"I also know Liang Hong, the director of the imaging department. After the CT scan, I knew the results were very bad." "I was also a surgeon before, and I know very well what pancreatic cancer represents." "Dr. Lin, you don't have to hide anything from me, just tell the truth..." Although Ning Yumei's tone was rather hasty, she still tried her best to restrain herself and not lose the last trace of dignity of the medical staff. But this forced strength could not be concealed from Dean Cui and others who entered the ward. Looking at Ning Yumei, who looked pale and haggard, and looked completely different from before, Dean Cui felt quite sad. Compared with those patients who were almost scared to death when they heard that they had cancer, Director Ning's performance at this time was already quite outstanding. What's more, Director Ning, who has been a surgeon, should also know that malignant tumors like pancreatic cancer can attack very quickly. If the control is not good enough, life may be endangered at any time... "Director Ning, don't worry. Since I promised to cure you, I, Lin Yi, have no chance of breaking my promise..."
Arriving at Director Ning's bed, Lin Yi first calmed him down. "You unbutton your shirt first, and I'll help you do some necessary inspections." Then signal the other party to accept the examination with confidence... "Does it hurt here?" Lin Yi pressed his hands on the patient's ribs with a little force. "hiss......" Ning Yumei gasped and tried her best not to scream. The severe pain caused a layer of white sweat to appear on her forehead. "What about here?" Lin Yi continued to move the pressing area towards the patient's armpit. "It hurts, it hurts..." This time Ning Yumei couldn't bear it anymore and kept crying out in pain. "Is it that kind of pain? Swelling or tingling..." Lin Yi signaled Director Ning to fasten his buttons and continued to ask about specific symptoms. "Swelling and pain!" Ning Yumei replied affirmatively. As a doctor, she still understands the difference between swelling and pain... "Director Ning, please sit up." Lin Yi shook up the hospital bed and put down the small table. "Put your hands up, relax, and chat with Dean Cui and the others." "Let me take your pulse. It will take about a minute or two."
Seeing Lin Yi put his left and right hands on her left and right wrists at the same time, closing his eyes and not speaking, Ning Yumei had to suppress it no matter how many doubts she had. She couldn't understand Lin Yi's movements more and more. He was obviously a genius surgeon, but now he was using traditional Chinese medicine for diagnosis and treatment. It was a bit awkward no matter how you looked at it... "What's the situation? Lin Yi can still practice Chinese medicine?" "Could it be that if he plans to use traditional Chinese medicine to treat pancreatic cancer, he will have enough time, and will the effect be reliable..." Not to mention Ning Yumei's face full of doubts, Dean Cui and others who followed Lin Yi in, looked at Lin Yi's dazzling diagnosis method, and the doubts on their faces became more and more intense. Regardless of whether it was suturing, reconnecting severed limbs, or radical gallbladder surgery, Lin Yi's attainments in Western medicine, especially in the field of surgery, had reached a level that would put veteran doctors like them to shame. Now the other party has given up the method he is best at and instead uses traditional Chinese medicine methods that are not effective in everyone's opinion. This is very awkward. And as doctors of traditional Western medicine, many people simply don’t believe that TCM can cure diseases in patients’ organs. When you are not sick, maintaining good health is quite reliable. Relying on traditional Chinese medicine to eliminate tumors has no scientific basis at all... "Cui Yuan, until I was just diagnosed with cancer, I felt like I had been living like a joke all these years." After knowing that she had cancer, Ning Yumei's nerves became extremely sensitive. The increasingly quiet atmosphere in the ward made her breathless. She was forced to speak to relieve her mental tension. Anyway, Lin Yi just said that speaking will not affect the diagnosis of the disease... "Today's medical technology has become more and more advanced, and you have seen Lin Yi's methods. Director Ning must not be so pessimistic." "We will definitely use the most appropriate treatment methods and try our best to help you solve the problem..." Dean Cui could only console himself with clichés that even he couldn't convince. If cancer was really so easy to solve, it couldn't be called cancer. But in the face of helpless patients, doctors can only offer encouragement... "Yuan Cui, you don't need to comfort me. I know my situation. When I was a doctor, I used to comfort my patients in this way." Ning Yumei had no intention of blaming Dean Cui and continued to ask and answer questions to herself. "It's just that after actually lying on this hospital bed and being diagnosed with the cancer that everyone was so angry about, my mind and body calmed down for the first time." "When I was a doctor, I was busy with patients, busy working overtime, and busy with papers. I was not willing to let others be better than myself. Resident doctors, attending doctors, and even chief doctors always wanted to become the idols worshiped by others." "But when you realize..." When he said this, Director Ning's eyes passed over the faces of Lu Chenxi and Fang Xiaoran one by one, and when they finally landed on Lin Yi, his tone was full of envy. "It turns out that being a doctor also requires talent. Even if an ordinary person works hard for a lifetime, it would be a blessing for him to become a chief physician." "As for outstanding young people, Yangtze River Scholars, and even academician candidates and academicians, if they don't have a talent for medicine like Lin Yi, forget it!" "As for me, haha! I have no background and no talent. I have been a doctor for a lifetime, and deputy chief physician is probably the best destination." "Ah..." Ning Yumei sighed again, not knowing whether she was complaining about the unfairness of fate or regretting her lack of talent...
"Since being a doctor is not an option, I will try my best to get into politics." As if she recalled her pride, Ning Yumei's tone became intense for the first time. "Fate seems to be fair. When one window is closed, another window will be opened for you." "I am the first one to go to work and the last one to leave work every day. I carefully complete even the smallest instructions from my leaders, greet them with a smile and try my best to get along with my subordinates." "From the chief clerk to the current director of the medical administration department, I have no days off, no leave, and never dare to slack off..." In fact, Lin Yi had already completed the pulse diagnosis at this time. In order not to disturb the other party's interest, he had to pretend to continue. After all, such a wonderful life journey is rarely heard... "But when I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, I, like a machine, was finally paused by life." "I realized that my life was like a joke!" "What have I done all these years? I am over 40 years old, and I have never done anything that makes me really satisfied!" "I..." Ning Yumei's emotions suddenly became excited, and her face flushed inexplicably. In the feeling of Lin Yi's fingers, the other party's pulse suddenly showed a rapid and surging state. "I am so old, and I haven't even had a memorable and vigorous love!" "Huh..." He let out a long breath, sweeping away the resentment in his chest. "Ah! Doctor Lin, you have finished the examination..." Ning Yumei exclaimed, the blush on her face began to spread behind her ears, and her breathing became rapid. It was not until this time that she realized that Lin Yi had finished the diagnosis at some point. He was staring at her with a pair of dark and deep eyes...
