She asked him what hope he wanted to find for the patient.
"We can only think of ways to control it first. This disease has a long course of illness. Now the symptoms are mild, and as long as they don't get worse, maybe she will be fine for the rest of her life. She won't suffer from heart failure, and she won't need a heart transplant. However, she now has myocarditis, and if we don't pay attention, it will definitely get worse faster." Song Xuelin said.
Some diseases can actually be delayed until the end of life. However, if you don't pay attention and speed up the process, you will die.
As Dr. Song said, it would be best for the patient to rest more from now on and not work so hard. Xie Wanying knew that it was difficult for the patient to do this. Judging from Liu Wenyu's working condition, she was completely forced by life.
What makes the doctors most uncomfortable now is that the patient is young and has no choice but to use his body to make money, and is being forced by society to shorten his own life.
"Where are her family members?" Song Xuelin asked.
In this case, if the patient has a reliable person to rely on, it won't be a big problem. If not, it will be fatal.
Soon, Song Xuelin saw from Xie Wanying's expression that this patient probably had no one to rely on. He understood and turned back. If he said anything more, he would definitely not be able to help. How could a doctor take care of every aspect of a patient, including his family affairs? He could only say that he could not help.
Unexpectedly, Xie Wanying said to him sincerely: "Thank you, Dr. Song."
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No, she thought that the conversation with Dr. Song was meaningful. At least, she trusted Dr. Song's speculation about the patient's condition, and Dr. Song's words hit the nail on the head.
If we want patients to live longer, I'm afraid that at this stage, we should not debate whether to treat them with surgery or internal medicine, but to find ways to adjust the patients' work and life rhythm. Patients need a more stable job, a job that is not too strenuous. I wonder if there are kind-hearted people in this society who are willing to give sick people such a glimmer of hope?
She could only go to her childhood friend to discuss it again. Lixuan knew many bosses, so maybe she could help Liu Wenyu find such a good boss.
She wanted to have hope in this world, which was the reason why she chose to continue to work hard as a doctor after her rebirth. Without further delay, Xie Wanying sent a text message to her friend, hoping for a good result.
After a while, Wu Lixuan, who was still awake, sent her a text message, saying that she understood and would help think of a solution.
Carrying the midnight snack that Dr. Xie had kindly brought him, Song Xuelin leisurely returned to the neurosurgery ward. In the end, it seemed that he could help her, and he was also happy.
After Xie Wanying finished her call, she walked back to the doctor's office alone and passed by the door of the surgical clinic along the way.
The door slammed.
She turned around and saw Senior Li walking out.
With one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone, Li Chengyuan didn't expect to meet her suddenly. The phone in his hand was a little hot. He had just talked to Fu Xinheng on the phone, so it was no surprise that they were talking about her.
"Senior." Xie Wanying greeted him with her chin in her hands.
Li Chengyuan glanced at her face: Well, it seems like she didn't hear it.
In fact, he was not afraid of her hearing it. What Fu Xinheng said on the phone was that there was no need to waste time lecturing her, as there would be plenty of people who would come to lecture her early tomorrow morning.
You’re right, didn’t Huang Zhilei rush over here tonight?
What surprised him was that Fu Xinheng probably said this to let her have a good sleep tonight and talk about it tomorrow. It was rare for a man who was called a robot to be so considerate to others.
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