Long Qianlan shook his head and said: "If it were someone else, I wouldn't care too much, but this old man was the previous mayor of Jiangcheng. He just stepped down in the past two years. When I first started working, I was severely punished.
He takes a lot of care of me, and he treats me like a real elder. Now I can’t bear to see him in so much pain."
Speaking of this, a thick layer of fog gradually covered her eyes, and she stared at Lin Bei and said: "Lin Bei, I heard that pancreatic cancer is the most painful cancer, especially in the last days. It is a double torture of body and mind. Look, pancreatic cancer is the most painful cancer.
For my sake, can you help him?"
Seeing this, Lin Bei quickly said: "Okay, okay, I'll help me, don't cry."
Then he took out a piece of paper and handed it to Long Qianlan.
Other girls have done this, so he has no reason to refuse.
When Long Qianlan heard this, she was overjoyed and said quickly: "Then it's up to you. If it can't be cured, I can help the old man walk more safely."
These words sounded familiar, and Lin Bei felt as if he had heard them somewhere.
But he immediately stopped thinking about it, nodded and was about to walk into the ward, and then suddenly found that Long Qianlan was standing there motionless.
He couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you going in with me?"
Long Qianlan shook her head and said with some embarrassment: "I won't go in. The old man's expression is too painful now. I can't bear to see this kind of scene. I have already said hello to the leader. You can just go in."
Since she didn't want to go in, Lin Bei didn't force her, and finally opened the door himself and strode in.
The ward was already filled with instruments for detecting such vital signs, and on the bed of a middle-aged man lay a skinny old man with a dark complexion and about to die.
The old man's face was wrinkled together, and he seemed to be in great pain. Judging from the indicators on the nearby instruments, the old man's time was running out.
Next to him, stood a middle-aged man in his forties. His name was Liang Dekang, and he was one of the deputy mayors in charge of Jiangcheng.
Liang Dekang has a straight face, and he should usually look upright, but at this moment, the middle-aged man's brows were frowning together, his eyes were full of struggle, and his fists were clenched.
Obviously, he felt sorry for the old man in the hospital bed.
Pancreatic cancer is the king of cancers. Many patients end up suffering from pain to death. Its cruelty is simply terrifying.
On the other side, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat looked at the report in his hand and said: "Chief Liang, your father's cancer cells have spread throughout the body. Now many complications have broken out in the body. There is nothing we can do. Now
My only suggestion is to give him sedatives and painkillers so that he can complete this final journey in his sleep."
At this time, Lin Bei had just entered the door and said directly: "It's better to skip the analgesics. In the old man's current condition, unless it is directly anesthetized, ordinary drugs will not be able to suppress the pain that is erupting in his body."
Hearing this, Liang Dekang and the middle-aged doctor turned their heads one after another.
Liang Dekang looked at Lin Bei carefully and said, "Are you the master Long Qianlan talked about? You are younger than I thought."
The middle-aged doctor next to him suddenly said: "Expert? Chief Liang, I'm afraid you are mistaken, right? This guy is just an intern in our hospital."
"intern?"
Liang Dekang was stunned, and then he saw the name tag on Lin Bei's white coat, which bore the name of an intern in the emergency department.
He couldn't help but said: "He is actually an intern? Then how did he get in?"
The middle-aged doctor said directly: "As an intern, it's normal for you to be ignorant. Maybe you went to the wrong ward."
After saying that, he glanced at Lin Bei's name tag and shouted directly to him: "Your name is Lin Bei, right? Go back to your emergency department. This is the special care unit. You haven't even done all the sterilization of your body. What if you get sick?"
Something happened, can you bear it?"
Hearing this, Lin Bei also took a look at his name tag and discovered that the middle-aged doctor was named Yu Shaohui and he was an expert in oncology.
Lin Bei replied directly: "This old man is not even half alive. Will it make any difference to his outcome if I remove the bacteria or not?"
Yu Shaohui was stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "How dare you talk back? Do you believe that my boss can deduct all your internship points with just one sentence?"
"as you like."
Lin Bei glanced at him and ignored him, then said to Liang Dekang: "You are Long Qianlan's boss, right? I was entrusted by her to treat your father."
Liang Dekang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, was this really invited by Long Qianlan?
However, Long Qianlan said that she invited a master of traditional Chinese medicine, while Lin Bei was just an intern and had no chance of joining him.
At this time, Yu Shaohui shouted angrily: "That's enough. Why are you, an intern, causing trouble here? This is the special care ward, and the people in it have extraordinary status. Get out of here right now, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Lin Bei had already noticed that he was unhappy and replied directly: "Am I talking to you? Even if I don't go out, what can you do to me?"
Yu Shaohui suddenly froze, like a duck being strangled by the neck, and his quacking stopped abruptly.
Yes, what can he do to Lin Bei?
You can't do it in the special care ward, right?
Yu Shaohui then turned cold and warned: "Lin Bei, if you don't leave, I will call the security department, and I will even personally call the dean and ask him to fire you, a arrogant intern."
"Do you want me to repeat it again? I'm not talking to you. Just do whatever you want."
Lin Bei glanced at him lightly, and finally looked at Liang Dekang and asked: "Brother, you haven't answered me yet. Do you want me to treat your old man?"
His eyes were frivolous with a touch of confidence, and he exuded a different kind of calmness from head to toe.
Liang Dekang was almost moved, but then he saw the intern name tag on Lin Bei's body, and finally sighed and said: "I'm sorry, young man, I can't give my father's last time to an intern who doesn't even have the qualifications to practice medicine.
In the hands of a newbie. When you go out, tell Long Qianlan that I appreciate his kindness."
Lin Bei said: "Your father can't survive even five minutes in this situation. If I take action now, he will still be alive. Are you sure you don't want me to save him?"
Before Liang Dekang could speak, Yu Shaohui's sneer came directly: "Joke! The old man has terminal pancreatic cancer, which is the king of cancer. You can save him if you can?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Shaohui felt that he had made a mistake. Although it was true, if the words came out of his mouth, wouldn't it mean that Liang Dekang's biological father was cursed to death?
However, Liang Dekang did not pursue the matter, nor did he laugh at Lin Bei. Instead, he said: "Young man, I know my father's situation very well. Not even experts at home and abroad can do anything about it, and treatment is even more impossible. I don't know what Long's situation is."
Why does Qianlan think you are a master of Chinese medicine, but my father will never be left in your hands. Now, please get out!"
This is already very straightforward.
Since the patient was not happy, Lin Bei would not say any more and said directly:
"Okay, I hope you won't regret it in five minutes."
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving behind a free and uninhibited figure.