"We broke up." Cao Muxue said suddenly.

"Ah!" I was stunned.

"I'm really sad, we have been together for three years!" Cao Muxue cried.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." I was a little panicked.

"We have been together since we were in school. At that time, I felt that he was the person who understood me best, but now, now..." Cao Muxue cried very sadly.

I reached out and took the tissue paper lying on the bedside and handed it over: "We were arguing, maybe he will come back to you in a while." I comforted.

"You don't understand! It's impossible for me and him." Cao Muxue wiped her tears with a piece of paper: "The distance between us is getting farther and farther. We always quarrel, endless quarrels, I am really tired!"

"What does your boyfriend do?" I asked.

"I'm a graduate student." Cao Muxue replied timidly.

"Why did we break up?" I asked again.

"I can't see the future. My parents have always opposed us being together. I have been insisting, but I can't hold on anymore. I feel that we have no future." Cao Muxue's tears kept flowing out.

When you are in love, you are also broken up. Stories like this happen every day. I don’t know what to say to Cao Muxue. I know that it is useless to say anything. Three years of emotional investment cannot be comforted by me with just a few words. I simply

I closed my mouth, knowing that Cao Muxue just wanted to find someone to talk to.

"Have you ever been lovelorn?" Cao Muxue suddenly asked.

"Me?" I was silent for a moment: "Of course I have." I thought of Qinqin.

"Are you sad?" Cao Muxue asked again.

"Of course." I nodded.

"Do you still love her?" Cao Muxue asked next.

"Forget about me, let's talk about you. Do you really plan to break up with your boyfriend?" I didn't want to talk about this topic, so I asked.

"I don't know..." That's how women are, coming up with an idea for a while. A few minutes ago, Cao Muxue said she had broken up with her boyfriend, but now she's not sure again.

"Talk to him carefully. There is no difficulty that cannot be overcome. As long as you still want to be together, nothing else is a problem." I said.

Cao Muxue stopped talking again. She was stunned and didn't know what to think. Little girls are like this. They ignore their emotions and ignore them. It's very irrational.

"Go take a hot bath and have a good sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow." I smiled.

"You speak so lightly, do you think I'm ridiculous?" Cao Muxue raised her head and said angrily.

"No, no, actually everyone is the same. Emotions are not something that outsiders can see well. You have to make your own decision." I waved my hand.

"You men are all the same, selfish! Unloving!" Cao Muxue said bitterly, stood up, opened the door and walked out, then closed the door tightly!

I smiled bitterly and shook my head. A woman in love is unreasonable.

Early the next morning, I just walked to the outpatient hall. From outside the hospital gate, an ambulance drove in quickly with its siren on. Following the ambulance, it stopped outside the outpatient gate and took out a pair of

The stretcher, the stretcher passed by me, I took a look and saw a boy lying on the stretcher. The child was covered with a sheet, only a small face was exposed. The child was about six or seven years old, his eyes were closed tightly, and his face was very expressionless.

The child was pale and there was blood on his face.

The stretcher went directly to the emergency room. Two adults, a man and a woman, followed the stretcher. The man held the child's little hand tightly, and the woman looked a little nervous.

There were often patients brought in by ambulances like this. I was used to it, so I went directly to the Chinese medicine clinic without looking at them.

About an hour later, Dr. Diao suddenly appeared in my clinic. Dr. Diao's face was not very good. He came in and said to me directly: "Xiao Chen, come with me."

I stood up and asked, "Is something wrong, Dean?"

"Go to the consultation." Dean Diao said.

I followed Director Diao to the inpatient department, and then directly to the intensive care unit. There were two policemen standing outside the intensive care unit. Director Diao led me into the intensive care unit. There were already several doctors in the intensive care unit.

The president was also there, and everyone gathered around the hospital bed and seemed to be discussing something.

"Xiao Chen is here." Dean Peng saw me and greeted me.

"Dean Peng." I nodded to Director Peng, and then I looked at the hospital bed. I immediately recognized that there was a child lying on the hospital bed. It was the child I had seen brought in by ambulance in the morning.

boy.

"President, this child's other conditions are fine. It's just this arm that's troublesome!" I know the doctor who spoke is the director of surgery at the People's Hospital and the first surgeon in this hospital. His surname is An.

"Doctor An, is the child's condition stable now?" Dean Diao asked.

"Fortunately, I just took morphine and fell asleep." Dr. An replied.

"Xiao Chen, this child was brought here this morning. He was abused by his stepmother. He was tied up and beaten for more than two hours. He was covered in injuries and was beaten unconscious before he was brought here. What a beast, how did he get rid of it!" Diao!

The dean said and sighed.

I suddenly felt a rush of fire in my heart. How could a stepmother beat her child like that?

"Dean Diao, this child's bones are fine. Doctor Chen probably won't be able to do anything if he comes." Dr. An said.

"I am just holding out hope. Let Xiao Chen take a look and maybe there will be a solution." Dean Diao explained.

"Well, Dr. Chen, this child's left arm is basically necrotic because he was tied up for a long time. We are discussing whether to amputate it. Please take a look." Dr. An introduced, and then sighed.

I walked over and opened the quilt on the child. The clothes on the child had been taken off. The little body was covered in bruises and bruises. It looked like they had been beaten with a stick or something. The child had bleeding and bruises under his skin.

A lot, and some parts were beaten

The incision was made, and several bandages were tied on the child's body. My eyes fell on the child's left arm. The entire small forearm of the child's left arm was purple-black, with obvious signs of necrosis. The child's fingers were swollen.

The fingertips were black and the whole forearm was swollen.

There was a painful expression on the child's face. Although he was asleep, the corners of his mouth would twitch from time to time, and then his little body would twitch. It was obvious that he was very scared in his dream.

The child was receiving an infusion, and the needle was inserted into the child's right arm.

"How is it?" Dean Diao asked.

I put my hand on the child's left arm, pressed it slowly, and then turned it left and right, up and down.

"Dr. Chen, we have already conducted a consultation on the child. The preliminary result is that the child's arm cannot be saved. If the arm is not amputated, the condition will continue to worsen and may be life-threatening." Dr. An said softly.

At this time, a woman suddenly rushed in from outside the ward. After entering the door, she rushed directly to the child's bed. She only glanced at the child and immediately covered her mouth and knelt on the ground. The woman knelt in front of the hospital bed and held the child's little hand.

My whole body was shaking.

A man and two policemen followed the woman. The man lowered his head and said nothing.

Suddenly the woman let go of the child's hand, stood up and slapped the man hard on the face: "You! What have you done!" The woman suppressed herself from crying. Her entire face was distorted and her eyes were red.

Gritting teeth.

The man didn't dare to move even after being beaten, he just lowered his head and said nothing.

"Doctor! Doctor!" The woman grabbed Dr. An's arm and said, "Doctor, is my child okay?"

"Are you the child's mother?" Dr. An asked.

"I'm his mother. If you have anything to say, just tell me." The child's mother glared at the man next to her and said.

"Come out with me for a moment." Dr. An sighed.

The woman followed Dr. An out, and the man and the two policemen also followed. After a while, the woman's wailing started, and then there was the sound of violent fighting. We hurried out to take a look. Outside the corridor, the woman was dying.

While the man was fighting, the two policemen were pulling the woman away.

"If the child's arm is gone, I will kill you!" the woman screamed and cried.

The man squatted on the ground holding his head and let his ex-wife fight.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt uncomfortable in my heart. The emotional entanglement between adults has nothing to do with the children. It makes me feel very uncomfortable that the children have to suffer for nothing.

I lowered my head in thought and slowly walked back to the ward. I am a doctor and it is my duty to treat patients. Although I am also very angry, the most important thing now is to find a way to save the child's arm.

I walked slowly in the ward. In fact, I thought of a treatment method, but I was not sure. The child's arm was almost necrotic. If I wanted to recover, I needed to take risks. Why does Western medicine amputation? It is because of the fear of complications and necrosis.

The child's arm is poisonous. Once the poison flows back into the body, the consequences will be more serious. If you want to treat the child's arm, you must prevent the toxin from entering the body. This is a dilemma. Either amputate and save life, or save the arm, but

Will be life-threatening!

"Xiao Chen, do you have any ideas?" Dean Diao stood behind me at some point and asked in a low voice.

"Dean! I want to talk to the patient's family." I said.

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The child's mother calmed down a bit and sat across from me.

"Sister, if a child is so young, he must not be without arms. You must also mean the same thing," I said.

"I'm sorry for my child, doctor, what should I do?" the child's mother said with tears.

"I can give it a try, but I need your permission. I have a treatment plan, but it may be a little risky." I said slowly.

"What kind of risk?" the child's mother asked.

"If it fails, the child may not be able to save his entire arm." I told the truth.

"Ah! Then...is there any other way?" The child's mother hesitated.

I shook my head: "Either amputate now..."
Chapter completed!