1 Sudden Death and Rebirth

　　"Xiao Ran, the old lady in the Bed 3 observation room is not in the right state. Go and have a look!"

　　The nurse ran into the duty room with an anxious look, and handed the test sheet to the doctor in front of her.

　　Upon hearing the words, Jing Xiaoran glanced at the test sheet, picked up the stethoscope, pulled up his leg, and ran to the observation room.

　　"Mom, what's the matter with you? Can you hear me?"

　　As soon as he stepped in, Jing Xiaoran saw a middle-aged man about fifty years old standing in front of the bed of the Bed 3 patient, calling the patient's name continuously.

　　 The 3-bed patient is an 81-year-old woman with many basic diseases such as diabetes and hypertension, as well as multiple organ failures such as coronary heart disease, emphysema, and renal insufficiency.

　　At this time, the old lady half-opened her eyes, her consciousness was dim, and her hands were involuntarily swinging.

　　Jing Xiaoran hurried to the bed of the old lady, performed a quick physical examination, and at the same time issued an order to the nurse in an orderly manner.

　　"Emergency tracheal intubation, establishment of central venous access, push one of furosemide and half of morphine."

　　"Received!" The nurse had already pushed the rescue vehicle and handed Jing Xiaoran the tracheal intubation equipment.

　　"Doctor, save my mother, please, I must save my mother!" The middle-aged man pulled Jing Xiaoran's white coat corner, half kneeling in front of the bed, and his voice was terrible.

　　Jing Xiaoran ignored the family members and performed tracheal intubation with whole body.

　　The nurse hurriedly pulled the middle-aged man away and shouted loudly: "Families rest assured, we will do our best to rescue them, now please wait outside the rescue room, and don't hinder the doctor's rescue!"

　　...

　　"call..."

　　Jing Xiaoran exhaled deeply, sat limp in the chair, and shook his sore hands from the CPR compressions.

　　The nurse smiled and walked into the duty room.

　　"Xiao Ran, here, I invite you to drink."

　　This is a cup of milk tea, pearl beans are swaying aimlessly in the cup, and a warm air slowly rises from the straw.

　　"Thank you, there is a takeaway brother delivering food in the middle of the night, which is really professional." Jing Xiaoran unceremoniously picked up the milk tea and drank it. He was indeed a little thirsty.

　　Every rescue is tantamount to running a marathon, which consumes a lot of energy.

　　"Xiao Ran, you are really amazing. If other doctors are on duty tonight, I think this three-bed old lady will not be able to save her life." The nurse sat next to Jing Xiaoran, chatting, and responding to the rescue doctor's orders just now.

　　Jing Xiaoran took another sip of milk tea and shook his head: "Don't lift me up, I just did what I should do. If you didn't find out in time, God Fairy Daluo would not be able to save this old lady."

　　"Hehe." The nurse smiled softly, "Xiao Ran, fortunately we rescued this old lady, otherwise his family won't be able to find us desperately."

　　"Huh?" Jing Xiaoran looked at the nurse questioningly, "The old lady's physical condition, to put it bluntly, one extra day is counted as earning one day, the family members don't understand?"

　　"Hey!" the nurse sighed, "You went to the clinic during the day and did not understand the situation. This old lady took it in this morning. I heard that this old lady worked in a famous foreign company before, and she received this pension after retirement. number."

　　The nurse stretched out two fingers and exaggerated.

　　"So much?!" Jing Xiaoran said, "This is much higher than us."

　　"Yes." The nurse continued, "So the family members don't want the old lady to die. This morning, the family members had several conflicts with the doctor in charge because of their illness. It was the man who just heard that his family didn't have a job. Live with the old lady's pension."

　　Jing Xiaoran nodded. This situation is not uncommon in clinical practice. Although he has not worked for a few years, he is well aware of the warmth and coldness of the world.

　　"Xiao Ran, let's stop talking. I'll check the status of the old lady and write down the nursing records. You've been on two white nights, so hurry up and rest on the table for a while, otherwise the patient will be saved. Your own health is not worth it."

　　When the nurse walked out of the duty room, Jing Xiaoran also felt tired. After all, after 48 hours of continuous work, even those who were hit by iron couldn't stand it.

　　Jing Xiaoran leaned on the desk in the duty room and fell asleep slowly.

　　In his sleep, Jing Xiaoran felt someone slap him on the shoulder.

　　He resisted his sleepiness and looked up and found a middle-aged man standing beside him.

　　It's the family member of the three-bed old lady.

　　"Is there anything going on?" Jing Xiaoran asked vigorously.

　　The middle-aged man didn't return immediately, but smiled weirdly, with a crooked arc at the corner of his mouth.

　　"You... what's the matter with you?" he asked again.

　　The middle-aged man stared at Jing Xiaoran and said sternly, "Doctor, why has my mother's condition suddenly worsened?"

　　When Jing Xiaoran saw that the middle-aged man was only asking about the condition, he sighed with relief: "The old lady's condition does not suddenly get worse. This is the progression of the disease. All we can do at present is to delay the progression of the disease."

　　"But when she came to the hospital during the day, she was not as heavy as she is now. She still knew me during the day, and now she is unaware."

　　"I have already said that this is the process of disease progression. If your family does not come to the hospital during the day, the disease may progress more rapidly."

　　The middle-aged man laughed again: "Oh? Really?"

　　"Yeah." Jing Xiaoran nodded.

　　Suddenly the middle-aged man showed a fierce appearance...

　　"Ah..." Jing Xiaoran woke up from his sleep, "It turned out to be a dream..."

　　He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gradually returned to reality from the horrible dream.

　　"Why does his chest hurt so suddenly?" As soon as Jing Xiaoran recovered, he felt a heart-piercing pain from his heart, like being cut by a knife, his limbs were soft and weak, and sweat bursting out of his forehead.

　　A feeling of dying came to his mind, Jing Xiaoran thought of a word-sudden cardiac death.

　　He slowly closed his eyes, the intense pain made him unable to breathe and unable to call for help.

　　Jing Xiaoran recalled his parents who were over half a hundred years old, his frail sister, and the woman who made her heart ache.

　　Consciousness feigned in the darkness, like a lonely ghost with no end in sight.

　　"Am I dead?"

　　Jing Xiaoran slowly opened his eyes, and the strange and familiar ceiling came into view.

　　He looked around, and familiar memories poured into his mind.

　　"This is my home? My childhood home? But wasn't this house sold later?" Jing Xiaoran resisted the discomfort of his body and got up, walked to the desk, and saw himself in the mirror.

　　Jing Xiaoran was stunned, it was a naive and ordinary face. He touched his face and unscrewed it. The pain on his face told him that it was not a dream.

　　"I'm born again?"

　　"In what age has been reborn?"

　　Bang bang bang!

　　Before he could sort out his clues, there was a knock on the door.

　　"Brother, are you awake?"

　　Hearing this clear voice of children, Jing Xiaoran's tears flowed from the corner of his eyes unconsciously.

　　He tremblingly walked to the door, slowly opened the door, and a playful and lovely little girl appeared in front of him.

　　She was about seven or eight years old, wearing a floral dress with broken steps, and two small dimples bloomed on her face when she laughed.

　　The moment he saw her, Jing Xiaoran stepped forward and held her in his arms desperately.

　　"Xiaoxiao, brother is here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Jing Xiaoran hugged his sister tightly, tears raining.

　　"brother..."

　　Jing Xiaoxiao didn't know what happened, and she didn't ask, just put her little head on her brother's chest and embraced him with both hands.

　　After a while, Jing Xiaoran let go of his sister and looked at her quietly.

　　"Brother, don't cry."

　　Jing Xiaoxiao stretched out a small hand to wipe away his tears.

　　"Well, I don't cry, I'm happy. Xiaoxiao, what's the date today?" Jing Xiaoran asked.

　　"Brother, haven't you woken up the bar? Today is June 9th. You just finished the college entrance examination yesterday. Last night, you had a meal with your classmates and drank a lot of alcohol." Jing Xiaoxiao wrinkled her nose and said, "Brother , You still have a smell of alcohol right now"

　　"College entrance examination? 2011! In other words, I am 17 years old this year, Xiaoxiao you are only 7 years old!"

　　Jing Xiaoxiao tilted his head and looked at Xiao Ran puzzledly: "Brother, you are so strange today. Have you lost your memory?"

　　Ignoring his sister, Jing Xiaoran picked her up and kissed her face again: "Haha, great! Great!"

　　Jing Xiaoran's younger sister, Jing Xiaoxiao, suffers from congenital heart disease. This congenital heart disease is very common, but surgery is required for a radical cure.. The cost of com's operation is a lot of money for Jing Xiaoran, a not wealthy family.

　　This kind of surgery is best done between the ages of 2 to 8 years old. The earlier it is completed, the better the prognosis for the patient. Over this age, even if the operation is performed, the effect is not good.

　　In the previous life, due to family financial reasons, even if her parents had both worked several jobs at the same time, even if she sold the house, Jing Xiaoxiao's surgery was delayed until she was 10 years old. However, the results of the surgery at that time were already very poor, and because of the sequelae of the surgery. Influenced, Jing Xiaoxiao's physical condition is very poor.

　　As she gets older, Jing Xiaoxiao's heart becomes more and more unable to bear the burden of her body, her quality of life becomes extremely poor, and she becomes a frequent visitor to the hospital.

　　This is the regret of the whole family, and even more the regret of Jing Xiaoran. He chose to study medicine in university, mostly because of his younger sister.

　　Now he is born again, back when he was 17 years old, his sister Jing Xiaoxiao is only 7 years old! As long as the operation is completed as soon as possible, the tragedy of that sister may be avoided.

　　"Study medicine...doctor...patient..." Jing Xiaoran was silent when he thought of this.

　　For his sister, he chose to study medicine in his previous life. He wanted to help his sister out of trouble.

　　But even so, the meager wages made him watch his sister in pain in the hospital bed, and even died suddenly because of working for 48 hours.

　　The ancients said that those who are not close to Buddha cannot be doctors, and those who are not close to immortals cannot be doctors.

　　"Do you still want to be a doctor?"

　　Jing Xiaoran once loved this profession deeply. He was willing to go to the emergency department where no one wanted to go, and he was willing to accept difficult patients who no one wanted to accept.

　　But now, the reborn Jing Xiaoran shouted in his heart.

　　"I really don't want to be a doctor!"