Seeing Ren Chongda's sad face, Yue Wentong's heart sank to the bottom of the sea like a big brick.
As the monitor of this class for four years, he has long regarded every student in the class as a brother or sister. Whenever a classmate or a classmate's family has an accident, he and the counselor feel as if something happened to their own family, depressed, sad, uncomfortable, and occasionally angry.
"When does the counselor plan to tell him personally?" Yue Wentong asked in a low voice.
"It seems that his grandfather is about to collapse. His parents called me to ask me what to do, and whether to tell their son to go home immediately. They know that Shihua is in a critical internship period, and going home will delay his studies. They asked me probably to ask the doctors in this hospital if there is any way. However, his grandfather's condition is probably beyond saving. He has a cerebral hemorrhage and cannot have surgery. He can't be awakened and is probably brain dead." Ren Chongda said, picking up the cup to drink some water to moisten his throat, but he couldn't drink it, and he felt suffocated.
"In this case, I think it would be better to explain the situation to him in time. Even if he can't make it back, he may need to take leave to attend the old man's funeral. He needs to arrange his study schedule in advance." Yue Wentong suggested.
The squad leader he had chosen was calm, spoke clearly, and was logical. Ren Chongda agreed and asked, "Can you talk to him first?"
"The counselor asked me to come here for this, so of course I will go." Comrade Yue Wen said, taking the initiative to assume the responsibility of class monitor.
Ren Chongda patted his shoulders twice: I couldn’t be more satisfied.
Upon learning that Pan was in the emergency department, Yue Wentong rushed there.
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The emergency department sorted out the patient's medical records and prepared to send the patient to the inpatient department.
When the three were accompanying the patient, they saw the squad leader who suddenly appeared.
"Class monitor, what does the counselor want you to do in the medical school?" Feng Yicong asked, referring to Pan Shihua's speculation, "Did someone in our class get into trouble?"
Some classmates actually guessed where he was going. Yue Wentong was shocked.
The three students felt flustered when they saw that the class monitor's cool face seemed to be a little sad, which was unusual for them.
"Class monitor, it couldn't be that any of our classmates is sick like Zhao Zhaowei was at that time." Feng Yicong was so nervous that he couldn't finish his words.
"No." Yue Wentong denied.
The three students gasped in unison and were almost frightened to death.
After calming himself down, Yue Wentong walked over, took Pan's arm and brought him to the side, and started talking in private.
What did Pan do wrong? The other two students were worried and pricked up their ears to eavesdrop.
"Your grandfather suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and is being treated in the local hospital. Your parents called the counselor this morning. The counselor and I discussed it and decided to tell you about this." Yue Wentong whispered to Pan.
Pan Shihua froze for a moment, his handsome face turned pale, and his lips trembled: "My grandfather——"
"The counselor heard from your parents that your grandfather had high expectations of you." When Yue Wentong learned the news, he knew that this would probably be a big blow to his classmates, so he tried his best to weigh the intensity and content of his words.
"Yes, my grandfather is the one in my family who supports me the most in studying medicine and becoming a doctor." Pan Shihua's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was lost in the memories of his relatives.
Before he could become a doctor, his grandfather died - this was a real blow to a medical student who wanted to be a good doctor.
The two students who were attending the class as auditors also felt upset.
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