

Zhang Yi said in a low voice:

"Wei Xiaojuan's infection worsened in the middle of the night and she died. I performed the surgery and I wrote down the record."

"What??! Wei... Wei Xiaojuan

Juan is dead? ! "

Wang Yufei was very surprised, but he regained his composure the next second and said:

"I took over this patient yesterday, but when I went to the scene to pick her up, I thought she was dead.

As a result, I felt her artery and found that it was still pulsating, so I immediately took her back to the hospital.

When I saw her serious injuries, I felt that it was difficult for her not to be infected.

I didn't expect that after one night, this person was gone... Hey! "

"You guessed right, this person is still infected with multiple pathogens, fasciitis."

"Damn, fasciitis? There's nothing we can do. With her condition, it's hard for her to survive if bacteria enter her blood. "

Other doctors came to the office one after another.

When they heard that the patient who was squeezed under the car yesterday had died, they all showed surprised and regretful expressions.

Alas.

It is normal for people to die in the hospital, but watching the lives disappear under their eyes.

As a doctor, it is also painful.

After writing the operation record, Zhang Yi went home.

When he left, the funeral car had not arrived yet. When Zhang Yi walked to the hall, he saw several more family members of Wei Xiaojuan.

In addition to the father and daughter, other aunts and uncles came.

Zhang Yi glanced at them and was about to turn around and walk out when he heard the uncle calling Zhang Yi.

"Doctor Zhang, please wait a moment."

Zhang Yi stopped and looked at them: "What's wrong? Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The uncle and his two daughters followed.

Before Zhang Yi could react, he saw the three of them bowed to Zhang Yi.

"Alas? You don't have to be so polite! "

The uncle said with gratitude:

"Thank you, Doctor Zhang. You went to the hospital twice in the middle of the night for Xiaojuan. We all know this.

I'm really sorry to bother you, Doctor Zhang. You are so busy in the hospital all day.

I'm really sorry to come to the hospital at night and delay your rest. "

"No, no, no, don't say that. I'm a doctor. It's my duty to save people."

"Although Xiaojuan still didn't survive, we don't blame you, doctor. I know you tried your best. Thousands of words are not as good as a thank you, but... Thank you, Doctor Zhang! ”

[Ding! Gratitude points +1000!]

Hearing these 1000 gratitude points credited.

Zhang Yi felt a little unworthy.

The family members thanked him so much even though the patient was not saved.

Ah! I felt really bad...

After saying goodbye to the family members, Zhang Yi went home alone.

Zhang Yi was in a very low mood all the way.

Another death.

He remembered that Li Yong would remember the patients who died in his hands.

So, Zhang Yi would remember one from today.

From today, Wei Xiaojuan was the first patient who died after he was treated but failed to be rescued.

I hope that this number ‘1’ will always stay here and will not rise again.