Sun Lien didn't say anything, but poured another cup of warm water and handed it over, "You have a good rest first."

"No." Dr. Cao shook his head stubbornly. He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with his eyes, and emphasized in a very weak tone, "I don't want to be a doctor anymore."

Sun Lien smiled bitterly, "It's useless to tell me Brother Cao. When you get hurt, go and tell Dean Song yourself."

Dr. Cao glanced at Sun Lien, "Why, I'm so impatient when I say a few words with me?"

Sun Lien laughed and said he didn't dare, and stuffed a button into Brother Cao's hand, "You need to press the painkiller switch if you want it to hurt."

"Let's go." Dr. Cao waved his hand. He looked at his arm, as if he was looking for a wound that was stabbed by a knife. But after all, people didn't have much strength to lie on the bed, so they gave up the idea after several attempts, "Tell me, what's the situation with my injury?"

"The problem is not big. Are you awake now?" Sun Lien tried to make things look less bad, "I just did some small work to stop bleeding."

"Are you fooling around?" Dr. Cao glared at Sun Lien weakly, "A small job? After you finish your little job, you will send someone to the iCu?"

As the attending physician of urology, Dr. Cao's understanding of surgery is definitely three hundred streets higher than Sun Lien. Just by relying on his memory of the attack and the pain from his chest and abdomen, Dr. Cao can be sure that he had definitely had a major operation.

"I have supplemented a coronary artery on the heart, connected a meridian on the arm, and then cut a piece of liver from you to be used as a bandit pig liver." Sun Lien was still trying to calm Dr. Cao's emotions through a bad joke. "I also want to interview you. What is the experience of missing a piece of liver?"

"You used my liver as bandit pig liver, and didn't think about leaving me two pieces to try?" Dr. Cao smiled bitterly, took a complaint that was not very effective, and then fell silent. After a while, he whispered, "I... almost died, right?"

Sun Lien really doesn't know how to answer this question.

Dr. Cao lay on the bed and sighed after a while. He slowly turned his head and looked at Sun Lien with a somewhat complicated expression and said, "My wife is pregnant."

It took Sun Lien a full fifteen seconds to realize what Dr. Cao was talking about.

"Ah?!Ah? Ah...Ah!" Sun Lien suddenly realized, "Good thing, congratulations..." His congratulations were just halfway through, and then it was obvious what was going on now.

Dr. Cao and Shen Yue have been together for some time. Now that Shen Yue is pregnant, according to the relationship between the two, it is basically time to formally ask for a certificate and drink and get married with a child.

But Dr. Cao is lying in the ICU, missing a piece of liver, and has been stitched over twenty stitches by Tong Chunlai, director of cardiac surgery. With his current physical condition, it is basically impossible to hold a wedding before Shen Yue appears pregnant. Either wait until Shen Yue is pregnant and wears a wedding dress with her belly, or wait for the child to hold a doll after she is born... No matter which one is difficult to accept.

"I only found out the day before yesterday." Dr. Cao said that the day before yesterday was obviously two days before he was attacked. That is, the day before he invited Sun Lien to dinner and consultation. "At that time, my mind was full of pressure, and I was worried that I could not afford to raise my children at all with my current income and work."

When men learn that their wife is pregnant, except those who are actively preparing for pregnancy, most people react in the first moment with great pressure. The responsible men will hold the pressure on themselves, work hard to earn money to support their families, and be breathless by the pressure they put on themselves - for example, Dr. Cao is like this now.

"When that man rushed over with a knife, the only thought in my mind was 'What if I was stabbed to death, what should Chen Yue and the child do?' I felt my heart tugging in a mess... The feeling of discomfort was even worse than it is now." Dr. Cao sighed, picked up the pain-relieving pump switch from the edge of the bed, and pressed it himself. "It hurts so much."

I don’t know whether he was complaining about his current physical pain or the heart-wrenching feeling at that time.

Sun Lien stood aside and couldn't say anything.

"I actually never understood how I became a doctor." Dr. Cao muttered on the bed, the painkiller seemed to work, and his tone of speaking seemed much gentler. "Lien, how did you get into medical school?"

"Me?" Sun Lien carefully recalled the past that had already faded, and then replied uncertainly, "Uh... study hard?"

"If it weren't for not being able to stand up, I really wanted to stand up and kick your ass now." After realizing that Sun Lien was an unqualified supporting doctor, Dr. Cao rolled his eyes slowly and said about himself again. "When I was in the college entrance examination, there were a lot of things to kill and hurt the doctor. I was together for almost a month. I didn't want to study, and my dad didn't let me study medicine... Oh, by the way, he is also a doctor."

"Then you still become a doctor." Sun Lien found a chair and sat down, and asked curiously, "Didn't you say you don't want to study medicine?"

"My high school score is not very high..." Dr. Cao said helplessly, "There are too many such things during that period, and the admission score of medical schools has dropped a lot. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have been able to apply for a new student."

Sun Lien looked at the roommate in front of him, who was known for his academic master. He barely got his first class in the college entrance examination and has now obtained a doctorate degree. It seems that there is a story here.

"It's not easy for you to learn all the way. It took so many years to do it..." Sun Lien didn't know what he wanted to say. He just subconsciously thought that he should stop Dr. Cao's idea. "Isn't it a pity to not be a doctor?"

"Compared with this, I'm more afraid that I'll be stabbed to death before my child grows up." Dr. Cao sighed, "Some time ago, there was another murder case in Lanzhou, do you know?"

Sun Lien nodded. The 42-year-old deputy chief physician was killed by a patient with a knife, which caused a great sensation at the time. Moreover, some details of Dr. Feng's attack were somewhat similar to those of Dr. Cao.

"Sister Feng... is my senior sister." Dr. Cao sighed heavily, "She only graduated last year."

Sun Lien was shocked, "But...but isn't she from the proctology department?"

"Her doctoral studies in urinary urethrology. Sister Feng and I are the same supervisor, and she is my direct senior sister." Cao Xin looked at the ceiling again and said in a deep pain, "I always felt that those murder cases in the past were at least far from me. But after Sister Feng's accident, I began to be scared. But I didn't expect that, I was afraid for a month, and it was my turn to get the knife."

The painkiller took effect, and Dr. Cao sighed deeply, "I... don't want to be a doctor anymore."

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Doctors treat diseases and save lives. Every patient who needs the help of a doctor hopes that his or her doctor has a noble character so that he or she can get "better" treatment.

But blindly asking others to improve their moral standards, what is the difference between this and moral kidnapping? Under the current environmental pressure, it is no longer easy for doctors to do their own work well. It is really unreasonable to ask them to risk their lives to cure diseases and save people. Eliminating the social value of "treating diseases and saving people", doctors are just a profession of "doing medicine for living". Even if the outpatient registration fee has been increased a lot, there are probably not many people who are willing to risk their lives for the little registration fee.

The study time is more than twenty years, and the working time is seriously exceeding the standard. The first year of the career, the second month is 3,000 yuan, and the next month is more than 10,000 yuan. The price is baldness, chronic diseases, the risk of contagion and being hacked with a knife. If this kind of profession can still exist, it can be called a miracle.

In this case, it is normal not to want to continue working.

Sun Lien looked at Dr. Cao who had fallen asleep again and felt a little confused.

This is still the attitude of Dr. Cao just woke up. If he saw the troubles outside and was about to peel him alive, wouldn’t Dr. Cao have to be scared to death?

I don’t know if President Song can withstand these inexplicable pressures.

Sun Lien quietly stood up and left the icu with a thief-like movement. Dr. Cao woke up. After notifying his icu's bed doctor and family, Sun Lien planned to go back and have a nap. He has been so tired these days that he has not even met his cousin Wang Tian. The treatment of his little cousin is pretty good. Not only has the jaundice gradually declined, no nerve damage was found during the examination. This is really the best news that Sun Lien has heard among the many bad news in recent times.

"Ding!" The phone's WeChat prompted the phone. Sun Lien frowned and took out his phone. He hoped that there would be no more difficult and complicated patients to come for consultation - he has been really tired these days.

"I saw the news, is Xiao Cao okay?" Director Liu, who was far away in Africa, sent a WeChat message, "Have he woke up?"

"Wake up, it seems that there is no big danger." Sun Lien lowered his head and replied to a WeChat message, thought for a while, and added another sentence to the content, "It's just that he is in a bad mood... He said he doesn't want to be a doctor anymore."

After a while, Liu Tangchun replied, "I was stabbed more than a dozen times for some reason. If I could still insist on being a doctor, it would be a problem in my mind. Let him think about it for himself."

"The wind direction on the Internet is a little wrong this time." Just as Sun Lien was about to put his phone back, Liu Tangchun sent another WeChat message, "I think the atmosphere is unusual. Do you have any clues?"

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Of course, the wind direction on the Internet was not right. Countless keyboard warriors were just criticizing them at first, but a few hours ago, they changed the direction of their attacks.

The direction this time was a bit familiar - "There are people who donated diagnosis centers in this kind of hospital?" "How can Japanese people donate money, be kind?" "When they want to donate, they open their mouths, but they can't even cure a patient?" "What kind of medical trouble? Is this a killing traitor?"

Malicious intentions, uncovered malice, are overwhelming.

"The main problem of modern Internet lies in the Internet." President Song looked at these comments and unexpectedly calmed down. "It's just that I can't get through the Internet."

"But it doesn't matter. Let these people understand that the Internet is not a lawless place, and there are many ways to deal with it." Qi Ruizhen, chairman of the board of directors of Mine Union Bitton and also the husband of President Song, took a cigarette handed over by his wife, lit it in his mouth and knocked on the table, "I'll ask the people from the Legal Affairs Department to come and help. They have very experience in dealing with such things."
Chapter completed!