She is the Third Kind of Stunning

Lu Yinxi wrapped Jian Qing's hair with a towel, patted it gently, and shared her hair care tips: "Don't rub your hair too hard, like this, first press and pat with a towel to squeeze away the excess hair. Moisture, and then blow it with a hair dryer, it is best to buy a bottle of hair care essential oil, and wipe it on when it is half dry..."

Jian Qing closed her eyes and meditated, she didn't respond, she didn't know how much she had listened to.

Lu Yinxi understood her tiredness, and turned the hair dryer to the lowest setting, reducing the noise so that she could fall asleep.

The medical industry has always been overworked and is not within the scope of labor law protection.

And not only the physical fatigue, but also the spirit, which must be in a state of high concentration at all times.

The heavy human life is on the shoulders, and if you don't pay attention, a small mistake may cause irreparable consequences.

Blow until it is seven or eight minutes dry, and Lu Yinxi leaves her hair to air dry naturally.

Now the sun is in full bloom, but it will weaken after 14 o'clock.

Lu Yinxi got up and went to the sofa to get a blanket, draped it for her, then sat back beside her, took a pen and paper, and sketched her hair drying in the sun stroke by stroke.

In the evening, Jian Qing went out for a trip, and when she came back, Lu Yinxi found that there were various hair care products in the house, as well as many tools for left-handed people.

Lu Yinxi is used to using his left hand, but many daily necessities, such as scissors, mouse, and hair dryer, are designed to fit the right hand, making it inconvenient to use with the left hand.

Since she was a child, she has always made use of it.

No one ever noticed her impending doom.

Lu Yinxi picked up the new scissors and gestured twice, very smoothly.

She looked at Jian Qing, her eyes became clear and soft.

Jian Qing didn't look at her, just doing her own thing in silence as always.

Lu Yinxi withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and smiled, and sorted the tools into categories.

For the first time, she felt that this mentally ill person was so considerate.

The next day is Sunday, but there are no weekends in the hospital, only shifts.

Jian Qing's working status is even more disrespectful, and most of the time he ignores the existence of Lu Yinxi.

Lu Yinxi didn't stay by her side all the time, and occasionally went to help doctors and nurses run errands and deliver printing materials.

There is a wish wall in the corridor of the second district of the oncology department. When Lu Yinxi passes by, he will stop and take a look.

The walls are covered with colorful stickers with words of encouragement.

【I will definitely beat the tumor. I still need to study, take exams, and drink milk tea. I haven't had a girlfriend yet! 】

[I hope my father will recover, I will take him to see the Great Wall and the Great Wall. 】

These are wishes written down by patients and families.

【All patients are our comrades in arms! 】

[Come on, come on, don't fall down, don't be discouraged, patients and their families are watching you! 】

These are messages written by medical staff.

People here are encouraging and comforting each other.

Lu Yinxi looked over one by one, and suddenly someone gently tugged at the corner of her white coat: "Sister."

She looked down and saw a bald little girl with delicate features and a wristband on her left hand.

She knelt down, looked at the little patient at the same level, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

The little girl's eyes were full of helplessness: "I can't find my mother..."

Lu Yinxi was startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously made the worst association.

There is companionship and comfort in the hospital, and abandonment and abandonment are indispensable. The bright and dark sides of human nature are staged anytime and anywhere.

Lu Yinxi stood up, took the little girl's hand, and led her to the doctor's office: "How many beds do you live in?"

The little girl walked with a limp: "8 beds."

Lu Yinxi looked down at her calf, and squatted down again: "Want to hug?"

The little girl shook her head, lifted her trousers, and showed Lu Yinxi her prosthetic limb. She said in a childish voice, "I just got a new foot last week. I want to walk more. I haven't walked for a long time."

Lu Yinxi did not show pity or comfort, but just took off his mask and smiled: "Okay, I will accompany you."

As she walked, she asked when and where she last saw her mother.

Walking to the doctor's office, Jian Qing saw the little girl and said "Sorry, wait a minute" to the patient in front of him.

Then he looked at the little girl: "Sangsang?"

Why did you sneak out again?

The little girl named Sangsang was obviously a little scared. She hugged Lu Yinxi's thigh, hid behind her, and looked at Jian Qing with her dark eyes.

Lu Yinxi touched her little bald head: "The one in bed No. 8 can't find his mother. There should be contact information of family members in the medical records."

Jian Qing and Sangsang said: "Your father broke his leg yesterday, your mother went to the orthopedics department to deliver dinner to him, and she will be back later." They told Lu Yinxi, "Take her back to the ward, I have to work overtime tonight, You go eat something first."

Lu Yinxi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, nodded, and left the office holding the little girl's hand.

Fortunately, history did not repeat itself. This time, what she met was not an abandoned patient.

Working overtime until 8 pm, Jian Qing pulled away from work, remembering that after Lu Yinxi sent Sangsang back to the ward, she never came back to the office.

She got up and went to bed 8 to find someone.

Sangsang in bed No. 8 is the youngest patient in Jian Qing's hands. Bone cancer has recurred and metastasized after amputation. She is only 10 years old this year.

When the malignant bone tumor was discovered, she was only 8 years old. For a certain period of time, she kept complaining of leg pain. Her parents didn't care. They thought it was a child bumping and bumping while playing, and put a few Chinese medicine ointments on it. Later, she saw that she was limping in pain. After being abducted, he was taken to the hospital for examination.

Back then, the doctor performed an amputation operation on her, sawing off her left calf to prevent the spread of cancer cells.

There is an important indicator in the field of tumors called "5-year survival rate". As long as there is no recurrence within 5 years, it can be regarded as reaching the medical standard of cure. After 5 years, the probability of recurrence is greatly reduced.

Sangsang did not survive those 5 years. In the second year after the amputation, the recurrence and metastasis occurred.

The cancer cells had metastasized to the lungs, and this time it was no longer suitable for surgery. After MDT (Multidisciplinary Consultation) discussion, I was transferred from the Department of Orthopedics to the Department of Oncology.

Cancer patients will feel more obvious pain at night. Sometimes Sangsang is woken up by the pain in the middle of the night, unable to see her mother, she will slip out of the ward in fear and go to the doctor's office to find someone.

When Jian Qing saw her enter the office for the first time, she showed a rare warmth and asked her to sit beside him, waiting for her mother to come back. She didn't dare to refuse, as if she had been kidnapped by bad guys, she sat beside her with an aggrieved face, almost crying with fear.

Jian Qing is not good at comforting children, and children are also afraid of her.

She used to rotate in the pediatrics department, and when she entered the ward, she burst into tears, and the director of the pediatrics department hurriedly pushed her away.

Sometimes she and the patient squeezed into the same elevator, and when she met someone holding a child, the child would burst into tears when they saw her in a white coat. Some would stretch out their small hands and push her, shouting with snot and tears: "Bad guy, get away." She had to get out of the elevator and wait for the next shift.

Walking to the door of the 8-bed ward, Jian Qing didn't go in. She folded her arms and leaned against the door, watching Lu Yinxi coax the child.

Lu Yinxi set up a small bed table, sat cross-legged on the bed, drew graffiti on paper, and made up stories while drawing.

"Okay, the last story, you have to let me go to eat after I finish telling it."

"Well, the last one."

Lu Yinxi drew a Q version of a cancer cell with an ink blue signature pen, with a nose and eyes, holding a spear, and baring its teeth and claws.

Another cell with normal shape was drawn, a smiling expression was drawn, and the word "cell" was written on it.

"These are called cells. There are many cells living in our body. Suddenly, one day, a bad cell appeared. This bad cell is a rebel in normal cells."

Sangsang's gaze was glued to the paper, quietly listening to Lu Yinxi's story.

"Bad cells will rob normal cells of nutrients, and the food we eat will be robbed by them, and they won't work. They eat too much and are lazy, so it's useless to keep them."

Lu Yinxi then drew a Q version of cancer cells and pulled up a big banner with the word "recruitment" written on it.

"They will also recruit troops, continue to grow, and at a very high speed, burn, kill, loot, and set up camps in our bodies, um... just like the rebels in the picture book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" you read."

Sangsang put a lot of picture books beside her bed, Journey to the West, Water Margin, Three Kingdoms...

The Three Kingdoms is at the top and the oldest, and the cover has already been rolled up.

Lu Yinxi drew another cell with a military cap: "There are bad cells that rebel, and naturally there are good cells that suppress. We generally call them immune cells, and immune cells are the police in our body."

Then I drew two lungs: "Sometimes bad cells disguise themselves as good cells, evade the police, gather here in the lungs, and occupy the mountains as kings. They grow very small, so when there are few , We humans may not be aware of its existence, and we will not be discovered until the number and scale are large.”

Sangsang vaguely understood: "Does my body have a lot of bad cells?"

Lu Yinxi nodded: "Well. In the past, bad cells gathered on your calf, and the doctor directly performed surgery to remove the bad cells. This is currently one of the most effective ways to defeat bad cells."

Amputation is the one-pot amputation of the entire battlefield, which is surgical treatment. Patients with small solid tumors and no local or distant metastasis in the early and mid-term can benefit most from surgery.

Lu Yinxi pointed to the lungs: "But these bad cells are very cunning. They will escape and move their positions. The ones that were originally on the calf have now moved to the lungs and made a comeback."

She thought about Jian Qing's appearance, and drew an image of a female doctor in a white coat: "This is an oncologist. It can be regarded as a general who directs the war, or a commander. It will help you defeat bad cells. You hang up during the day." Those potions—"

Pointing to the infusion bottle: "That's equivalent to the commander dropping a bomb on the battlefield to kill the bad cells. This has a disadvantage, the good cells may be blown to death in one piece, so after infusing the potion , will lose hair, vomit, very uncomfortable."

Infusion therapy is chemotherapy, that is, chemical drug therapy. Chemotherapy drugs are indistinguishable from friend and foe, and while killing cancer cells, they will also kill normal cells.

"In addition to bombs, the commander also has a laser gun (radiotherapy), which shoots dead cells with rays. Of course, it has the same problem. Both the good and the bad are shot to death."

Radiation therapy, that is, the use of radiation therapy. Radiotherapy is also indistinguishable from the enemy and the enemy, killing one thousand enemies and harming oneself by eight hundred.

Sangsang frowned and asked, "Can't we just kill the good cells? Commander, is she so fierce and so stupid?"

Hearing Jian Qing being scolded by the childish voice of the little girl, Lu Yinxi was overjoyed, and echoed, "Well, she is fierce and stupid!"

Jian Qing leaning against the door: ...

In the next second, he explained: "Of course, we can't blame her. We haven't found more and better weapons. Well... there is a way that doesn't kill normal cells. Just imagine shooting an arrow."

Lu Yinxi drew a bow and arrow, and a target: "When archery, our bow and arrow need to aim at the red dot in the center, which is the target. Bad cells also have targets, as long as the arrow in the commander's hand (targeted drug) , aiming at the target, it can precisely kill bad cells without killing normal cells."

Sangsang said: "This is very good..."

"It is very good, but there are two problems. First, there are not many targets for finding bad cells; second, we lack suitable arrows (targeted drugs). Therefore, in many cases, there is no way to treat them in this way. .”

Targeted therapy is to precisely target the target of cancer cells and kill cancer cells without damaging normal cells.

"Is there no other way?"

"Yes, start a civil war and let the immune cells attack the bad cells."

"There are several ways, and I will give one of them as an example. As I said just now, bad cells can camouflage to escape the police (immune cells). Guess how to camouflage?"

Sangsang shook her head: "I can't guess."

Lu Yinxi pointed to the immune cell with a military cap that he had drawn before.

"This immune cell, it has a lock (PD-1) on it, and the bad cell has a key (PDL-1) on it.

As long as the key in the bad cell's hand is aligned with the lock of the immune cell, the immune cell will not be able to see it as a bad guy, mistake it for a good citizen, and stop chasing and killing it.

What we have to do is to paste the key or the lock so that they cannot match, so that the immune cells can recognize the bad cells and kill them. "

This kind of civil war, returning to the way of immune cells to destroy cancer cells, is immunotherapy.

Immunotherapy is the biggest breakthrough in the field of tumors in the past decade.

Sangsang looked at the graffiti and slowly digested the knowledge.

Lu Yinxi continued to sketch on the paper, and quickly sketched out a little girl with delicate features, holding the hand of a female doctor.

She handed the painting to Sangsang, and said with a gentle smile: "The doctor and you are comrades in arms fighting side by side, so don't be afraid of the doctor, listen to the doctor's sister, eat and sleep obediently, you have a good rest, the power of immune cells in your body will be stronger."

From around 446 BC, the Queen of Persia cut off her cancerous **** and started the first revolution in surgical treatment of cancer. In the 21st century, with the advent of the era of immunotherapy, the war between humans and cancer lasted for thousands of years.

As long as cancer does not disappear, the war will continue.

Any patient who looks directly at the disease and bravely fights against the disease is a doctor's comrade-in-arms.

Turn on the faucet, warm water rushes down, and Lu Yinxi washes the stained ink on his hands.

In the ward, Sangsang's mother had already returned, holding Sangsang and coaxing her to sleep.

Lu Yinxi walked to the door and glanced at the little girl lying in her mother's arms.

When you are sick, lying in your mother's arms is the most reassuring thing.

The sense of security brought by family is something that no one can give.

Lu Yinxi smiled, turned and left.

She had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, her legs and feet were numb, and she walked slowly while leaning on the wall.

When passing by a small window, she stopped and looked up at the moon outside the window.

Her literary accomplishment is not high, and when she sees the moon, all she can think of is the phrase "raise your head to see the bright moon, bow your head to think of your hometown".

Hometown, hometown.

Will he be able to return to his hometown in his lifetime?

Can I...see my family again?

She hasn't seen her mother for many years. When she was twenty, after the breakup, they never said a word...

The evening wind was flowing, and she stood in front of the window, motionless, just looking at the moon and missing her hometown.

Jian Qing came over with a bag of small bread and did not disturb him.

The small window only casts a small piece of moonlight, just enough to cover the people by the window.

Lu Yinxi stood under the moonlight, and Jian Qing stood in the shadows, watching her back, silently guarding her.