How to make the patient's last days in this world more comfortable is the only thing the patient's family and medical staff can do in this situation.
She knew that her classmate was doing something quite great, something that might hurt her soul.
For example, Teacher Tan grabbed her last time because he wanted her to experience this. I just didn't expect that she had experienced it earlier. Of course, unlike her, her classmates have not experienced it and have not experienced it yet.
Doing great things requires experience. This kind of experience requires personal experience, and no one can teach it.
"Excuse me, is Dr. Lin not on duty tonight?"
A voice came from outside the nurse's station. Xie Wanying and Lingling looked back and saw Li Yaxi, the female college student in bed 38.
"Are you asking Dr. Lin Hao? He's off work." Lingling answered this person simply, "Go back to your ward quickly, don't run around at night, and get ready to sleep."
"I just asked him if he was on duty tonight. I wanted to talk to him," Li Yaxi said.
"If you want to ask him about your condition, you can ask him when you wait for the doctor's ward rounds tomorrow. It's better to ask him than your attending doctor. It's better to ask Deputy Director Liu. You are a patient of the director's team."
After receiving this formulaic answer, Li Yaxi had no choice but to turn around and leave. Before leaving, she did not forget to glance at Xie Wanying and Lingling's faces, as if to remember them both.
Lingling didn't care about her and said directly to Xie Wanying: "She likes your classmate. The problem is that your classmate doesn't like her and is annoying her. Your classmate also knows that she is sick and hospitalized, and she may have a temporary crush on the doctor."
This is the key point for doctors to keep a distance from their patients!
Her classmate Lin Hao knew this very well. He may have practiced this in medical school in advance. He put on a cool face and rejected many girls. Xie Wanying thought about how smart her classmates were.
Patients are very fragile when they are sick. They are physically fragile and mentally fragile, so it is easy to develop a sense of attachment to medical staff. All rational doctors know that such emotions are unacceptable. Doctors are just ordinary people when they fall in love, not the saviors in the eyes of patients.
"In the eyes of your classmates, it doesn't matter what her face looks like. He has to remember what her stomach looks like or else he will be beaten by the teacher."
Sister Lingling's metaphor was so vivid that Xie Wanying laughed out loud.
"Actually, if patients want to find a doctor who remembers their faces, they should go to a plastic surgeon. Plastic surgery studies this." Sister Lingling concluded with a raised eyebrow.
Ring ring ring, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
"It's not from the emergency department, is it?" Sister Lingling stretched out her hand to get the phone tremblingly, "Hello, second grade general foreign student."
"Is Sun Yubo on duty tonight? Let him answer the phone." The voice on the other side was a bit fierce.
Sister Lingling covered the phone with her palm, turned back to Xie Wanying and said, "It's Dr. Zhong."
Dr. Zhong is also a second-grade general surgery doctor, and he happens to be on duty in the emergency department tonight.
General foreign students generally have a cold face, and Tan Kelin is not the only one. Dr. Zhong was equally cold and fierce, but he was a doctor from the fifth group. Xie Wanying had never been in contact with him or was not familiar with him.
Xie Wanying came over and helped the teacher answer the phone first, and said: "Teacher Zhong."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Xie Wanying."
"It's you. I know. Inform your teacher Sun." Doctor Zhong on the opposite side quickly reacted and said to her, "Just remember it."
