The firefighters were dressed in conspicuous clothes and were working hard to inflate the firefighting life-saving mat.
The onlookers were some distance away from the air cushion, all looking up at the roof of the hospital building.
Fish-scale-like clouds covered the sky, so fine and dense that the sunlight could not penetrate.
Near the edge of the roof, you can vaguely see a person standing there, as if he will fall down at any time.
On the rooftop, firefighters and doctors were trying hard to persuade him and stabilize him, but the suicidal patient still stood on the edge of the floor and refused to leave.
Whenever a firefighter approached, he would yell excitedly, "Go away! Don't come over here, or I'll jump!"
"Okay, we won't go over there, just calm down." Seeing this, the firefighters didn't dare to go over to rescue the person head-on. They could only give a secret signal to delay time, allowing others to try to come up from the downstairs window and rescue the person from behind.
Song Zhiying hurried to the top floor, her back wet with sweat.
The person who attempted suicide was a hospice patient. He was in the late stages of lung cancer and had given up on radiation therapy, chemotherapy, and surgery. His family only hoped he could live a few more months and pass away peacefully, with less pain.
However, terminally ill patients have to endure severe pain every day, and even cannot take medication to relieve the pain. Countless people want to commit suicide, but many are persuaded by their families and doctors.
Many patients in hospice wards are unable to move, confined to their beds, laden with tubes, covered in bedsores, and even incontinent. Pang Ming, a former farmer, was healthy and fit before his lung cancer diagnosis, and he remains mobile even after being transferred to hospice.
But today, he had originally agreed to just go downstairs with the nurse to relax, bask in the sun, and look at the flowers, plants and trees.
The hospice ward at Xiguang Hospital was located on the top floor, ensuring a quieter and less disturbed environment. To prevent any accidents, all the windows were sealed shut. But as he was going downstairs, Pang Ming suddenly discovered that the door to the rooftop had been opened by a maintenance worker. He suddenly broke free from the nurse and rushed up, intending to jump.
The situation got out of control after that. The nurse hurriedly called the fire truck, and someone rushed to the hospice department to inform her.
Song Zhiying took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She spoke gently to the patient, "Pang Ming, don't be impulsive. Think about it, your grandson will be born soon, and you haven't seen him yet. If you have any difficulties, or if there's something wrong with our hospital, come over and tell us slowly. We can solve it together, okay?"
When he heard the word "grandson", Pang Ming's expression relaxed slightly and he retracted his foot.
Song Zhiying breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to still have some concern. The worst thing was someone who was completely focused on committing suicide, with no other concerns.
She persuaded him gently as she moved closer. "Can I call your son and daughter-in-law and ask them to come over now? They just had a checkup at the obstetrics and gynecology department two days ago, and the baby is healthy. The due date is still a month away. If something happens to you now and your daughter-in-law gets scared, what will happen to the child?"
At this moment, Pang Ming suddenly began to twitch all over his body. He curled up in pain, groaned in pain, coughed hard, and coughed up blood.
He was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. His old, wrinkled face twisted into a distorted shape, and his voice was hoarse: "Doctor Song, I'm in so much pain. My whole body hurts. I'm really in pain. I might as well die than live in such suffering!"
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