medical road with you

Chapter 17 She Will Keep Working Hard on This Medical Path

Suddenly, the picture changed suddenly, Tianhai's charming smile disappeared, and that face became so indifferent and gloomy.
After a moment of relief, Lu Ping sat up, the sky was already dawn.
I quickly checked the time, oops, it's already 07:30.
Within 5 minutes, Lu Ping finished washing, went to the cafeteria to buy a bun, and ran to the gynecological ward while eating the bun.
At 55:[-], Lu Ping rushed to the office. The usually relaxed and lively office was filled with a sense of tranquility and depression.
"Huaguang Hospital has been established for so many years. There are few cases of patients dying on the operating table. This kind of thing happened in our department. I think it has something to do with our usual work that is not rigorous and only strives for efficiency. In the future, we have to correct it. ."

The head of the department was giving a lecture there, and everyone lowered their heads to listen.
The usual 5-minute morning meeting lasted for half an hour this time, and the head of the department trained me for 10 minutes.
"Okay, everyone can do what they should do."

Finally, the morning meeting was over, and everyone dispersed as if fleeing for their lives.
"Hey, Pingping, did the 32-bed patient really die on the operating table?" Chi Na asked Lu Ping, holding the folder of the medical records.
Lu Ping nodded sadly.
"Hey, I don't know what will happen to the family?" Chi Na sighed.
What will happen? Lu Ping can't guess, but they have already done what they can, and in the end, they can only wait slowly.
At 09:30, several people came to the office and took Lu Yuejuan's medical records away.
It seems that Zhang Dacheng really went to court.
In the next few days, Lu Ping was always in fear, like a prisoner waiting for the result of the trial.
Lu Ping knew that she was just an intern. Even if this incident was classified as a super serious medical accident, it was Dr. Zheng and Dr. Ling who were responsible. She didn't need to take any responsibility, but she just couldn't let it go.
"Hey, hey, have you heard that Doctor Zheng's case has come to an end?"

"What?" Lu Ping immediately ran over with the medical record folder: "What did you say?"

The little nurse looked at Lu Ping and replied: "It is classified as a medical accident, but it is not considered a medical accident. I heard that the tumor is as big as 45cm. Such a rare giant ovarian tumor surgery, accidents are inevitable."

It's good news for the hospital that it doesn't even count as a medical accident, but when Lu Ping heard this, he felt depressed instead.
If it is classified as a medical accident, Zhang Dacheng will not get a penny.
Putting the medical record folder back on the medical record folder, Lu Ping took the dressing change kit and went to change the dressing for the 32-bed patient.
Today, a new patient came to bed 32, a patient with uterine fibroids, who underwent surgery three days ago.
Before the results of the trial came out, Dr. Zheng still performed the same surgery as before.
However, for a hysteromyomectomy, Dr. Zheng used to do it in three to four 10 minutes. For this patient, it took her more than an hour.
While changing the patient's medicine, Lu Ping was packing up his things when a person entered the ward.
It's Zhang Dacheng!
Lu Ping's hand froze there.
Seeing Lu Ping, Zhang Dacheng was stunned for a moment, then bent down, and pulled out a large bag under the bed.
That was something Lu Yuejuan left in the ward.
Unzipping the zipper of the pocket, Zhang Dacheng looked through the contents, but it was only a few clothes of the old lady, each of which was worn and worn out.
"My mother has worked hard all her life, and she doesn't even have a decent dress."

Very abruptly, Zhang Dacheng said this.
Lu Ping looked up carefully, the corners of Zhang Dacheng's eyes seemed to be moist.
After zipping it up, Zhang Dacheng carried the big bag and left.
"Little doctor, my wife has never had a photo taken in my life. Can you take a photo for me? If I die on the operating table, I won't even have a photo in my life."

Suddenly, Lu Ping remembered the old lady's words before her death.
Putting down the dressing bag in his hand, Lu Ping chased him out.
"Zhang Dacheng, wait a minute."

Zhang Dacheng stopped, turned around and looked at Lu Ping, with some doubts in his eyes.
Lu Ping took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo album: "This is a photo I took for my aunt. Do you have WeChat? I'll send it to you."

Zhang Dacheng looked at the photo on the phone. In the photo, his mother was wearing a surgical gown, holding his hand tightly with one hand. She was smiling. Although she was a little nervous and her smile was a little stiff, she was smiling.
"Son, my stomach hurts all the time, please take me to the hospital." Twelve years ago, his mother said this to him.
"Son, there seems to be a big watermelon growing in my stomach, please show me."

"Son, my stomach hurts again today."

His mother told him many times, but because he was too busy, he never paid attention to it. Later, his mother stopped mentioning it to him.
If he can eat, sleep and work, in his eyes, he is not sick.
"Son, it really doesn't cost money this time, take me there, let's see what a big hospital looks like."

Finally, he couldn't beat his mother and brought her here.
He has always felt that his mother is a little fussy. People in their 70s don't have a little problem.
Until that moment, he saw with his own eyes that thing that was bigger than his frying pan.
That wasn't a watermelon at all, the biggest watermelon weighed only twenty catties, and that thing weighed thirty catties.
He couldn't believe that such a huge thing had been lying in his mother's body, which weighed less than a hundred catties, for more than ten years.
If it were him, he wouldn't be able to bear it long ago.
With a plop, Zhang Dacheng suddenly knelt down.
"Doctor Lu, it's all my fault. I killed my mother. I should have brought her here sooner."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault"

Zhang Dacheng broke down in tears.
Lu Ping looked at the pair of mother and child who were reluctantly smiling in the photo, his nose was sore, and tears fell down.
Although we cried, the stone that had been stuck in Lu Ping's heart these days suddenly disappeared.
After crying for a few minutes, Zhang Dacheng wiped his nose and tears, took out his mobile phone: "Doctor Lu, please send me the photo."

Added Zhang Dacheng on WeChat, and Lu Ping sent the photo.
Looking at the photo, Zhang Dacheng said: "Dr. Lu, thank you, I really appreciate your taking care of my mother."

Thank you, Lu Ping has heard many people say this to her, but no thank you makes Lu Ping happier than Zhang Dacheng's "thank you".
"You're welcome." Lu Ping smiled, from the bottom of his heart.
"You came back to see the doctor this time, and you were delayed from going out to work, so you lost a lot of money."

Lu Ping remembered that the aunt told her that her son was working outside, and the salary was 200 yuan a day, and the salary was calculated according to the number of days you worked. This time, the hospital did not pay, and his salary for half a month was gone.
"I lost thousands of dollars, but I was compensated 3 yuan."

"Isn't it classified as a medical accident?" Lu Ping was very surprised.
"Yes, it wasn't the hospital that compensated me, but Haiping Charity Fund, which said it was mental damage."

Haiping Charity Fund again!
"Doctor Lu, I'm going out to work soon. I'm afraid I won't see that Mr. Jiang again. If you see him again, thank him for me."

"Okay, I remember."

"Goodbye, Doctor Lu."

Zhang Dacheng left, and Lu Ping waved to his back. Like her mother, he had no academic qualifications and could only make a living by doing coolies.
The biggest burden in his heart was let go. Standing on the corridor, Lu Ping looked at the family members, patients, and doctors and nurses going back and forth, and his belief in his heart became firmer.
She has done nothing wrong, and her medical dream is not wrong. She will continue to work hard on this path of medicine.
(End of this chapter)