Chapter 490 The World is Too Tired
Yu Zhiming followed the resident doctor who reported the news and rushed to a ward on the fourth floor as quickly as possible.
He found a slightly overweight man in his forties or fifties sitting on the hospital bed.
The man was sweating profusely all over. Although he was breathing oxygen, he was still breathing heavily like an old ox pulling a cart.
Yu Zhiming put his hand on his left chest and after checking for a while, his heart sank again and again.
The patient before us no longer suffers from arrhythmia, but has developed into acute heart failure, a more serious problem.
Yu Zhiming learned from the previous examination that the man's coronary branch artery stenosis was close to 80%.
This will inevitably lead to long-term myocardial ischemia.
Yu Zhiming guessed that the man's arrhythmia attack just now was probably the last straw that broke the camel's back.
It causes the myocardium to collapse after a burst of rapid output.
During the examination, Yu Zhiming discovered that the patient's myocardium was undergoing necrosis in large areas at an alarming rate, which caused his heart's pumping function to decline rapidly.
He raised his head to meet the man's eager gaze and said cruelly, "Your condition is very serious."
"There are two options."
"First, I can buy you about half an hour of clarity so you can say your final goodbyes to your family."
After Yu Zhiming said this, he saw the man's eyes suddenly widen twice as wide, his face full of shock and disbelief.
At this moment, Yu Zhiming didn't have time to explain in detail. He said quickly, "The second method is to perform rescue according to conventional methods."
"In three to five minutes, you'll fall into a cardiac coma."
"After about three or four hours, your heart will completely stop functioning, and you'll have to be put on extracorporeal circulation to keep you alive."
"If your family asks the hospital to save you at all costs, we will put you on a heart-lung machine or transplant you an artificial heart to sustain your life."
"If you're very lucky, you might get a suitable heart donor in the next one to three months and then have a heart transplant."
Yu Zhiming added: "For the second treatment option, the cost will start at at least one million."
He met the man's gaze again and urged, "Choose one? Or two?"
Yu Zhiming continued, "If you don't make a choice, I will default to the second rescue plan."
"The outcome depends on your family's choices and your own luck."
While speaking, Yu Zhiming kept staring into the man's eyes.
The man's eyes kept changing, first begging and pleading, then hesitation and struggle.
Suddenly, the man's eyes became calm.
He opened his mouth and tried to speak: "One, one..."
"The world is too tiring, leave early... Good morning..."
Yu Zhiming was slightly startled, then stretched out his hand and shouted, "Two doses of adrenaline!"
The next moment, two doses of adrenaline were placed in Yu Zhiming's hands.
Yu Zhiming injected two doses of adrenaline into the man's body at the same time without any hesitation.
Then, Yu Zhiming stood up and looked at the resident doctor who brought him here and was about the same age as him.
"You, stay! Remember to inject two doses of epinephrine into the patient every five minutes."
Yu Zhiming saw Cheng Wen in the ward again and urged her, "Cheng Wen, you stay too."
"Everyone else, follow me out. Don't disturb the patient and his family from saying goodbye..."
Yu Zhiming walked out of the ward and went towards the stairs without stopping.
He went down the stairs to the second floor and went straight back to the big office with a gloomy face.
Zhou Mo stood up and silently poured him a glass of warm water.
Yu Zhiming took it and drank it all in one gulp.
"The patient chose to say his final goodbyes to his family. When he made the choice, he said, 'Life is too tiring, and the sooner the better.'"
Zhou Mo said slowly, "Some time ago, there was a very popular short video online. A girl's words, 'I won't come back in the next life,' resonated with millions of people."
“The life pressure of ordinary people is too great.”
Yu Zhiming sat down at his desk and sighed, "Life is not easy. Everyone is carrying a heavy burden."
"Zhou Mo, let's eat..."
Next, Yu Zhiming turned his heavy mood into appetite and launched a continuous attack on the food.
As a doctor in a special hospital, it is common to encounter patient deaths.
Yu Zhiming had to adjust his mood, get rid of his negative emotions, and prepare himself physically and mentally for the afternoon's work...
Twenty minutes later, the resident doctor who had reported the news came to the big office again.
But this time, when he walked in, his steps were steady and his eyes were full of tears.
"Doctor Yu, that patient is gone."
"Before he passed away, he spoke to his parents and two sons on the phone. However, he did not tell them about his condition. He just told them that he loved them and asked them to take care of themselves."
"When he spoke to his wife on the phone, he thanked her for her dedication and then laid out his final arrangements one by one."
The young resident choked up a bit and continued, "Doctor Yu, he also asked me to thank you for giving him time to say goodbye to his family."
Yu Zhiming took a look at the identity badge hanging on the resident doctor's chest and knew his name.
Tang Xing.
"Doctor Tang, did you start this summer?"
Tang Xing nodded.
“How many patients have passed away?”
Tang Xing said softly, "Not to mention the others, there are eleven patients I've taken care of, including the one today."
Yu Zhiming said softly, "Eleven is still too few."
"Of the patients I was responsible for, 117 died due to ineffective treatment."
After a pause, he turned and said, "Dr. Tang, you probably haven't eaten yet, right? Go eat."
"There's more work waiting for you this afternoon."
Tang Xing shook his head and said, "I have no appetite. Doctor Yu, I'm going back upstairs. I won't disturb you to rest."
After saying this, Tang Xing bowed to Yu Zhiming, nodded to Zhou Mo, and left the office.
After Tang Xing left, Zhou Mo couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Yu, have you really experienced the death of 117 patients?"
Yu Zhiming glanced at Zhou Mo and said, "Isn't that a lot? On average, there are only about 20 to 30 people a year!"
"When I worked at the county hospital, it was normal for two or three patients to die a day."
Zhou Mo uttered a soft "oh" and asked, "When you first encountered patients who died due to ineffective treatment, did you feel very sad and cry?"
Yu Zhiming closed his eyes and began to rest, ignoring Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo curled his lips and stopped bothering Yu Zhiming...
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the female volleyball players who had made an appointment earlier came to the large office accompanied by Dr. Cai Yongxian from the trauma surgery department.
That tall figure of over 1.9 meters really gave Yu Zhiming a great sense of psychological oppression.
Fortunately, she looks slim and not very strong, otherwise the feeling of oppression would increase several times.
The female volleyball player is named Wu Shuang and she is 28 years old.
After a brief acquaintance, Yu Zhiming asked bluntly, "Miss Wu, do you want to have all your injuries, both large and small, carefully sorted out and repaired to improve your athletic performance?"
“Or will it just address some individual issues?”
Wu Shuang said a little embarrassedly: "Doctor Yu, I am 28 years old this year and have long passed my peak athletic age."
"I plan to retire and become a physical education teacher at a college."
After a pause, Wu Shuang continued, "Of course, if possible, it would be best if all the problems in the body could be solved at once."
"If not, it would be best if it could be resolved..."
She pointed to her left ankle and said, "I've always felt uncomfortable here. Every time I finish a game, it hurts for a few days."
Wu Shuang pointed to her right shoulder and said, "Every morning when I wake up, I feel sore and uncomfortable here."
"Also, here on my right waist..."
Wu Shuang pointed out six places on his body that Yu Zhiming needed to pay special attention to.
Then, Yu Zhiming, who knew what was going on, took the person to the examination room and gave her a physical examination.
Wu Shuang is a typical sports injury.
Her wrist, knee, ankle joints, etc. suffer from excessive wear and tear.
At the same time, there are dozens of tendon injuries, muscle injuries, bone injuries, blood vessel injuries, and nerve injuries of varying sizes in the thighs, calves, arms, waist, shoulders, and back.
This inspection also made Yu Zhiming personally feel the difficulties faced by athletes.
Twenty years of consistent training has caused some bones to deform.
In order to reduce the suffering Wu Shuang will suffer now and in ten or twenty years, Yu Zhiming listed a total of thirty-one places that need to be repaired.
Wu Shuang couldn't close her mouth when she saw the marks of various sizes that Yu Zhiming had marked on her body.
"Doctor Yu, this is too much, right? It's like my entire body is going through surgery."
Yu Zhiming said solemnly, "Miss Wu, I'm already marking the main injuries."
"There are also some injuries that may not have much impact now, but in 10 or 20 years, as your functions deteriorate, the impact will become very obvious."
"When the time comes, you'll definitely thank me when you see what happened to your teammates."
Cai Yongxian also spoke up, "Dr. Yu is very responsible and forward-thinking."
"Trust Dr. Yu, you won't suffer any loss."
Wu Shuang said softly, "Of course I trust Dr. Yu's ability."
"But there are so many injuries to repair..."
She looked at Cai Yongxian and asked, "How long will this take? How much will it cost?"
Cai Yongxian pondered and said, "Repairing the injuries to the ankle and left knee joints is a bit troublesome."
"Repairing a joint costs about 100,000 yuan."
"Add to that so much damage..."
Cai Yong calculated for a moment and said, "The total cost will probably be around 500,000 or 600,000 yuan."
"As for the operation time, with multiple people working together, it will probably take two to three operations, each lasting a day!"
Wu Shuang said with embarrassment, "The cost of treatment is too high. My budget cannot exceed 200,000."
Cai Yongxian said, "With a budget of 200,000, we can only repair the ankle and left knee joints."
"Based on Dr. Yu's description, these two joints of yours are most in need of surgical repair."
"Otherwise, it will affect your future actions..."
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