The unlucky life of a medical student

Back in the hospital building, Zhong Wuchuan hurried to the height and weight machine to weigh.

Compared with a week ago, his height has increased by more than 30 centimeters, his weight has increased by half, and his face has lost a little baby fat. He is already a green boy.

He did finger exercises in front of the mirror again, and the performance of his index finger was almost the same as before the accident. He was so excited that he picked up a thermometer and danced.

"Amazing! It's amazing!"

Amidst the cheers, the elevator suddenly opened, and a young woman walked out. She supported an elderly man with a sad face, and said to Zhong Wuchuan, "Doctor, can you do me a favor?"

"whats the matter?"

Zhong Wuchuan knew the mystery of the elevator, and most of the people who walked out of the elevator were not human.

"Give her an injection," the young woman said, "I don't want to see her in such pain."

"pain……"

Zhong Wuchuan lifted the elderly woman. The old man's skin was full of wrinkles and pinholes. The skin on the back was strangely sticky and seemed to have begun to rot, but her pulse and breathing were normal.

"What's wrong with her?" Zhong Wuchuan asked the woman.

The woman said: "The cancer is terminal, and it is impossible to cure it. Even the simplest breathing will make her die. She hopes to leave this world with dignity, but her family... they ignore her thoughts and use the best medicine. Hanging her life, maintaining a soulless body... She doesn't want to go on like this... I don't want to watch her... continue to suffer..."

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

Zhong Wuchuan interrupted the woman's murmuring.

The woman said, "I want you to see her on the road."

"you you……"

Zhong Wuchuan was terrified.

A doctor's bounden duty is to save lives and heal the wounded, not to send people on their way!

"Miss, according to the current law, it is illegal for a doctor to perform euthanasia on a patient even under the premise of his strong request. This is a deprivation of the right to life, and the right to life is the right to be directly protected."

"What I want is not euthanasia, but death with dignity," the woman said. "Look at her now, the pain has completely deprived her of her dignity. If she is still conscious, she certainly doesn't want to lie on the hospital bed like a walking corpse." Consuming resources in the air..."

"But you are not her relatives, and you have no right to make any decisions for her." Zhong Wuchuan said quietly, he didn't know what a woman's body was, but she was definitely not a human being.

"me……"

The woman's eyes were a little moist.

"You're right, I'm not her relative, and I have no right to make any decisions for her. But I know her pain... Three months ago, she woke up once, and she told the doctor that longevity is a Tortured, she wanted to give up this kind of treatment that was worse than death. But they didn't give her the right to choose.

Her relatives wanted her to live, even if she was in a coma, even if she was relying on a machine, even if she was plugged into a ventilator, as long as she was alive, in a physical sense...

Her family regards saving lives as filial piety, and her doctors regard saving lives as their bounden duty. No one will consider her thoughts, and no one thinks that living like a corpse is tantamount to Ling Chi for her! "

"I understand your feelings, but I really can't do this."

Zhong Wuchuan wanted to send both the woman and the old woman out.

The woman's face turned red, and she grabbed his arm with her backhand and said, "You are a doctor, and you swore to respect life when you entered medical school! What is respect for life is to respect the patient's right to autonomy over life. We We can neither choose life nor death, but we can at least allow others to die with dignity..."

"I'm sorry, euthanasia is illegal, death with dignity... death with dignity without the permission of the person or his immediate family members is also illegal...and..."

Zhong Wuchuan said with difficulty that he had to reject this woman, even though he had begun to recognize her in his heart.

"And what?"

"I am not working in the hospital where she was hospitalized, let alone her attending physician. I died with dignity for her, which is the most serious violation and will be revoked as a doctor."

"so--"

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Zhong Wuchuan lowered his head.

The woman refused to let go, and said: "The rules and regulations are so important, more important than your oath?"

"There are no rules, and rules and regulations cannot be violated." Zhong Wuchuan said, "Or you can bring her attending doctor here, and I will try my best to persuade him to die with dignity for her."

"Do you think...if I can bring him here, how could it be like this..."

The woman smiled wryly.

Zhong Wuchuan didn't dare to look up at the woman's face.

This young woman is not a human being, but she is the only "person" around the old woman who is at the last moment of her life who still treats her sincerely and considers her dignity.

Thinking of this, he said to the woman again: "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, I thought I would be rejected by you."

Sighing, the woman let go of Zhong Wuchuan's arm.

She said to Zhong Wuchuan: "Can you help me? Take her back to the hospital with me?"

"of course can."

Zhong Wuchuan felt ashamed of his refusal, and was embarrassed to refuse the woman's reasonable request again.

They helped the old lady into the elevator from left to right. Zhong Wuchuan was about to go out when suddenly his neck tightened, and then a white light in front of his eyes swallowed him whole!

When he was awake, he was standing in an ICU ward.

The ward was unusually quiet. The old man lay like a corpse among the piles of tubes. His chest did not rise and fall, and his eyes could not be opened. Only the moisture on the surface of the respirator could prove that she was still alive. The sound of dysprosium.

A nurse sat across from the old woman. Perhaps because she was too tired, she folded her arms against the wall and was drowsy. The screen of the mobile phone in her pocket was shining brightly.

The woman is gone.

Zhong Wuchuan was the only one standing in the entire ICU ward.

There was a chill in Zhong Wuchuan's heart. He always knew that women are not human beings, but now he realizes that she might not even be an animal!

Because, in the ward of the ICU, there will be no hairy creatures at all!

What kind of creature is she?

What's the deal with the old woman?

Zhong Wuchuan was in a state of confusion, he looked around in fear, the entire ICU ward was lifeless, the only thing that could be called alive was a painting on the wall, an oil painting about rhododendrons and a girl.

The rhododendrons all over the mountain are colorful and gorgeous.

Among the luxuriant and tumultuous flowers, there is a girl in a white skirt standing. The breeze draws out her grace. It is just a back view, but it exudes an unstoppable beauty.

Painters are unfamiliar with techniques, even a layman like Zhong Wuchuan can see that oil paintings are not created by famous artists, but there is overflowing spring and vitality in the paintings, which is enough to shock anyone.

"It's so beautiful." Zhong Wuchuan couldn't help saying.

"This is me when I was young."

Behind Zhong Wuchuan, an elegant and gentle voice sounded.

He didn't dare to turn around, afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see when he turned around.

The owner of the voice took the initiative to walk to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

The old woman who shouldn't be standing here raised her head, looked at the oil painting on the wall with nostalgia, and said, "When I painted this painting, I was still very young, I was really the same age at that time... I don't know sorrow, I don't know the pain... Even if I work in the field all day and all night, I don't feel tired. It's not like now... As long as I remove the ventilator, I can feel the wings of death against my face... It's cold and painful... ..."

"lady……"

Zhong Wuchuan was about to talk to the old lady, but she suddenly sighed: "Let me die, okay..."

"But……"

"Look at me now, can you really refuse?"

Zhong Wuchuan turned around and saw that the old lady on the hospital bed looked like a walking corpse, with purple spots resembling corpse spots on her face, neck, and back of her hands.

"My children don't want me to die, not because of 'filial piety', but because they will lose a lot of enjoyment when I die...In order to maintain the present, they ignore my wishes, kidnap my life, and force me to Living in this world like a corpse...Doctor, do you think it is really meaningful to live like this?"

Beside Zhong Wuchuan, the soul of the old woman questioned.

Zhong Wuchuan didn't know how to answer.

He saw the old lady's body surrounded by a large number of instruments, living in the most indignified posture, like a corpse, like dry wood.

If it was me who fell to this point, would I also hope...

"Help me, doctor... help me..." the old woman murmured, "Let me die with dignity, okay..."

Zhong Wuchuan's heart was torn and tormented.

"I……"

"Please, help me just once... If you gently remove the respirator, I will receive relief... No one will know that you have been here, they will treat everything as an accident... But I It was really liberating..."

"I……"

"Help……"

As the old lady said so, her cloudy eyes were filled with tears.

Zhong Wuchuan couldn't see such an expression, so he turned his head.

"No... I can't..."

"Help……"

A soft and cold hand covered his hand, and his body uncontrollably walked to the hospital bed and landed on the respirator.

"Can't……"

"Help."

Two voices sounded, one belonged to the old woman and the other came from the young woman.

He turned his head and looked at the woman: "You are—"

The woman smiled and raised her head: "Help me."

The same gentleness flowed into his ears, and in a trance, Zhong Wuchuan removed the respirator with his hand.

"thanks……"

The old woman on the hospital bed spoke softly, and the moment the respirator was removed, the face wrinkled like a mummy suddenly stretched out.

The soul that was no longer bound flew up lightly, the patient's striped shirt became a delicate white dress, and the withered face regained its youth, so beautiful and delicate.

She floated in front of Zhong Wuchuan, lowered her head, and kissed his forehead like the wind, then flew into the azalea oil painting, took the hand of the girl in the white skirt, and ran deeper into the flowers together.

The author has something to say:

Hee hee, guess what race the girl is~