Chapter 780: [780] Doctors cannot surrender first Chapter 780: [780] Doctors cannot surrender first “Which bed is the patient in?” asked Tao Zhijie.
Xie Wanying’s gaze fell upon little Yangyang sitting on the sofa in the room and said, “Patient in bed 20.”
It was his mother. The doctor sister was about to say something about his mother. Yangyang’s little heart was thumping rapidly, and he nervously touched his chest with his small hand.
Tao Zhijie had little Yangyang sit down and allowed his junior sister to speak, “Go ahead.”
If the junior sister had to deliver bad news, she definitely wouldn’t say it in front of the child; it must be good news.
“Senior Tao, can we do another echocardiogram for the patient in bed 20? I suspect her condition cannot rule out a cardiac source. Some of her clinical indicators don’t quite match liver ascites,” said Xie Wanying. “The inferior vena cava angiography should be done too. Even if she is to be discharged, it’s only when we are clear on the issue and the medication matches the cause that the patient can truly start to recover.”
“We didn’t neglect the inferior vena cava angiography; it was arranged, but her family suddenly said they wouldn’t go through with it,” added Gong Xiangbin.
“If the family is worried about the cost, we can explain things to them clearly. Diagnosing the cause correctly means targeted medication later, which won’t waste money,” Xie Wanying said.
The family members lost faith in the treatment, feeling that no matter how the patient was treated in the hospital, there was no improvement, and it was just a waste of money. They were considering simply letting the patient go home to await her death.
Gong Xiangbin sighed. It didn’t seem right to talk about waiting for death in front of the child.
It was understandable for the family, not knowledgeable in medicine, to lose faith, but the doctors couldn’t afford to lose hope first. Upon thinking this, Xie Wanying said firmly, “Doctors are warriors; we cannot be the first to declare surrender.”
Her words were profoundly moving.
Tao Zhijie couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
Those under him couldn’t help but stare at her after hearing her words.
“You–” Gong Xiangbin held his head, thinking that she wasn’t wrong. He indeed was close to losing faith.
“Do you have the medical records?” Tao Zhijie reached out his hand to his junior sister, who always had suggestions.
Seeing Senior Tao’s interest, Xie Wanying hurriedly handed over the medical records of bed 20 for Senior Tao to examine.
Sitting next to the doctor, Yangyang was cautiously observing the expression of every doctor present, his little nostrils breathing rapidly: What would happen to his mom next? He hoped the doctors could save her.
“Bring the family members over for another talk. We’ve used some cardiovascular drugs before, and the effect was quite good,” Tao Zhijie suggested as he reviewed the patient’s previous treatment plan and medical records.
“She’s a hepatitis B patient; it’s not likely to be purely a cardiac issue,” He Guangyou added cautiously, stressing that even if it were cardiac related, it wouldn’t matter. Liver cirrhosis was inevitable, and the patient would just have to wait for a liver transplant eventually.
Tao Zhijie had undoubtedly considered this problem already, otherwise, he wouldn’t have suggested discharging the patient at the family’s request. From a purely medical perspective, without an available liver transplant, Yangyang’s mom was ultimately facing a dead-end.
However, Xie Wanying thought differently and said, “Alleviate the symptoms step by step, give her time. Every second a patient lives has meaning. That’s where a doctor’s value lies.”
“Right, I will be with my mom, and by that time, I’ll have grown up too,” Yangyang, although not understanding the medical jargon, agreed with the sister’s words just now.
For patients with seemingly set death sentences, the pressure is immense, both for the family and the doctors. Just like Xie Wanying said, sometimes doctors begin treating a patient only to lose confidence themselves.