"Are you close to my son?" the aunt suddenly looked at her and asked.
"We are classmates, Auntie." I know that Auntie now regards Li Qian'an as her own son.
"I know you are classmates. Are you in love?"
"No." You can't say this casually.
"I want to hold my grandson," said the aunt.
Auntie has a grandson, right? Xie Wanying guessed that at her age, her son should have started a family. Turning around, she saw the squad leader walking to work in the corridor outside the ward, and Xie Wanying called out, "Squad leader."
Hearing her voice, Yue Wentong stopped, walked towards the ward and asked her, "What's the matter?" Looking behind her, he saw the aunt in bed 23. Bed 23 belonged to the third group and was the patient in charge of Gao Zhaocheng, and he followed Gao Zhaocheng.
Speaking of bed 23, Aunt Wang thought that her chronic diarrhea was caused by indigestion before she came to the hospital. She went to see the internal medicine department. The internal medicine doctor recommended a colonoscopy, and found that she had colon cancer, so she was transferred to the second general surgery department. A few days after the transfer, along with the results of other systemic examinations, the patient had systemic metastasis.
This case is somewhat similar to the case of the dancing auntie that Xie Wanying mentioned before. The tumor seems small, but because the patient is relatively young, it metastasizes very quickly. Auntie Wang is not as lucky as the other auntie. It was discovered too late. Now she can only take a gamble by undergoing systemic chemotherapy.
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Therefore, the doctor called the family to come yesterday to ask about their wishes. The patient is in this condition now, his brain is lacking oxygen, and his mind is not very clear, so it is impossible for him to make a decision on his own.
Yesterday, when Senior Brother Gao was talking to his family, Yue Wentong was there and listened to the entire conversation.
The family’s opinion was to give up treatment and let the patient go home.
Once the patient returns home, he will probably die faster because there is no oxygen at home like in the hospital.
Doctors will try their best to persuade the patient, even if they don't want to provide treatment, to see if they can let the patient stay in the hospital for a few more days with oxygen or injections so that the patient feels more comfortable before returning home.
But the patient's son was unhappy and said the hospital was wasting their money. The hospital shouldn't have admitted his mother in this situation.
Where in the National Association does one need to retain a patient to make money? Send this patient out and bring in someone who can do the surgery, and you can make more money. There are a lot of patients waiting in line for beds outside.
Gao Zhaocheng naturally smiled and ignored what the patient's family said.
What Yue Wentong never expected was that he later heard from Lin Hao, who was on night shift, that his patient was looking for Li Qian'an's son every night.
How could his classmate be so stupid as to step into the muddy water? Didn't he know that he should always keep a certain distance from the patient?
After breakfast, Li Qianan hurried back to the ward to see the patient. When he saw the squad leader, he was stunned for a moment: "Squad leader, you are here?"
Yue Wentong turned his head and glared at him with dissatisfaction.
Receiving this glare, Li Qian'an wondered: What's going on?
Xie Wanying asked Li Qi'an to accompany her aunt, and pulled the monitor aside to ask: "Do you know that she has a grandson?"
"You are meddling in my patient's family affairs just like him. What do you want to do?" Yue Wentong did not answer her question. He glanced at her, unable to believe that she was as stupid as Li Qian'an.
If the patient's family is easy to talk to, the doctor can help, needless to say. But this aunt's family only wants to complain about the doctor, so what can the doctor do?
"What happened to her son?" Xie Wanying heard something strange in his tone and asked.
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