For a moment, the two people who were filled with righteous indignation and sympathized with each other were speechless. How could the topic suddenly change without any warning? They were just happily complaining about each other.

Su Wei couldn't help but stick his head out and look at a group of people in white coats running around in the room at the end of the corridor. Then he retracted his gaze and looked at Mu Lian with a puzzled look.

Da Bing suddenly thought of something very serious. He clapped his hands and looked at Mu Lian, "Why don't you go to check on the ward?"

Normally, when the director makes ward rounds, someone has to report the patient history so the director can understand the situation. Dabing didn't go because Baiyu would report the history herself, and with so many white coats accompanying the rounds, her presence wouldn't make a difference, and the director wouldn't notice. However, Mulian was different. Chen Yu didn't go on the rounds, and neither did she, nor did her junior brother. There was no one reporting on their group's patients. The director wouldn't scold Chen Yu, but Mulian wasn't sure.

Mulian looked unconvinced. Why should she not go while she was teaching? The patient was his, not hers. Since he didn't care, why should she work for someone else for free? "If Brother Yu doesn't go, I won't go either."

"No, that won't work. You will be scolded to death by the director." Dabing immediately pushed Mulian to go for rounds quickly. Suddenly, his brain suddenly connected to the voltage, and he reacted and stopped what he was doing.

Mulian was very confused. She had been very anxious just now, but suddenly she relaxed and sat down at the computer desk.

Shizhu didn't care. He was the teacher and could report the medical history himself. One more or one less wouldn't make any difference. He could go or not.

Mulian sat next to Dabing and looked at him curiously, "Why don't you push me anymore?"

Shizhu sat up straight in an instant, leaning forward, very curious. Why did he stop so suddenly? The ward rounds were not here, and no one reported the patient's history. The director would be angry at him.

Su Wei looked bewildered. What if he didn't go for ward rounds? He'd never done them before. He was always late, arriving after handing over his shift, and nothing much happened. He thought Da Bing was just scaremongering and making a mountain out of a molehill.

Su Wei overlooked one thing. The interns had classes in the morning, and if they didn't have classes, they would go to the hospital for a walk and then go home. They were completely left alone.

Da Bing leaned back in his chair and said, "It's okay. Bai Yu is here. He will report his medical history himself."

Bai Yu works all year round and stays in the ward every day. He sometimes knows the condition of each patient better than the attending doctor, and is more than capable of reporting medical history.

Mulian couldn't help but snort when she heard this. She'd thought, "If Chen Yu doesn't go, then she won't go either." Why should a student, who knows nothing at all, be the one to do the ward rounds? She had no idea how to report the patient's medical history during the director's ward rounds? Wait, that's incomplete. This isn't just concealing the patient's medical history. The director doesn't know either, and can't guide treatment, which will delay the patient's condition. It's better not to go.

Dabing grinned wickedly as he leaned against Mulian, nudging her with his shoulder in a very ambiguous tone. "Why do you care so much about whether Baiyu eats or not? You don't even care about me."

Shizhu's heart suddenly ached, his pupils dilated, he couldn't believe it, but he didn't want to believe it. Could it really be the same as what Dabing said? However, he had heard her say with his own ears that she didn't like Baiyu anymore.

Su Wei was typing on the computer. Taking advantage of the break, she brushed her hair with one hand, not afraid at all. "Isn't it normal for my sister to care about everyone? Aren't you making a fuss?"

Mulian shook her head, suddenly thought of that incident, and spoke out something that had been forgotten for a long time.

That was four months ago, when Mulian was still working in the liver department. At the time, there was a patient named Zhang Wu with advanced liver cancer that had metastasized. His entire body was yellow, his limbs were skinny, and his belly was swollen like a woman about to give birth. Veins were exposed throughout his belly, making him look hideous, and his belly button was bulging. The cancer pain and abdominal distension were so intense that he was hunched over, and he cried out every day, not a single day without pain.

The family has given up and asked the doctor to treat the symptoms.

The challenge, however, was that this patient was determined to survive, demanding the best medicine every day. He wasn't afraid of the pain of blood tests and tests; as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he was willing to try. He constantly pressed the doctor for the best medicine, no matter the cost, to cure him.

The patient wants to live, but the living can't afford this gamble. Even if they win, no one knows how much money it will cost to cure the disease. Millions? Tens of millions? How many families can afford it?

Doctors are caught in the middle, struggling to save lives and heal the wounded, striving not to give up on any life. Not to mention medication, the cost of tests alone can run into the hundreds of thousands. Specialty drugs can be incredibly expensive, and may even prove incurable. Families often refuse to pay, leaving doctors to foot the bill, a cost they can ill afford. However, complying with the family's wishes and watching a life wither before their eyes goes against the doctor's original intention and is a source of guilt.

That day, the sky was overcast, with occasional wisps of mist rising. Mulian wheeled the patient's bed. The answer was obvious: transfer the patient to the oncology department, where he would undoubtedly die. No one was willing to take this gamble, and everyone tacitly chose to keep it secret.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, and the family members cannot be blamed. The living have to continue living. It is impossible to spend all their wealth on treating a disease with little hope, and then carry the burden of the future. If the living are returned to the pre-liberation era, the dead will die cleanly, and the living will have to start working hard to earn money and start all over again, and then they will live a life of poverty and hardship forever.

However, it is also very unbearable to ignore the wishes of the survivors. It is very cruel to let a person who wants to live watch himself wither like a withered flower.

As usual, Mulian pushed the patient into the ward and outside the nurse's station.

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