Chapter 286 Enduring Alone

"But Professor Lewis's treatment did not make any significant progress, and he had to go back to work at the university. The doctor fell into complete depression and lost 10 pounds in more than a month."

"What happened next?" Zhang Wenwen's palms were slightly sweaty, so he put his hands on his legs and wiped them a little with his pants.

"Later, the change came from the patient's phone call and video. The doctor finally smiled and shed tears, the kind of tears of being saved. He finally understood that what he did was the right, happy, and best thing for the person who lost his legs under his scalpel.

Nothing can save this doctor better than the feedback from the patient.

Two or three years later, he has increasingly understood what this type of surgery means to those patients.

There is good news, I think I should tell you clearly now, so that you may not have to endure the doubts and torture we have experienced.

For more than 20 years since this operation, all the feedback we have received is good. You may even think that these patients' recovery ability is just like the heroes in the Marvel world.

For example, you will find that wow, this guy is Wolverine, because he can actually use crutches to take videos for us on his mobile phone the day after the amputation surgery. Amazing adaptability and recovery, completely different from ordinary surgical patients."

After Dr. Brown said this, the haze on his face just now faded a little.

"So what should Mr. Tao do? How to tell him that he is not suitable for surgery? It seems that he has made sufficient preparations and is looking forward to success." Zhang Wenwen began to worry about Tao Qian. Perhaps it was out of sympathy for some compatriots. Zhang Wenwen felt a little regretful. Maybe Tao Qian would be very disappointed and very frustrated. He just looked so weak. "By the way." Zhang Wenwen suddenly thought, "Is this patient no longer able to walk? He and the wheelchair seem so harmonious. I mean, he looks like a very experienced disabled person. I know it's not polite to describe it this way, but do you understand what I mean?" Dr. Brown nodded, with a faint smile on his lips. He said, "I understand what you mean. In fact, many patients are more accustomed to being disabled, but few come to receive surgery directly in a wheelchair, because most people still live with the crowd. Everyone knows that you have healthy legs and will not allow you to sit in a wheelchair easily. This means that you have brought more trouble and trouble to other people in the family. Things that you could do by yourself now need your wife to do for you. The housework that you could help the family with, after sitting in a wheelchair, this part of the work is pressed on other family members. on the shoulders of family members.

No one wants to take on extra work, right? At home or in the company. So most people, although they have recognized themselves as disabled for many years, still try to live like normal people.

But this Mr. Tao is very unusual. I feel the same as you. He seems to be completely accustomed to living with that wheelchair. And it is not an ordinary wheelchair. This wheelchair is specially customized with many wonderful functions. It is just like a small convertible mobile castle. "

Although Zhang Wenwen's feelings are not as profound as Dr. Brown, he did realize that this wheelchair is not an ordinary wheelchair. This reminds Zhang Wenwen of Hawking's wheelchair. There are always people joking, "I really don't know whether it is the wheelchair or Hawking who is talking to the world."

What is going on with this Tao Qian?

Zhang Wenwen's worries soon became a real trouble. Tao Qian was very angry and even thought that the people here lacked professionalism. Unlike the gentle and philosopher-like temperament when they first met a day ago, Tao Qian in the afternoon looked like a soldier on the battlefield, and the kind of soldier with an extremely hot temper.

"I don't think there is any problem with my surgery. I have long regarded myself as a disabled person. I wrote it very clearly in my medical self-report. When I was very young, probably in elementary school, I didn't like my legs. I thought they were redundant. Then, when I grew up and had financial strength and studied, I knew that this problem was not a dilemma faced by me alone. There are many people like me in the world. Some of them got help, while others didn't. For those who didn't get help, their lives will never get better."

Tao Qian's words are hard to refute, because his pain and despair are completely between the lines, in his furrowed brows and eyes flashing with tears.

Oh my God, he is so fragile and helpless.

This matter is actually very easy to understand in reverse. It is understandable that a person is panicked, angry, and in pain because he knows that he is going to be amputated. However, this person is angry because he can't amputate. This matter always seems to be full of contradictions in the minds of normal people.

Dr. Brown is very experienced. He leaned against the wall and let Tao Qian vent his emotions.

After Tao Qian calmed down, Dr. Brown pulled Zhang Wenwen out of the room.

Dr. Brown said, "I am really confused now. If only Professor Lewis were here, I have no idea what is happening. Let's go have a drink. It's morning, but I really want to have one." Zhang Wenwen nodded. It is not difficult to find a drink in Bangkok during the day.

They each ordered a beer with a large portion of corn chips.

Dr. Brown gulped down half a cup, but Zhang Wenwen didn't drink a single sip.

"I really think it's too difficult. Fortunately, we carefully re-evaluated according to the test results, because his reaction just now is completely unlike that of a BIID patient." Dr. Brown took a deep breath. "You don't know, if this knife goes down, a few hours later, we may face a lawsuit that is bound to lose. I just feel like I escaped from the gates of hell."

"Why do you say that?" Zhang Wenwen was completely confused.

"Because, although BIID patients are determined, they will not become very angry because they are not allowed to have surgery. We have never seen such a degree of anger. They should be sad and think, is that the only way?

Most of their lives are spent in compromise and hiding. The existence of BIID makes them feel ashamed and a kind of quirk that is difficult to talk about, especially not knowing that their brain functions may be different from those of ordinary people.

There are also some patients who hate their own thoughts because of their beliefs. They are often sad and miserable. They hide, hide, and endure silently alone.