Chapter 427 If You Lose Control of Your Life

"So a psychosomatic doctor can be invincible as long as he has a good tongue?" Fang Ming said coldly.

"That's not right, but I have to say that what you said is not wrong. However, language itself is an art and a science, such as "Linguistics", "Semantics", "Pragmatics", "General Linguistics", "Cognitive Linguistics", "Language, Truth and Logic", "Phonetics and Phonology", "Syntax". There are also Chomsky's "Thoughts and Ideals", "Chinese Morphology", "Representation and Meaning", and "Statistics in Language Research". "

Fang Ming looked at Mu Chun as if it was an infinite loop player. If he didn't press the pause button, he would keep talking.

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat." Fang Ming raised his hands above his head and surrendered. "I admit it, I found out that I really am a person who can't talk."

Fang Ming sighed after he finished speaking.

Mu Chun also stopped, walked behind Fang Ming and gently closed the door of the outpatient room.

"You shouldn't be so cautious." Fang Ming laughed and felt a little better.

"Well, I think before listening to a rising surgical star in the sea city talking about his worries, it is better to isolate him and not let other people hear him. If a patient passes by and hears that a surgeon has no confidence in himself, he may lose confidence in his own treatment." Mu Chun said, and also made a cup of coffee for Fang Ming, thinking that Fang Ming would need it.

"Thank you." Fang Ming reached out to take the coffee. I don't know if the cup was a little hot or what, but Mu Chun found that Fang Ming's hands were shaking slightly.

"Fang Ming." Mu Chun blurted out.

Fang Ming realized that Mu Chun was talking about his hand shaking problem, and hurriedly shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry, it's a problem in your heart."

"That's right." Mu Chun said.

Looking at Fang Ming's thoughtful face, Mu Chun could also guess what was going on.

Fang Ming blew on the coffee again and again, and swallowed it back several times when he wanted to speak.

Obviously Fang Ming wanted to talk, but didn't know how to start.

When patients want to talk again but don't know how to start, psychosomatic therapists can definitely help them.

Mu Chun roughly knew what Fang Ming was worried about recently. Fang Ming had already told Mu Chun about it after he admitted patients to Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center last time. Now Mu Chun's mind was filled with words that made it difficult for him to relax, [pancreatic cancer], [professor], [time is tight].

Mu Chun decided to get straight to the point, so he said, "Is there any change in the professor's condition?"

Fang Ming looked at Mu Chun gratefully, "I didn't expect you to still remember it. I thought..."

Mu Chun smiled slightly, and Fang Ming also smiled. Mu Chun sighed, "Anyone who heard about that would be worried, so I also remembered it, but I didn't remember it very clearly. It's been a few days. How is the professor's condition now?"

Fang Ming shook his head, "It's impossible for a miracle to happen. Our work is so unreasonable. Although there is no such thing as an absolute miracle in medicine, most of the time we always know how the disease will develop, right?"

Mu Chun nodded. The work of surgery does require this kind of certainty.

This kind of certainty is needed in formulating treatment, diagnosing the condition and performing surgery. If everything is uncertain, how can we talk about treatment?

There are some exceptions in the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine. Sometimes, the entire process of treatment, from the beginning to the end of treatment, may be constantly changing, lacking obvious certainty, but this does not mean that treatment cannot be carried out.

This is not the case in surgery. It is not allowed to say that there are surgical indications or not. Everything must be as clear as possible, for the doctor, the patient and the family members.

Only then can it be guaranteed that the surgery is reasonable, the treatment is meaningful, and the family members are taking care of the patient in an orderly manner in a way that is useful to the patient's body.

"The doctor should really know how the disease will develop, and basically have a clear mind." Mu Chun said.

Fang Ming turned the cup and said, "But sometimes the patient may not understand. Although the professor himself was a doctor, he still has some luck in this matter."

"It is human nature to have luck." Mu Chun said.

"Well, I know, I think I know, I just didn't handle this matter well." Fang Ming said with some annoyance.

It happened last night. The professor invited Fang Ming to dinner. He said that since we haven't seen each other for a long time, we should not only focus on the illness, but also talk about other fun things, such as what fun things are there at work, and whether there are plans to study abroad. The professor said he can help arrange it.

But every time he talked about topics related to the future, the professor's good mood would come to an abrupt end. Then, seeing that Fang Ming didn't say a word, he began to comfort Fang Ming, "It's okay, you see, theoretical physicist Richard Feynman's life was also amazing. Not only did he achieve great results in theoretical physics, but he was also a pioneer in the field of quantum computing. In addition, he helped investigate the Challenger space shuttle accident. He was also a knowledge imparter who was keen on imparting the fun of physics to the younger generation and wrote the "Feynman Lectures on Physics" that influenced generations of students.

I remember I once taught a student. In the first class of the semester, the student raised his hand and asked me, "Is medicine more amazing or physics?"

I really couldn't laugh or cry at the time. "

"Yes, I remember it." Fang Ming certainly remembered that student. He was also sitting below in that class. The student who raised his hand to ask the professor a question was named Wang Hao. This question was not a weird one. This Wang Hao was The most amazing thing I did during college was to use a bunch of materials from the laboratory to make a high-energy electromagnetic gun in the dormitory, and also made the high-energy electromagnetic gun sing an ode to joy.

In the end, classmate Wang Hao's dream came true, he gave up medicine, and got into MIT with his terrifying intelligence and admirable physical strength. I'm probably still studying for a Ph.D. now, so it's about the fifth year of my Ph.D.

Fang Ming understood why the professor mentioned Feynman's example. It was because one day after Feynman retired, he followed his friend's example of running. After returning home from the run, he found something was wrong with his body, and there was a very obvious lump in his abdomen.

Feynman was very calm and sensitive. He went to the hospital for examination the next day. The story with the professor was somewhat imaginary, and he immediately went to the hospital for examination when he noticed something was wrong.

The results of the examination were not satisfactory. The physicist who became a household name after Einstein and Bohr suffered from cancer.

Even more unfortunately, Feynman suffered from two rare cancers in his later years, namely liposarcoma and macroglobulinemia. Finally, after battling cancer for ten years, Feynman passed away in Los Angeles at the age of 69.

The professor's story about Feynman actually focused not on the two cancers he unfortunately contracted, but on the fact that Feynman lived for at least ten years.

Fang Ming chose a Chinese restaurant. The professor had not returned to China for many years. Although there were Chinese restaurants abroad, the Chinese food tasted more authentic when he returned home.

When the professor has a good appetite, eating some food he likes is an important purpose that Fang Ming can think of for the two of them to have dinner together last night.

The professor indeed ordered a lot of dishes, such as shredded eel in oil, sweet and sour ribs, boiled prawns, taro with scallion, braised pork with pickled vegetables, braised crucian carp, shepherd's purse tofu soup, white chopped chicken and a little warm rice wine.

"Is it too oily?" Fang Ming asked.

"Well, it's indeed very oily, but this is Yuanhai. This is the kind of dish that is made in Yuanhai. The thick oily red sauce is so delicious that you can't forget it." The professor said.

It seemed to Fang Ming that the professor's eyes were very bright. Because he had not yet suffered from severe jaundice, the professor's skin color was not much different from that of a normal person. If he hadn't been told that he was a seriously ill patient, other people in the restaurant probably wouldn't have been able to tell.

"Let's eat today. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Fang Ming raised his cup and poured a sip of hot rice wine from the teacher's small wine bottle into his own transparent cup.

"Ah, yes, I also want to ask about other students' subsequent situations. You should all have good development." The professor seemed to be in a good mood.

In Fang Ming's impression, the professor has always been very insightful. He is a powerful, decisive person who can implement many ideas based on his own ideas.

Such people are not only suitable for the scientific research circle, but also are very comfortable in the business world even if they are engaged in business.

In fact, Fang Ming himself is also such a person, brave, powerful, decisive, with good control and perseverance.

Medical students originally need to be more tolerant and have to study hard during their studies. After internship and just entering the hospital, they need to have good physical fitness to cope with the overburdened hospital work.

It can be regarded as heroes cherishing each other. Fang Ming admired the professor's qualities from the bottom of his heart.

The two chatted about some memories of their school days and how deceptive the layout of the school’s restaurant was. Fang Ming said, “Has the professor discovered that our school’s restaurant is really unique? When I went to the cafeteria for the first time, Someone told me that our school has a Western restaurant. I was very happy. I thought that I would eat a piece of steak because I had to work so hard. If I start dissecting, I might not be interested in the bloody meat. It is better to replenish my physical strength before that.

Then I went to look for the Western restaurant. I walked all the way to the small auditorium in the east but still couldn't find the Western restaurant. I went back to the dormitory unhappy and asked my roommate. My roommate made a joke and I said, eh? Fang Ming, how do you go east to the Western Restaurant? The Western Restaurant is of course on the west side of the school, behind the Western Basketball Court.

The next day I walked honestly to the Western Basketball Court. I walked for a while carrying a thermos bottle and saw a Chinese restaurant. I thought, our school has good food and there are several restaurants with a lot of Chinese and Western flavors. , then I walked for a while and saw a very small restaurant called Nan Restaurant.

At that time, I panicked, wondering if there was an east restaurant in this Chinese restaurant, a men's restaurant, then this western restaurant might not be a place to eat steak at all, but a restaurant on the west side. "

The professor laughed heartily after hearing this, and he could not tell that he was a patient at all.

"I'm just like you. I was very troubled when I first arrived at medical school. I was young at that time and liked to eat Western food. I walked and walked and saw the North Restaurant. When I saw the North Restaurant, I understood that Western food The restaurant must mean Western, but the mutton steamed buns in the Western restaurant taste pretty good. I really want to try it. Do you think there is a chance to go there in the future? Let’s go to school for a walk next time. It’s too cold now and the school is also It’s time for vacation. Let’s wait until late autumn to see the ginkgo trees all over the ground. It must be very beautiful. The golden campus is so nostalgic.”

After hearing what the professor said, Fang Ming probably understood what he meant, so he said in a strange way, "Ah, there are no absolutes in everything. Maybe there will be a chance."

Fang Ming didn't notice anything at that time, but he seemed to vaguely hear the teacher sigh for a moment, and then the conversation between the two stopped for a while.

Only then did Fang Ming realize that he might have said something wrong. The professor was a doctor and he knew very well what the doctor meant. The professor must have thought that Fang Ming meant that this disease should be insurmountable.

The professor later asked Fang Ming if he had read a book titled "When Breath Becomes Air". The author of this book, Paul Kalanithi, was no longer around when the readers read his book. Human world. Paul received a double degree in English Literature and Human Biology from Stanford University in the United States, a master's degree in the history and philosophy of science from the University of Cambridge in the United Kingdom, and a doctorate in medicine from Yale University in the United States with honors. He will soon be awarded the position of professor of surgery at Stanford School of Medicine. Host your own research lab. That year, Paul, who was about to reach the peak of his life, was suddenly diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. Since then, he began to record the rest of his life as a doctor and a patient, reflecting on medical care and human nature.

The professor said that Paul did not give up life, nor his work as a neurologist. He lived hard and strong until the last moment, and wrote down all his feelings and insights.

Like Feynman, Feynman once said that in those painful moments, when helping someone solve their mathematical difficulties, he would devote himself wholeheartedly to thinking about the problem, what illness or pain he had during that time, He forgot all about fear.

During that time, Feynman was a completely normal person.

Why did the professor tell these stories, why did he invite Fang Ming to the restaurant for dinner, and why did he ask Fang Ming if we would go back to campus together in autumn to see the fallen ginkgo trees.

After returning home, Fang Ming tossed and turned in bed, feeling more and more uneasy. He always felt that his answer might be too imprudent, but he didn't know how to answer at that time.

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After listening to Fang Ming's account carefully, Muchun fully understood why Fang Ming left his post without permission during working hours today and went to the Psychosomatic Hospital to "see a doctor."

"I kept thinking, did I say something wrong?" Fang Ming frowned and sighed.

"You just answered the professor according to what a doctor should say. There is no need to feel sad about it." Mu Chun replied.

Fang Ming shook his head, "Is this really the case?"

"Yes, how should surgeons answer such questions from patients? This is a very troublesome matter and there is no accurate answer, so everyone will have a relatively unified method. Although it may not be perfect, it is usually correct. Method." Muchun comforted.

"Indeed, there is such a method. I have never learned it in books, nor have any teachers taught it to me. It's just that I have been in the hospital and the department for a long time, and I have seen more patients and dealt with more conditions. After hearing and seeing what the seniors did, they gradually developed their own methods. Over time, when they noticed similar questions, they would answer them in that way.

However, this time I was not in the hospital, I was not wearing a white coat, and the professor was not wearing a patient uniform. Why couldn't I think differently. "

Fang Ming hugged his head in annoyance.

Muchun asked again, "Did anything else happen last night? Or this morning?"

Hearing what Mu Chun said, Fang Ming almost panicked. He didn't want to say anything. He just wanted to ask Mu Chun if he had done something wrong, or Fang Ming just wanted someone to tell him. There is nothing wrong with telling the truth about your condition.

How did Muchun know something else happened?

This man, I really want to see what he is made of.

"Indeed, something happened that was unexpected, and it seems that I can't do anything about it except lamenting that it was unexpected." Fang Ming was frustrated.

"The professor left?" Muchun asked.

"How did you know? Did you go to the Zhinan Affiliation this morning? Or did your patient Bai Lu tell you? But Bai Lu is not in the surgical ward." Fang Ming was a little dazed.

"This is a very simple reasoning. It's just because of the mist and mist, and because Dr. Fang doesn't know the true face of Mount Lu just because he is in this mountain. After hearing so many things you said about Professor, it can be roughly analyzed as follows: Professor Fang has his own ideas. , In addition, the professor may want to spend the last time of my life and work to the end like Feynman and Paul. Maybe he went back and was not ready to receive treatment, maybe he went to another hospital.

All in all, he is probably no longer affiliated with Zhinan, which is why you are so nervous. "Mu Chun analyzed slowly.

Fang Ming took a deep breath, then stretched his hands forward, leaning against the edge of the table, and nodded with great effort.

"That's right, the teacher is gone. He must have left overnight last night. I haven't checked the surveillance yet. Maybe he left directly from the corridor. He is very independent and extremely demanding on himself. Although He has a very gentle attitude towards many opinions, but in the final analysis he is still a very self-centered teacher." Fang Ming felt helpless.