Xie Wanying and the other person entered the ward and heard the alarm of the ECG monitor in the corridor ahead. Without thinking too much, they ran towards the direction where the alarm came from.
Arriving at the ward, I first encountered a family member of another inpatient in the double room coming out with belongings, asking the nurse to help temporarily transfer the patient to an extra bed, otherwise he might not be able to sleep all night. I don’t know how long the patient in the next bed will be saved, and if he dies, it will be a big psychological blow to the other patient.
The rest of the ward were doctors and nurses who participated in the rescue, including doctors on duty, the patient's attending physician, interns, graduate students, and doctoral students. More than a dozen people were crowded in the narrow ward, making the air in the room extremely turbid and filled with anxiety.
Just as Xie Wanying and the others were about to step into the ward, they heard faint crying sounds coming from the other end of the corridor.
“Woo, woo, woo, woo—”
It was the voice of Chen Chengran’s mother.
"Okay, okay, don't cry."
Chen Chengran's father was comforting his wife, his voice full of fatigue. A man watched his son dying helplessly, his wife was crying, his heart was about to collapse, his body and mind were as sick as his son's, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
"What do you think we'd do if we died? The doctor told us to be mentally prepared -- we've just been transferred to this hospital --" Chen Chengran's mother asked her husband incoherently while crying, her words filled with despair that no one could help her.
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The couple originally thought that transferring to another hospital would bring hope of life to their son, but they did not expect that his condition worsened immediately after the transfer, and the doctor said it was too late to treat him.
Chen Chengran's father couldn't answer his wife's question. The doctor couldn't answer it, so what could he do?
"By the way, isn't his classmate a doctor?" Chen Chengran's mother raised her head and asked her husband, "When he was hospitalized today, his classmate said that he would accompany our son to cure his illness, and said that there is hope that Chengran can be cured. Where is the classmate he said this to?"
"You are talking about Doctor Pan, right? He is Chengran's classmate, but he is just a medical student." Chen Chengran's father reminded his wife to keep a clear mind and not take the medical student's words of comfort seriously.
The teacher said there was no hope, so how could the students save the patient?
"Chengran believes him. Chengran said that this classmate is very good. He ranked first in their class. He never lied. He is not the kind of person who likes to lie." Chen Chengran's mother took every word her son had said seriously.
Hearing his classmate’s mother say this, Pan Shihua seemed to tremble as he stood at the door of the ward: his classmate said he believed him, but what could he do?
Seeing that Pan was under too much pressure, Xie Wanying passed by him and went into the ward to ask about the patient's condition. She walked through the crowd and found Dr. Jiang, calling out, "Teacher Jiang."
Dr. Jiang, who was standing at the end of the patient's bed and watching the patient's condition with other doctors, didn't notice them coming in. He turned around when he heard the voice and was surprised to see her: "Why are you here?"
"The patient is a classmate of my classmate." Xie Wanying's brief explanation was very concise.
Doctor Jiang then saw Pan Shihua standing at the door. The pale face of the other party made Doctor Jiang sigh: If I had known this, I shouldn't have called him.
Some students are too kind-hearted, and even doctors who are their teaching supervisors are afraid of them, fearing that the students will be overwhelmed and too heartbroken to be able to continue working as doctors.
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