Human bodies also have their limits. They were very ill, their organs were failing and dying, and they were old, so they were destined not to escape this fate.
William said expressionlessly, "You should be prepared. People are born, grow old, get sick, and die. There are some situations that I can't help with."
Tang Yaoyao stood aside, feeling the despair. She also knew medicine and could cure some difficult diseases, but people will die, and no one can stop that.
She had already calculated the fate of the person in the ward; today was his day of return.
Some people are destined to die, just as they get old and eventually stop working, like machines that eventually stop functioning.
Even if they are saved, they will only be empty shells.
The operating room lights went out, and the doctor came out, shaking his head: "The patient's heart has stopped."
The family collapsed to the ground, shocked and weeping, then cried out, "Didn't they say William could cure all diseases? How come he can't cure my father? Is he even a doctor? Is he an expert? How can his skills be so poor? He can't cure diseases at all, and he can't solve our problems!"
"He's not a good doctor. He watched my father die. He's not trustworthy!"
"You all refused to help my father, and you couldn't even save him. Is this still the best hospital in Rongcheng?"
"I don't believe it anymore. William is just a name. You guys are all good at bragging. He can't cure diseases at all. Look at him. My father died, and he wasn't sad at all. He didn't show the slightest bit of grief. He's so cold-hearted. You're all so cold-hearted!"
The parents were very emotional, accusing William of being too indifferent and offering no comfort whatsoever, which instead made them face reality.
Tang Yaoyao stood aside, feeling quite sad. She wasn't sad for the patient's family, but for William. She felt a sense of helplessness. Could people with terminal illnesses in this world survive?
How long can it live?
Who can bring someone who is terminally ill and beyond cure back to life?
Those terminal illnesses and deaths from cardiac arrest that can be cured only appear in fantasy dramas.
There are outstanding doctors and experts, but there are also many people they cannot save.
Even Hua Tuo couldn't cure the dead.
But they will then face criticism from biased family members.
They even caused a scene at the hospital, as if only their lives mattered.
Other people's lives don't matter.
William gave them respect, but they did not give William respect, denying his efforts and the fruits of his labor.
But none of that matters, and William doesn't care; he wants to save even more people.
Some people are beyond cure, and he won't put in much effort. Death is a process, and you have to learn to accept it.
Zhang Ting stopped them: "Stop blaming Dr. William. He's a human being, not a god. Your old man is terminally ill and beyond saving. Even if he hadn't been poisoned, he wouldn't have lived more than a few days. Do you understand? Don't put all the blame on the doctor."
Zhang Ting finally said something sensible: even if the old man hadn't been poisoned, he would have died today anyway.
Although William didn't show any discomfort, Tang Yaoyao sensed a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
Even if someone is called a miracle doctor or an expert, they still bear a different fate.
Everyone's lives depend on him, and they have high expectations of him. They wish he could bring the dead back to life. If he fails to cure them, he will have to bear all the blame.
He didn't care what people said about him or what labels they gave him—quack doctor, poor skills—he seemed to have gotten used to it.
Tang Yaoyao could tell that this wasn't the first time; he had experienced it before.
Perhaps because he is young and takes on this responsibility, people may not trust him, but they forget that he has saved countless lives.
Tang Yaoyao checked the information and found that he was involved in major disasters in various regions, whether it was viruses, poisoning, plagues or other serious diseases. He was always fighting on the front line, so tired that he had to be carried away, working day and night.
He went abroad to attend lectures, and when a major incident occurred in China, he rushed back immediately.
I doubt anyone saw all that effort.
Tang Yaoyao sometimes mocked these people, wondering why they couldn't see other people's success and vented all their resentment on doctors.
She didn't understand. Everyone was working hard; the nurses and doctors were almost always there, and everyone was striving for them.
In the end, we still have to comfort them and tell them to accept the loss.
She saw William put on a mask and gloves, dressed neatly, and enter another research room to begin his long work. He might study for a day or two without sleep, just to buy time for those who need to live.
He had no time to be sad; he could only work hard.
Tang Yaoyao handed him tools from the side.
William turned around, saw Tang Yaoyao, and smiled gently: "You've come."
"You must be feeling pretty sad too." His family didn't understand him.
William curled his lips in a mocking smile, unsurprised: "It's nothing. As a doctor, I have to withstand the anger of family members. I'm a doctor, not Guanyin. I don't have the heart to save all living beings. I only have the ability to give life to those who can live."
"You've already done a great job," Tang Yaoyao encouraged. "I know you once saved 20,000 lives in Feizhou in one night. They were all very grateful to you and called you a god from the East. You once fought for three days and three nights without rest, and you were so exhausted that you had to be carried away. You were even featured in the news. At that time, the citizens were moved by you and loved you very much. All your efforts were worthwhile. You have always been the best doctor in the hearts of most people."
There will always be a small number of people who blame others for their own gains and losses.
But as a doctor, I can't get angry.
William asked, "Did you check my file?"
"I've looked into it and heard Ye Changfeng mention it. He thinks you're amazing and even idolizes you. But Ye Changfeng is a very reserved person and didn't show it. He also said that after this is over, he definitely wants to discuss medical matters with you."
After hearing what Tang Yaoyao said, William felt much better: "There's nothing to discuss. We still need you guys to work on the pharmaceutical industry. It's all thanks to everyone's efforts, but the credit is all on me."
"Let's work together." Tang Yaoyao said with a smile, "Come on, Dr. William, let's work together and believe in each other."
Seeing Tang Yaoyao smile, William was in a very good mood and wanted to pat her head, but he didn't have his hand: "Actually, I haven't experienced anything like today for several years."
Tang Yaoyao's guess was correct; he had encountered this before.
“Back then, I was young and arrogant, thinking I was invincible. I thought I could easily cure even the most difficult diseases. Many veteran doctors consulted me, and I became famous overnight.” William said sarcastically, “With my fame, many people lined up to see me. I also thought I could bring the dead back to life. But that’s not true. Some people have their own destiny, and living is a thousand times more painful than dying.”
William recalled how he had saved a couple suffering from terminal organ failure while he was abroad.
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