Lei Feng System

Qu Jing waved to Lei Ting, who was standing at the end of the corridor, indicating that he would take care of the teenager, and then walked to the man's bed and looked through his medical records.

The man’s wife saw that the man was an elder in a white coat, her gentle brows seemed to contain infinite wisdom, she had hope in her heart, and hurriedly greeted him and asked urgently, “Doctor, my husband’s legs are still saved. Right,"

"How long has he been injured," Qu Jing did not answer directly.

"It's been two months since I was injured. At first, I just broke the skin a little. I thought it would be better to chew some tobacco leaves and apply it, but it would get worse." Speaking of the past, the woman bowed her head and shed tears, regretting not falling. The man also let out a few painful screams. They are all rural people, relying solely on labor to live their lives, and they don't know how to live without their legs.

The cry for help received by the brain suddenly rose up, making Han Zhuoyu back two steps with horror, clinging to the door panel tightly. Even the time he saved Xiaozheng, he had never heard such a desperate scream.

Qu Jing glanced back at the young man, then continued to check the medical records and CT films, his brows wrinkled and tightened.

The needle dropped quietly in the ward, and it was only a few minutes later that he asked again, "What did his doctor say?"

Asked about this, the tears that the woman had just put away began to fall down again, and she sobbed, "The doctor said that there is no way. To prevent the condition from getting worse, she can only cut her legs off."

Sepsis is complicated by osteomyelitis. After two weeks of treatment, the condition cannot be controlled, and the bacteria from the wound infection have developed resistance to antibiotics. The only way to solve this problem is to saw the legs, even if the world's top surgeons are gathered. , Will make the same judgment.

Qu Jing shook his head and sighed and said truthfully to the woman, "His leg must be amputated as soon as possible. Now the operation only needs to be amputated from the knee joint. After a few days, the whole leg will not be preserved, and it is very likely to endanger life."

It's still horrible, as long as the thinking is not too extreme, they will choose the latter. The woman covered her face and wept bitterly, and the man turned his head away through gritted teeth, hiding his distorted expression of despair.

Han Zhuoyu backed away in a panic until he was so far away from the ward that he could no longer hear the man's cry for help.

"What's wrong? Frightened?" Qu Jing caught up and rubbed the young man's furry head.

Han Zhuoyu was silent, the feeling of weakness still accumulated in his heart, blocking his chest pain.

[Host, can't you stand this kind of patient? How to become a doctor in the future? 】9527 tried to use the radical method, 【If you are afraid, let’s go back. I won't mention the medical school entrance anymore. ]‘No, continue! The young man stubbornly shook his head, and slowly moved towards another wave of desperate calls for help.

Qu Jing raised his eyebrows with interest and followed him unhurriedly.

Going down to the first floor is the cardiovascular department. Every ward is basically filled with critically ill patients, and the calls for help are very intensive. As soon as he stepped on the floor, Han Zhuoyu's temple began to twitch. He slowly walked through the wards, listening to the patient's cry, and finally stopped in one of the rooms. This is a VIP room with very good conditions. There is an old man over half a hundred years old lying on the bed, with an oxygen tube inserted at the end of his nose, and a hanging needle on the back of his hand, facing the ceiling in a daze.

Hearing the footsteps, he thought it was his relatives, smiled and turned his head to look over.

His expression was calm, on the contrary, his heart groaned one after another, not stern or sharp, but he was helpless and deeper than everyone else.

The feeling of being dragged into the quagmire and unable to breathe was more uncomfortable than before, and Han Zhuoyu was slightly timid.

"Who are you looking for?" A middle-aged woman walked in with a stack of inspection sheets, and when she saw Qu Jing in a white coat, her puzzled expression turned into surprise, "Doctor, please help my dad to see when he can have surgery. This has been lying in the hospital for two months, and the other patients have been discharged. Why is he not okay?"

"Let me see." Qu Jing took the inspection form in the woman's hand, and soon had a general understanding.

"Sorry, your father can't perform surgery, he can only receive conservative treatment." Qu Jing shook his head, "Look, his creatinine has reached 400. If he exceeds 500, hemodialysis is required. Kidney problems are more serious. Blood sugar is 29, which indirectly leads to it. The blood pressure remains high. Taking blood pressure and blood sugar lowering drugs for many years has eroded his organs, making him unable to withstand the damage caused by an operation. You can wait patiently for a while until the blood sugar and blood pressure are controlled."

The woman was desperate, but the old man seemed to care nothing.

The deep and helpless cry for help kept reverberating in his mind, Han Zhuoyu slowly retreated to the corridor and let out a sigh of caution.

[Continue, host? 】

"Where are you going now?"

9527 asked Qu Jing at the same time.

Han Zhuoyu pursed his lips, raised his leg and walked to the place where the cry for help was the sharpest.

With a pale face, he stepped on the shrill screams, desperate shouts, and helpless groans step by step, and came to the end of the corridor.

Across a door, he had received the sharpest signal, as if his nerves were trembling. After touching the door with his toes, the scene inside surprised him greatly.

A beautiful girl with long hair and shawl was sitting on the hospital bed cross-legged, holding a picture book in her hand and painting, the window was slightly opened, and the bright sunshine fell on the clean light blue floor, feeling particularly refreshing. The cabinet by the hospital bed was filled with pink roses, and the refreshing floral scent masked the smell of disinfectant.

This is a room full of dreamy colors, as if it has nothing to do with the sharp signal for help.

Han Zhuoyu was stunned.

The girl looked over with her paintbrush in her mouth, her calm expression suddenly turned into surprise, "Hey, you, are you Han Zhuoyu, right?" The handsome face, pure and indifferent temperament, and hands tied with thick plaster are such obvious characteristics. It can't be wrong.

Han Zhuoyu nodded blankly.

"Ah, great! It's really you! Yesterday I was thinking about whether to buy a bunch of flowers to see you, but you came here. It's amazing..." The girl jumped out of bed and ran over with slippers. Pulling the young man's soft hair, squeezing the young man's pink cheeks for a while, his brows were fluttering with joy and there was no sign of morbidity.

However, as she approached, the sharp plea for help became more piercing.

Han Zhuoyu was about to retreat, but the crisp system sound saved his nerves that were about to break—【ding~30 positive energy was collected! 】Why is my heart moaning desperately, but still exuding positive energy to infect others? Han Zhuoyu's heart astringent, looking at the girl's bright smiling face in confusion. Speaking of bravery, she seems to be the bravest person!

The girl knew about the boy's situation and didn't care about his taciturnity. She showed him her picture album, and she wrote the words of blessing on his plaster. In addition, she added a young Q version of the villain, which was quite vivid.

"This is a painting I painted to relieve my loneliness when I was sick. I have a dream of becoming the best cartoonist in country C in the future." The girl's expression was lost for a moment, and then she immediately cheered up and made her thick. Handed the picture album to the boy and smiled, "I will give you all of them. I hope you can face the difficulties of life bravely in the future. Come on!"

The girl squeezed her fist and touched the plaster on the boy's arm.

[Ding~ received 100 positive energy! 】

Why is there such a brilliant and true smile on my face while crying in my heart? Why can you burst out such a huge positive energy even though you are in despair? The boy's expression was a little tranced, and his chest was suffocated.

"Then I will thank you instead of Xiaoyu." Qu Jing, who had been standing at the door for a long time, stepped forward, picked up a pocket of picture albums, and glanced at the girl's medical record.

"You're welcome! I'll come to see you next time I have time!" The girl took the two to the door and waved happily.

After going out all the way, 9527 completely blocked the girl's call for help. Han Zhuoyu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Qu Jing and asking, "What's wrong with her?"

"In the late stage of leukemia, I have only about two months to live." Qu Jing shook his head. It was a weird coincidence that he found that all the people visited by the teenager were seriously ill and helpless by the doctor.

"Is there no way?" That bright smile should last forever.

"Unless a matching bone marrow is found for transplantation as soon as possible. But two months, there is not enough time." Qu Jing shook his head and sighed.

Han Zhuoyu was silent, very depressed.

"Do you think it's useless for us to be doctors?" Qu Jing smiled bitterly, stretched out his well-knotted palm, and shook it in front of the teenager. "Know that in country C, what do they call my hands?"

Han Zhuoyu tilted his head and looked curious.

"Called the hand of God. This is the highest praise for a surgeon. My hands have saved hundreds of lives. Isn't it amazing?"

Han Zhuoyu nodded affirmatively, showing longing.

"But there are more lives passing in my hands. It's not that I don't want to save, but that I can't save. No matter how superb technology can withstand the attack of death. Many diseases cannot be cured by our current medical technology. We There is no other way except to try to reduce the suffering of the patient. Like the man before, the old man, and the little girl just now."

Han Zhuoyu lowered his head, feeling unprecedentedly confused. He couldn't watch these people suffering in despair but couldn't do anything. He was a little timid about the future.

"I heard that you also want to be a doctor, are you disappointed now?" Qu Jing smiled slightly.

Han Zhuoyu did not speak.

"Don't be disappointed," Qu Jing waved his hand. "We will find a way for diseases that we cannot cure now. Before the eighteenth century, the average life expectancy of humans was only 18 years. The successful development of vaccinia made the first leap in the average life expectancy of humans. , Raised to 40 years old. At the beginning of the twentieth century, the advent of penicillin saved millions of patients infected by bacteria, and the average life expectancy of humans took a second leap, rising to 65 years. In the twenty-first century, AIDS, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases The proliferation of diseases has reduced the life expectancy of the population by 17 years, but we have invented cutting-edge technologies such as cocktail therapy, pacemakers, artificial hearts, etc., to increase the average life expectancy of humans to 70 years. You see, the real God’s hands are not us. They are the unknown researchers who stay in the laboratory all day long. Our operating table can only save one person at a time, but they can save tens of thousands of people with their own wisdom, and then change an entire world."

Qu Jing lowered his head, looked straight into the boy's eyes, and said cautiously, "Do you want to try to change the world and the fate of everyone?" The boy has a very high IQ but is not good at interpersonal communication, even if his hands are not so flexible. , He also has an unparalleled brain. Qu Jing has long discovered that the laboratory is where the boy really belongs. He has a hunch that he will definitely find a new world.

Change the world with your own hands? Suppress those sharp, stern, and desperate shouts one by one? For the first time in his life, Han Zhuoyu felt that his blood was burning and boiling. A brand new door opened, and he wanted to cast aside the confusion and cowardice in his heart, and go to a broader border.

[Host, this is exactly what I want to tell you today. My think tank holds countless cutting-edge technologies, each of which can change the destiny of mankind. But in order not to subvert history, I cannot give them to you free of charge. I can only suggest some research directions for you. The key technology that can change the lifespan of humans in the future is genetic modification technology, and you can work in this direction. But skyscrapers are not built on the fly. Before that, you must study hard and master relevant knowledge, such as biomathematics, biochemistry, biophysics, human anatomy, medical cell biology, human physiology, human histology, Human embryology, genetics, human immunology, medical parasitology, medical microbiology, medical virology...] 9527 reported a large number of disciplines, and finally took a breath, continue, [These are just the most basic disciplines, more advanced There are also genetic engineering, molecular biology and so on. So host, don't think that you have a lot of time, start working hard now, let us save the world together! 】Although the last sentence is a bit second, Han Zhuoyu has to admit that he was moved. If the idea of ​​wanting to study medicine was a rigidly instilled idea in 9527, now it has become his own dream.