Jiang Yuanzheng spoke sincerely. Hearing this, Song Lan smiled and didn't dwell on the "thank you" he said. She said:
“Uncle Jiang, you are an elder. Please don’t use honorifics in front of me, a junior. Otherwise, I feel very uncomfortable.”
Seeing Song Lan's serious expression, Jiang Yuanzheng was taken aback at first, then nodded: "Okay." He used a respectful term for the young girl because he felt she was worthy, after all, his family knew what kind of situation his father was.
If surgery could be performed to reduce the old man's suffering, his family would have already hired the best neurosurgeon in the country to operate.
Unfortunately, it was impossible to do so. Several consultations with experts were held, but the results were always the same: there was no guarantee that the old man would be able to safely leave the operating table.
Well, even if you can safely get off the operating table, experts can't guarantee there won't be any long-term effects.
For example, memory loss, slow reaction, or even dementia and other problems.
Therefore, not only were his family members unwilling for the old man to take the risk, but the old man himself was also unwilling to undergo surgery.
It wasn't that the old man was afraid he wouldn't survive the surgery; it was that he was worried about long-term complications that would become a burden on his family.
In other words, dying on the operating table would be the end of it all, sparing the person from suffering. As for their family, they would only grieve for a while, and once they recovered, everything would return to normal.
Thus, the shell fragments that remained in the old man's brain from years ago were never removed. It's not hard to imagine the torment the old man suffered from that thing over the years.
At first, I could manage on my own, but for the past ten years, I have been almost inseparable from painkillers.
And the amount of painkillers is also increasing.
In short, the shell fragments remaining in the old man's brain really tormented him!
Let's get back to the main topic.
Song Lan gave Jiang Yuanzheng a few words of advice, then said goodbye to Grandpa Jiang, nodded to Jiang Yuanzheng, and left the ward.
...
Back in the office, before Song Lan could even sit down in her chair, the landline suddenly rang.
"Hello……"
As soon as Song Lan picked up the microphone and spoke, she heard Grandpa Jiang's voice coming from the receiver. A smile immediately appeared on her face as she said:
"Okay, I'll go to the compound early on New Year's Eve, and then go with you to the train station to pick up my parents..."
Don't worry, I can manage. Grandpa Jiang is recovering very well; he should be discharged a week after the New Year without any problem, right? His condition is very stable now, and he hasn't shown any unusual symptoms...
Yes, I just got back to my office from Grandpa Jiang's hospital room. Uncle Jiang is taking care of him tonight, um, I know… Okay, that's all for now. Grandpa, remember to say hello to Grandma for me… I'll be there on time, goodbye!
After ending the call, Song Lan put the receiver back on the landline, then casually took a pen from a drawer in her desk. She uncapped the pen and made a note of Grandpa Jiang's current physical condition.
Some time had passed when a knock came at the office door.
"Please come in!"
Song Lan didn't even look up, just said casually while continuing to work with her hands.
"Dr. Song."
As the door opened, Mu Ting's voice rang out.
Just as Song Lan finished writing the last character, she looked up at the person who called out, "It's Dr. Mu, please sit down." After capping her pen, Song Lan stood up to pour Mu Ting a glass of hot water, but unexpectedly, as Mu Ting entered the room, there was another person following behind him.
Seeing this, Song Lan smiled and greeted them, "Dr. Qiu, you're here too? Come in and sit down. I'll pour you and Dr. Mu a cup of hot water to warm your hands."
The office is heated, but this winter in Beijing is especially cold. Even walking in the hospital corridor, if you're not dressed warmly enough, you'll definitely feel cold and want to rub your hands and stomp your feet to ward off the chill.
"I don't know what's going on, but this winter is unusually cold. Dr. Mu and I shivered a lot while walking in the corridor."
Qiu Mingxuan rubbed his hands together and said something.
Mu Ting glanced at him indifferently: "You're the one shivering, I'm not."
"Are you sure you're not? Dr. Song, if you had a mirror, you might as well take a good look at yourself and see how frozen your ears and nose are."
Upon hearing Qiu Mingxuan's words, Mu Ting unconsciously rubbed his ears and then pinched his nose, but did not respond to Qiu Mingxuan's words.
"You've come here because..."
Song Lan's bright, smiling eyes held a hint of doubt.
"I came here to ask you a few questions about brain nerve tissue, but I didn't expect Dr. Qiu to come looking for me. When she learned that I was coming to see you, she came along with me."
Mu Ting explained his purpose.
Qiu Mingxuan said, "Dr. Song, I also have a few questions I'd like to ask you."
"Although I am here on temporary assignment, we are true colleagues until I return to my original unit. Don't be so polite with me and ask me for advice. In my opinion, we should be discussing issues and making progress together."
Song Lan invited the two to sit down and poured them a cup of hot water, placing it on the table.
"Yes, yes, we are making progress together."
Qiu Mingxuan smiled and agreed.
Mu Ting didn't say anything, but nodded, agreeing with what Song Lan said.
Soon, the office was filled with the sounds of the three discussing issues related to neurosurgery and thoracic surgery, but Song Lan did most of the talking, while Mu Ting and Qiu Mingxuan either listened quietly or asked questions.
As time passed, whenever Mu Ting and his companion received an explanation from Song Lan for their questions, their voices would involuntarily soften with laughter.
"Dr. Song, thank you so much! Your explanation was so enlightening, I suddenly understood everything. To be honest, your knowledge of medicine is far beyond my reach!"
After Song Lan finished explaining the questions that Mu Ting and the other person wanted to ask, Qiu Mingxuan immediately thanked her and then showered Song Lan with compliments.
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