My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 975: Chapter 959: Don’t Want to Live, Insisting on Death Chapter 975: Chapter 959: Don’t Want to Live, Insisting on Death Eventually, someone from that side found him and asked if he was willing to raise the child.

Without a second thought, Gao Peng agreed.

The child was still young and wouldn’t remember anything.

They would take good care of her, and perhaps she could look after them in their old age.

When he brought the child home, he thought he might have to persuade his mother a bit more, but surprisingly, his mother took a great liking to the child.

She doted on her all day long, buying her nice clothes and toys, just as she had done for her own grandson before, and the presence of the child brought more laughter into the household.

Of course, his mother no longer thought about retrieving the other child.

This also meant that they no longer had any ties with those people, and from then on, they would lead separate lives without any further contact.

Of course, Yuxin was not aware of this, and neither had Gu Ning mentioned it.

Perhaps even Gu Ning didn’t know how Wang Zitan had managed to settle the matter.

After all, the way it was handled was a private affair of Wang Zitan’s family and none of their business.

And it was better for them not to know too much for fear of overthinking.

Yuxin already had enough on her mind.

The dean, Zhu, had granted her half a month’s leave as if she was a superhuman at work.

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Previously she would perform surgery every two days, but now they were eager to schedule her for up to ten surgeries a day, as long as she could still stand, she was expected to be on the operating table.

As for what Yuxin thought about this?

Honestly, she didn’t really have any particular thoughts about it.

Actually, she wanted to perform more surgeries to see if the sensory abilities of her hands had improved.

Some things required experience and certainly needed to be done by oneself.

Now that she knew the exceptional capabilities of her hands, using them for surgeries not only increased her success rate but also cut down the operation time by at least half compared to before.

This greatly reduced the postoperative trauma for the patients, making their recovery easier, and importantly, reduced the occurrence of complications and the onset of other conditions.

However, this method of hers was not something just anyone could use.

Other doctors had sought her advice, but this knowledge could only be understood intuitively and not conveyed explicitly.

And this tacit understanding required decades of experience in traditional Chinese medicine, not to mention decades of experience in Western medical surgery, which was not easily achieved.

Therefore, her method was unique to her and only she knew how to use it.

Even the most precise instruments could not match the effectiveness of her skilled hands.

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“Dr.

Tang, everything’s ready on that end.

How about you?”

The nurse came to inform Tang Yuxin about an accident victim rushed in for immediate surgery and several patients with brain hemorrhages in critical condition who might require her to operate personally.

“I’ll be right there,” Tang Yuxin said as she put on her mask and swiftly followed the nurse.

What awaited her might well be another highly challenging surgery.

In the operating room, the patient’s hair had been shaved off, a clear indication of a severe brain hemorrhage, with the volume of bleeding being very significant.

She took some time to look over the patient’s examination reports, studying the bleeding points in the brain.

As she examined these reports, she also placed her hands on the patient’s head, feeling the changes in the cerebral blood flow.

After a while, she could feel that the bleeding had increased, which was somewhat different from the examination results.

But that was to be expected since a patient’s condition could change every second.

“Dr.

Tang, will you be performing a craniotomy?” one of the assistants asked Tang Yuxin.

Whether it would be a major craniotomy or a minimally invasive surgery was something she would only determine now.

“Craniotomy.”

Tang Yuxin set aside the medical report in her hands, and had the nurses set up for the preoperative equipment.

Despite calling it a craniotomy, the actual procedure would be much less invasive than the initially planned one, reducing trauma significantly.

Of course, it sufficed to open just one side.

Only after the patient’s wound had been stitched up did Tang Yuxin remove her gloves and mask; the surgery was a great success.

Although the trauma was not as minimal as a minimally invasive surgery, it was still one of the smallest incisions possible in a craniotomy, which was very advantageous for the patient’s postoperative recovery.

She had just walked out of the operating room when a nurse came to find her.

“Dr.

Tang, you need to come quickly; there’s a pesticide poisoning case.”

“Pesticide poisoning?”

Tang Yuxin frowned.

Why were there still cases of pesticide poisoning these days?

Even if someone intended to commit suicide, couldn’t they choose another method?

Although she was exhausted, she followed the nurse quickly.

When she arrived, several doctors and nurses were already there, all trying to think if there was any other possible solution, but they couldn’t come up with anything.

“Dr.

Tang is here.”

A nurse with sharp eyes had spotted Tang Yuxin.

Tang Yuxin picked up a pair of gloves and put them on before walking in, where she then saw a young man lying inside—a very young man, probably in his early twenties?

“What kind of pesticide was it?”

She asked the relatives by his side.

The family members were stumbling over words, unable to articulate their thoughts clearly.

This was a student from Beijing University; he had always been doing well, but one day, suddenly, the school called to inform them that their child was hospitalized and they needed to come immediately.

They traveled overnight by car to get here, but upon arrival, they found their child in this condition.

The doctors said the child had ingested pesticide and had his stomach pumped, but it wasn’t enough to cure him.

They suggested transferring the child to the main hospital, arguing that the facilities and medical conditions were better here, and if he couldn’t be cured at this location, then there really was nowhere else to go.

That’s why they brought their child here.

However, the solemn expression on the doctor’s face caused their hearts to sink even further, unable to find peace, engulfed by nervousness, and even despair.

Tang Yuxin looked at the couple who seemed to be from the countryside, with simplicity and grief written on both of their faces.

She shook her head.

Really…

How could there be such children in this world, and such pitiful parents?

Every time she encountered such cases, her heart ached, for she would invariably remember her own past life.

Perhaps her father had shown a similar expression, experiencing the grief of a parent burying a child, and she, like a self-destructive daughter.

And what’s with today’s youth?

Why, when everything’s going well for them, do they ruin their lives like this?

So many people are desperately fighting to stay alive, yet here they were, not wanting to live, insisting on death.

She had the nurses pull the curtain closed, creating a barrier between the boy and his family.

The work of saving this young man was painful for him, but for his parents, it was nothing short of cruel.