Special Patients
Clumsy arguments cannot make people understand or even empathize with you.
"There's no need to talk any further." Fang Huai thought to himself as he turned around and took another look at the car driving away.
He walked into the hospital with determination. He is now a doctor. Being a doctor was the profession he most wanted to pursue when he was young. As time went by, his yearning turned into desire.
That year, after fleeing home in disgrace, Li Xuan took him to a hospital. The doctor patiently treated the inflamed and festering burns on his back. Tweezers, holding soft cotton, gradually cleaned away the foul pus. Finally, the gauze wrapped around his back transformed into a white butterfly.
"They are truly amazing. They can actually heal these bloody wounds and make the excruciating pain go away."
He was in a daze at the time, and he tried hard to look up at the doctor's back, with a white butterfly lodging in his heart.
After that, he had two goals: to catch up with Li Xuan and to become a doctor like him.
He put in all his efforts to reach this position, and the moment he became the attending physician, the heavy stone in his heart began to fall.
The scars on his back fell off and scabbed over, finally fading into uneven white marks. He had many ways to remove these ugly scars, but he didn't want to.
Was the first goal achieved? Fang Huai asked himself this question more than once, and the answer was always: No. Fang Huai did not look back this time, and neither did Li Xuan.
"Doctor Fang, you're finally here." As soon as I stepped into the hospital, I was pulled away by a hurried colleague.
"What's the situation?" Fang Huai quickly changed his clothes and followed his colleagues to the ward, asking about the details as he walked.
My colleague shook his head and said, "It's not very good. There are too many patients now, and the infectious disease department is understaffed."
"I arrived at the hospital before you. It was packed with parents holding their children. All of those patients had one thing in common: rashes and severe wounds that were festering and infected."
Fang Huai had a serious expression on his face. After completing the relevant formalities, he threw himself into his work.
The atmosphere in the hospital was very depressing. A large number of young children suffered from rashes. In severe cases, their entire bodies were swollen, leading to difficulty breathing, and they were also accompanied by symptoms such as high fever and vomiting.
The cries of frustration and regret from the parents echoed in the corridor. Emotions are contagious, and for a moment everyone present was in a depressed mood.
At the same time, all major hospitals in Nanshi received patients with the same symptoms, all of whom were under eight years old.
All major hospitals immediately reported to the relevant departments. The infection department was short of staff, so qualified personnel from various departments were transferred to assist. It is currently unclear whether the rash is contagious, so the patient can only be temporarily isolated and treated.
Patients were sent to the emergency room one after another, and Fang Huai and his colleagues were so busy that they wished they had a few more pairs of hands.
He took advantage of a short break to replenish his strength, and continued to work when his strength was almost restored. The high-intensity work forced him to leave the operating table. After changing shifts, he went to rest and his steps were so weak that his legs were shaking when he walked.
He rested for a while and then went on again.
During this period, no one dared to rest for too long. As soon as they recovered their strength, they would rush into the battle immediately, because as soon as they closed their eyes, they would see the shocking wounds, and the low cries of children would always ring in their ears.
A large number of medical staff rushed to Nanshi to share the pressure on local hospitals. The doctors in Nanshi, who were always nervous, finally had some time to breathe.
After being relieved of his shift, Fang Huai hurriedly finished his meal and fell asleep on his desk. In just a few days, he had visibly lost a lot of weight.
When people are busy, they always forget the time, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past half month, Fang Huai has seen too many joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.
The hospital was packed with all kinds of parents, holding their children in their arms or hands, some with nervous expressions of genuine worry, others with a nonchalant air of indifference.
A couple rushed into the hospital with their child. The child in their arms was crying until his voice was hoarse. Behind them was a little boy with his head bowed. Fang Huai and the others rushed over to help.
While Fang Huai was helping, he suddenly saw a red rash on the little boy's neck. He hurried forward to check and found that the child's body was covered with red rashes, his eyes were swollen into slits, his lips were cracked, and he had a high fever.
He immediately asked his colleagues to take the weak boy away for a physical examination.
"How is Doctor Fang's patient?"
Dr. Cheng, who was working with Fang Huai, quickly calmed the patient down due to his hoarse voice, which surprised Fang Huai.
Dr. Cheng shrugged, "I came to help you after making sure the boy only had a minor scrape."
Fang Huai looked at the boy on the bed whose condition had temporarily stabilized, frowned, and gestured to Dr. Cheng to go out and talk.
Outside the ward, Fang Huai whispered, "The situation is basically stable now."
"After asking, I found out that he had been running a fever for two days, but he wasn't crying or making a fuss. Fortunately, he didn't scratch the wound, causing a rash or ulcer, otherwise..."
“There is a risk of further infection.”
Fang Huai looked behind him and didn't see the boy's parents. He couldn't help but ask, "Where are the child's parents?"
Doctor Cheng couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "He's taking care of his brother."
For a moment, both of them were silent, but they were helpless.
"Doctor Fang, keep working." Doctor Cheng patted Fang Huai's shoulder and said casually, "Don't think too much, otherwise your little shoulders will be crushed."
Fang Huai nodded, pursing his thin lips.
He thought that being anxious would help him “not be infected by emotions” and “not empathize”, but how was that possible?
How can a doctor who is always in contact with patients not be affected by their emotions? He is not made of wood or stone.
During a break, colleagues who were having lunch together were quietly discussing the incident. One of the doctors said weakly, "How could this happen?"
"The patient stayed in our hospital for such a long time, and his parents only showed up when they took him to the hospital. After they made sure their little son was fine, they went home and never saw him again."
Doctor Cheng swallowed a mouthful of food and said vaguely, "Maybe he's busy."
"Hurry up and eat. We still have to go to the ward for rounds after dinner."
The doctor sitting across from Fang Huai sighed, "People are so complicated. Not every parent is competent, or in other words, not every parent is sincere."
The boy's younger brother has parents who love him very much, but for the boy, everything is the opposite.
Even though their parents are the same, "love and care" are not.
Some people said indignantly: "They are their own children, why do you do this?"
"Why would any parent not love their own child? Even if they were adopted, they wouldn't be so cruel and neglectful, right?"
"Doctor Fang, am I right?" the man asked as he approached Fang Huai.
Fang Huai paused while eating, said "hmm", and continued eating.
Doctor Cheng usually had the best relationship with Fang Huai and knew something about Fang Huai's situation. He quickly stuffed a steamed bun into the mouth of the young man who spoke without thinking.
"Eat quickly, you're talking too much!"
After dinner, Fang Huai found an empty window to get some fresh air. He slowly exhaled and looked out the window intently. A figure was slowly approaching.
Fang Huai's fingers wrote a few words on the window: parents, children, love?
The correlation between these three words is too strong, yet too vague. It seems that everyone is telling him: There are no parents in the world who do not love their children, but is this true?
He had no answer from beginning to end, and he had no idea of the connection between these three words.
He was abandoned at the gate of an orphanage when he was little. His biological parents were found dead in their small rental house, but he had no influence on them. He only remembered the figure who always had his back to him and the words that made him hide in the corner.
He was adopted by the Fang family at the age of five and had the so-called "parents", but he knew that his parents did not love him, or there was no "love" between them as others said.
He was a person who appeared in the Fang family at the right time, but after Fang Henan was born, he became a "guest" who stayed at the wrong time and became the fuse for countless quarrels.
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