Song Zhiying was used to seeing patients struggling in pain, but it was still as a doctor, she cannot empathize too much with her patients, which is not a good thing for her or the patients.
She slowly approached and reached out to him, and said in a gentle voice: "Pang Ming, come here, I will take you back to the ward to give you an analgesic injection. The injection will stop the pain."
"No!"
Pang Ming suddenly shouted hoarsely, then coughed heartbreakingly, while still trembling back.
Song Zhiying saw that he was about to fall off the building after taking only two steps back. She was so frightened that her heartbeat accelerated. She immediately said: "Okay, I will listen to you. Calm down and don't go back! Think about your unborn grandson!" "
When Pang Ming was in so much pain that his consciousness was almost blurred, when Pang Ming heard the word "grandson", he gritted his teeth and held on.
He is a farmer who has been farming all his life. He has never read a book, is ignorant, has traditional thinking, and has very old ideas. He feels that the incense cannot be cut off after death, and he has a deep obsession with his grandson.
His lung cancer was in the advanced stage and inoperable, and the effects of radiotherapy and chemotherapy were not good. After giving up treatment, he would wake up with cancer pain every every time he wanted to die, it was the obsession of "grandson" that hung on him.
But the pain day after day made his obsession somewhat blurry.
"Dr. Song, I feel really uncomfortable and suffering, cough, cough, cough, I don't want to live anymore. The pain is so painful that I can't sleep every night. I feel better after taking injections and taking medicine, but I wake up with pain again soon..."
Pang Ming painfully complained about his illness, his voice hoarse and intermittent, accompanied by heartbreaking coughs.
"What's the point of living? It's a waste of money if you don't die. I watched the news broadcast and it said that stray dogs should be euthanized. They said that the dog would die with one injection and there would be no pain. I want to ask, can you give it to me? Euthanasia?" The old man's eyes were filled with pleading.
Song Zhiying felt bitter in her heart.
In China, euthanasia has not been legalized yet.
Although officials called for allowing citizens the right to choose euthanasia 20 years ago, and bills have been proposed since then, the bill has never been passed due to the incompleteness of the relevant legal system and various social factors.
Therefore, even with the patient's consent, assisted euthanasia is guilty of intentional homicide.
But it was obviously not the right time to tell Pang Ming this, so she could only stabilize him and lie to him: "Okay. Come here first, and I will help you apply for euthanasia. Don't you want to say goodbye to your son and daughter-in-law properly?"
Pang Ming endured the pain and took a step towards her.
Seeing that he didn't resist, Song Zhiying walked towards him step by step, and finally grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back.
However, at this moment, Pang Ming's whole body twitched and screamed in pain, and his cloudy eyes were full of desolation and despair: "But Dr. Song, can you really give me euthanasia? I have asked my son before, and he said that euthanasia is not prohibited by law. It’s allowed!”
Song Zhiying's brain shut down for a moment, but at this moment she could only bite the bullet and said: "You should trust the doctor."
"I don't believe it! You hospitals are all blood suckers, and I will be drained of every last drop of your hard-earned money until I die!"
Pang Ming suddenly became excited, his face was hideous in pain, and the light in his eyes was like a demon.
Seeing that the firefighters were about to rush over, he suddenly took a step back. Song Zhiying caught him and prevented him from jumping off the building.
However, at this time, he suddenly pushed Song Zhiying down.