I can see the status bar

Chapter 883 Salary Holder

There are few doctors in the world who are used to watching life and death.Although there are cheats, Sun Li'en can't maintain an indifferent attitude towards life and death—sometimes, he even hopes that he can be more indifferent.

Maybe if you are indifferent, you won't be so tired, right?
Sun Li'en has heart knots about Zhang Xiedi's illness. On the one hand, it is indeed because of life and death, and on the other hand... it is because of the simplest moral concept - good people should be rewarded with good things.

Those who hold salaries for everyone should not let them freeze to death in the snow.The medical staff during the SARS period were salaried, and the martyrs and their families in peacetime were also salaried.

The risks they take far outweigh the positive benefits of their careers, and their work has great meaning and social value.Therefore, for this meaning and value, they are at the forefront without hesitation.

Because of this, as a protected person, as a person warming by the fire in the snowstorm, Sun Li'en always felt that he had an obligation to do something for them.

What should be done, and the conflict between the reality of "nothing to do" is the source of Sun Lien's headache.No matter how much he can open and hang, no matter how easy to use the status bar, the reality is so cold in front of him - Zhang Xiedi suffers from small cell lung cancer, the size of the lung space-occupying lesion is greater than three centimeters but less than four centimeters, and at the same time There was a single lymphatic metastasis at the clavicle.

A more precise stage calculation needs to be done by an oncologist, but according to the information obtained by Sun Lien... Small cell lung cancer only has a single metastasis stage and belongs to M1c. The 12-month survival rate is about 25%, and the 24-month survival rate is about 6%. The rate is about [-]%.

The space-occupying larger than 2 cm and smaller than [-] cm belongs to the T[-]a stage, but this relatively good stage has no meaning.

According to current research guidelines, any M1c patient with small cell lung cancer has a 0% five-year survival rate.

Zhang Xiedi's life span is only five years at most, and at present, she may not even be able to survive 12 months.

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"This... let's treat it aggressively." After seeing Zhang Xiedi's chest CT and lymphatic aspiration frozen pathological examination report, the oncologist who came to the consultation directly gave up the idea of ​​"ordering a special treatment plan". The local lesions are no longer important, if there is a single metastasis, it will definitely not last for five years."

"What I hope now is not that she can survive for five years." Sun Li'en sighed, "Can we let her... prolong her life as much as possible under the premise of having a better quality of life?"

"Of course this is our main goal." The oncologist said helplessly, "but the problem is... there is no such method. This is small cell lung cancer, and there is no particularly effective treatment plan." The doctor who came to consult After reading Zhang Xiedi's examination report, he asked, "How is her physical condition?"

"Not very good." Sun Lien shook his head and said, "Her tumor caused the syndrome of abnormal secretion of antidiuretic hormone, and her dizziness has lasted for almost a month. She is relatively thin, and her spirit is not very good."

"In the past, we usually used radiotherapy and chemotherapy for combined treatment. Chemotherapy is generally more effective, but the recurrence rate is also very high. Often, drug resistance will appear after only a few courses of treatment." The doctor in the oncology department frowned, "If you don't Considering prolonging life as much as possible, she might be better off with palliative treatment. If she must strive to prolong life, then I suggest that she might try immune-targeted drugs."

"Using targeted drugs... How much can the survival period be improved?" Sun Lien asked again, pulling himself together, "How is the effect?"

"Compared with traditional chemotherapy, the effect is really good." This time it was the turn of the oncology doctor to be helpless, "But according to his attack data...compared with traditional chemotherapy, the use of targeted drugs combined with chemotherapy can prolong the treatment by an average of five years." months of survival—from almost fourteen months to about nineteen months."

Five months.

Sun Li'en took a deep breath, then fell silent.

"Thank you for your hard work today, let's come up with a plan first." After several seconds of silence, Sun Lien said in a deep voice, "I...I'll go and talk to the staff at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

As a family member of a martyr, Zhang Xiedi's treatment and life are jointly taken care of by the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Ministry of Veterans Affairs.And because the Ministry of Veterans Affairs still lacks staff for the time being, Zhang Xiedi's main caretaker here is still the Civil Affairs Bureau.

In order to treat the tumor in the future, it first depends on whether the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Department of Veterans Affairs who are responsible for the money can support it. On the other hand...Sun Lien actually has other thoughts.

He really didn't want to talk to Zhang Xiedi about this news.Even if he wants to talk, he has to bring someone to go with him.

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"Why did you tell me this kind of thing?" The staff member of the Ministry of Civil Affairs who was called by Sun Lien was a middle-aged man.After listening to Sun Lien's story, his first reaction was to scold Sun Lien for his bad intentions, "What's the use of telling me about this kind of thing?"

"Shouldn't you pay for the treatment?" Sun Lien frowned and asked, "The follow-up treatment costs are very high. If you don't support it, how can we do treatment?"

The staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau looked Sun Lien up and down, "I said, little comrade, why are you still stuck in the 80s? Our job is to take care of the elderly, but the cost of medical treatment, in addition to medical insurance and her commercial insurance , She still has to bear it herself-if it is really difficult to bear it, we can connect with other charities or organizations to donate. But our financial allocations and expenses... can't be posted in this kind of place. "

"Can she afford it?" Sun Li'en was stunned, "She doesn't have much income or savings, does she?"

"According to relevant regulations, the survivors of martyrs and active-duty soldiers who died on duty enjoy a one-time pension." The staff member of the Civil Affairs Bureau explained, "The standard of one-time pension is the national urban residents in the previous year. 20 times the income, plus 15 months of my monthly salary. For second-class merit, the military region will also issue a one-time pension at a rate of 80%-this total cost is about [-]. Plus With the preferential treatment every year and the condolences from the civil affairs department, it shouldn't be a big problem for her to pay for her own treatment, right?"

"Since it's difficult to bear, you can connect with each other..." Sun Li'en began to play a rogue, he really couldn't figure out how to face Zhang Xiedi and say such words, "And when you were admitted to the hospital, did you act as Signed by the agent. Then go together!"

Although he was very reluctant, the staff member of the Civil Affairs Bureau was indeed the signatory when Zhang Xiedi was admitted to the hospital.Although Sun Lien's behavior was inconsistent with emotion, there was nothing wrong with reason.

The staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau and Sun Lien dragged themselves to the door of the ward. After knocking on the door, they both heard Zhang Xiedi's voice at the same time, "Is it Dr. Sun? Please come in."

"Aunt Zhang." Sun Li'en probed into the ward, then tugged at the sleeve of the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau, "Look who is here."

"Oh, Xiao Li." Zhang Xiedi turned his head with some difficulty, and then smiled, "Look, I was thinking of telling you—I'm fine here, you You don’t need to come here, but you arrived before the call was made.” She turned on her mobile phone to the Civil Affairs Bureau staff surnamed Li, and it happened to be on the dial interface, with the words “Li Hui, Civil Affairs Bureau” Right in the center of the screen.

"Hey... I can't help talking." Li Hui immediately changed his previous bitter face, and habitually showed a very bright smile, "Aunt Zhang, are you all right?"

"Very good, very good." Zhang Xiedi agreed twice, then apologized, and then turned her head back to the lying position again, "I feel dizzy when I move my head, I'm sorry."

"We're here this time..." Sun Li'en was about to make a quick decision when he heard Zhang Xiedi ask, "Dr. Sun, I have a question—the bronze statue at the entrance of your comprehensive diagnostic center... What's going on? That person looks familiar to me."

"That... is Dr. Zhou Xiufang." Sun Lien was a little surprised, not knowing what happened today, it seemed that everyone had become interested in Zhou Xiufang. "Teacher Zhou is an old professor in our school..." He roughly talked about Zhou Xiufang's deeds, and then said, "The bronze statue was built with funds from Takeda Pharmaceutical—we also have one in Ningyuan Medical College."

"Amazing." Zhang Xiedi patted the mattress lightly, and then asked, "Then what's the procedure for donating the body?"

"Why are you asking this?" Li Hui interrupted the conversation between Zhang Xiedi and Sun Li'en, "What's the use of thinking about this? Cooperate with the doctor for treatment, and you will be discharged from the hospital soon..."

"I'm dead." Zhang Xiedi interrupted Li Hui in a weak but firm tone, "I want to donate my body to the country, and then donate my savings and that house. "Although her voice was not loud, her tone was completely unquestionable, "You all don't persuade me, especially you—Xiao Li, if you don't help me with this, then I will write my own will."

Sun Li'en and Li Hui looked at each other, neither of them expected to encounter such a problem.

"I didn't touch a penny of my son's pension. It was paid for by his life... How can I, a mother, be willing to touch it?" Zhang Xiedi sighed, "But the money given by the state, that's all. Putting it in the bank, it’s not good for me to have nowhere to go after I die. Xiao Li, please help me and divide all the money in half. Donate half to your Civil Affairs Bureau. Thanks to you for taking care of me these years. The remaining half will be donated to the dolls who have been discharged from the army." Her voice has always been calm, but when she mentioned the "dolls who have been discharged from the army", her voice trembled, "Those are good children , After retiring from the army, someone needs to care about them. I don’t have much money, but it’s better than nothing, right?”

Li Hui wanted to say something else, but his round face turned red, but he didn't say a word.

After a while, he took a deep breath, "Aunt Zhang, don't make a decision in such a hurry. Otherwise... you should listen to what the doctor said first?"

(End of this chapter)