Crazy Psychologist - v2 Chapter 805

Disturbing things still happened, and Fang clearly realized that he was once again caught in a predicament that he wanted to abandon completely.

Consciousness seems to be stuck in the mud, the body is cracking clay, one part is trying to stick together, and the other part is struggling to disintegrate in the opposite direction into a fragmented decadence.

Sometimes, salvation is also a kind of evasion, escaping the deep-rooted fear of death in the heart, turning around unswervingly on the edge of not admitting and not facing it, running under the scorching sun holding your breath, shuttling through the world that may collapse at any time In the cement stone city, no matter who the opponent is, the person dying is the doctor’s savior.

Fang Ming hadn’t felt this way for a long time, his chest was tight and his brain was not clear enough.

Since Chu Lin’s operation changed from one emergency treatment to two superimposed major operations, it was both physically and mentally exhausting.

During the few hours of concentrating on fighting with the **** of death, Fang Ming’s attention was always maintained at a higher standard than full concentration. The full concentration from nerves to muscle tissue formed through years of training, in the eyes of outsiders, this doctor is relaxed all over, as if Surgery is not such a difficult technique, as if it is an ordinary skill that everyone can master after reading it, not much more difficult than cycling and swimming.

This is a deceptive illusion at all. A person who is concentrating on it does not look tense, nor does it make people feel tense at a glance, but a deceptive softness and ease. This is because all The movements are all in line with the strict requirements of the operation, and the precision brings a deceptively relaxed state.

Besides Chu Lin, Fang Ming still had three scheduled operations that day. The delayed operation brought about a squeezed rest time. After eating a few bites of sandwiches and drinking half a cup of coffee, Fang Ming rushed into the operating room again. , Every patient should devote himself wholeheartedly, this is a habit he has practiced for a long time.

When all this is on the right track and goes to the next shore as time goes by, the patient can believe that the decision of surgery is beneficial to his body, and the family can let go of their inner struggles, conservative treatment, drug treatment and surgical treatment. Struggles are staged between patients and their families almost every day. Sometimes even if the operation is successfully completed, the patients and their families will fall into a new reincarnation. One day, he preyed on the lives of his loved ones in the form of a demon. At that time, today’s decision became an unbearable burden in life, and an unforgivable sin when he woke up in the middle of the night.

People who are unwilling to bear the burden are naturally unable to make decisions about life.

But no one is stronger than anyone else, and it is human nature to shrink back and hesitate.

But doctors are different. Constantly thinking about these unanswered questions just consumes energy for no reason. Energy is another scalpel, which is often more important than medical skills themselves.

So besides fighting in the operating room, good surgeons have another battlefield, a battlefield that they can only face alone. Wuying reveals a huge fear that makes people instantly powerless.

Yes, I don’t know what the enemy is, I only know that the enemy must exist.

In order not to lose his fighting spirit in the fog, Fang Ming always concentrated his thoughts on all possible places.

These methods are usually effective, or else hide in a dark bedroom, with curtains that completely shut out the sun’s light, like a dark box containing perhaps death.

“The Point Guard Is Here”

A surgeon’s death, sleep-death.

The day’s work was not smooth, because he had to perform the surgery, so he escaped the endless questioning of his family members.

He obviously finished everything excellently, but he couldn’t relax, couldn’t let go, he was tired, sleepy, he needed to rest, and needed enough sleep to cope with his daily work, every day was an overload of work, every day needed Facing life and death.

He hadn’t died of a patient for so long that he almost forgot the nightmare of watching the patient leave, although it was impossible to forget.

The professor didn’t die in front of him, and he didn’t personally witness the process of the professor’s death, but the professor’s voice and smile came alive in Fang Ming’s mind, and then declared in a frozen state that death had indeed come.

Nobody can change all the grief of death, the grief that families dread and do everything possible to avoid.

But doctors are different. Doctors sometimes rush towards death, chasing after it and even rushing in front of it to prevent it from happening.

This is a career that Fang Ming loves and is willing to devote himself to. He hates death like everyone hates death, but sometimes he also feels that death is like a fish, which has been trying to catch it, and hopes never to touch it. .

The dead body of the professor was very thin. Pancreatic cancer quickly lost his weight. His original healthy body was overwhelmed. The thin body was an exaggerated imagination. He didn’t actually see it, but the image of the dead professor lingered in his mind. A frail flower appeared on the body tortured by cancer. The translucent petals bloomed from the abdomen, as bleak as an autumn chrysanthemum, and the vitality released by it exuded the breath of death due to haggardness and weakness.

In Shengchun, it was surprisingly cold inside the house.

Fang Ming wanted to drink a cup of hot water, but he was stuck in place due to fatigue, he couldn’t move, his heart was stuffy and painful due to the pressure of an unknown force.

Flowers bloomed all over his body, and the professor’s face also changed. He knew that face, it was Chu Lin.

The phone buzzed, interrupting the hot fear like volcanic lava. Fang Ming picked up the phone, and Shen Zifeng’s voice came from the other end.

He handed over the patient to Shen Zifeng, probably he was struggling to keep busy among more than a dozen patients~www.mtlnovel.com~ Most of the calls at this time were to ask Fang Ming to rush to the hospital, but to rush to the hospital. Going to the hospital usually means that the patient is suffering and helpless on the verge of life and death.

“Which patient?” Fang Ming calmly asked while suppressing his fear.

“It’s Chu Lin.” Shen Zifeng’s voice was vague and slightly noisy, and there was the sound of someone arguing behind him.

“What time is it?” Fang Fang sat up, ready to rush to the hospital at any time. “How is the situation now, is the director there?”

Fang Ming had already run downstairs, and his soul had almost reached the hospital, beside the patient.

“The director is here, don’t worry.”

“Rescue her, don’t die, Shen Zifeng, save her.” Fang Ming never thought that he would be so afraid of losing a patient.

Shen Zifeng hurriedly shouted: “Don’t worry, Chu Lin is awake.”

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