Qin Songmu and Fang Xiaowan almost held their breath and waited by the corridor on the first floor, staring at the entrance of the stairs.

As the cries grew closer, the people who were traveling through the first floor were avoiding each other. Although the corridor on the first floor was very spacious, like a hall, no one wanted to stop here to watch the excitement.

However, Qin Songmu and Fang Xiaowan did not avoid it because they were the doctors in charge. Fang Xiaowan's face was a little pale and subconsciously took one of Qin Songmu's arm.

Qin Songmu understood her psychology, but in fact she was very nervous. The sad crying and out-of-tune crying were like thunder, which made him and Fang Xiaowan's scalp suddenly.

The corpse-carrying man finally appeared at the entrance of the stairs. The four of them carried a stretcher through the steep stairs, panting. However, when they reached the flat ground, they were much more relaxed. The heart-wrenching cry came from the family members who followed behind the stretcher and stumbled. They were composed of five people in total, most of whom were middle-aged women, so the crying sounded like a chorus, which seemed deafening.

Qin Songmu looked at the stretcher wrapped in white sheets, but he could also guess that the patients below must be the elderly who are at the end of their lives, otherwise there would not be many middle-aged women crying. Most of them were the patients' daughters or daughter-in-laws.

Behind the families who buried the crying, there was a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat. He was Han Qingyuan, the head of the Sixth Division.

Qin Songmu and others carried the corpse and ran out of the door, carrying the stretcher, and then greeted Han Qingyuan-

Fang Xiaowan also walked over—

"Director Qin, are you here?" Han Qingyuan said hello first.

Qin Songmu nodded and pointed to the back of the stretcher: "Are you responsible for the ward?"

"Yes. He has been hospitalized for half a month and his vitality is still tenacious. The family members are suffering from it."

Qin Songmu couldn't help but feel sank after hearing this. The meaning of Han Qingyuan's words showed that if a dying patient cannot die in time, it will be a torture to his family.

He recalled the first time he came to the ward to report, and his ex came out to see him off, so he followed Han Qingyuan out of the door.

Fang Xiaowan followed them without saying a word.

Qin Songmu watched the stretcher run towards the morgue, and a feeling of sadness rose in his heart.

Because he was extremely unfamiliar with the patients and their families, he could not comfort the grief-torn families. He felt very uncomfortable. After taking office, he only inspected three of the six wards. There were still three wards left. It was a matter of no patronage. The first time he was responsible for such a large ward, he was a little overwhelmed. He was really dereliction of duty.

When Han Qingyuan saw that Qin Songmu was still staring at the stretcher and his family members away, he reminded him: "Director Qin, let's go back."

Qin Songmu woke up and glanced at Fang Xiaowan, whose eyes were a little red, then nodded.

Fang Xiaowan was both sad about the scene just now and did not get out of the experience of the small patient in Ward 2, but because Han Qingyuan was by his side, it was not convenient to communicate with Qin Songmu again.

When they took the elevator, Qin Songmu couldn't help but say in surprise: "Why didn't they take the elevator just now? It's so hard to walk the stretcher into the corridor."

Han Qingyuan quickly explained: "This is the previous rule by Director Ran on the corpse-carrying person. Because the elevator is a passage to pick up the patient up, if the corpse is transported down, it will make everyone feel unlucky and even panic."

Qin Songmu was puzzled: "He is also afraid of this? Can't you see how hard it is to carry the corpse? "

Han Qingyuan disagreed: "Our ward has a third floor at the highest level. Some wards are carrying people down the stairs from the sixth and seventh floors. Besides, the corpse-carrying people do this. Their salary is higher than that of us. Are you still afraid of the hard work?"

Qin Songmu felt even more depressed when he heard Han Qingyuan's words. The high income of the corpse-carrying person proved that their business was good in waiting in this ward.

When the elevator passed the second floor, Fang Xiaowan had to get off. However, when she walked out of the elevator, she turned around and stared at Qin Songmu, as if she had something to say.

Qin Songmu understood her thoughts and nodded to her, conveying the meaning that the future is long.

Fang Xiaowan nodded, and finally turned around and left reluctantly.

The elevator continued to run upwards, and when the way was upstairs, it was time for Han Qingyuan to go out.

Qin Songmu thought for a moment and immediately followed Han Qingyuan out of the elevator.

"Director Qin, are you?" Han Qingyuan looked at him in confusion.

Qin Songmu immediately stated: "I want to inspect your wards six."

Han Qingyuan was stunned at first, then nodded: "Okay."

On the way toward the sixth ward, Han Qingyuan took the initiative to introduce to Qin Songmu: "Our sub-wards are all patients with advanced liver cancer and cirrhosis. Especially patients with advanced cirrhosis have severe effusions, so there is a lot of work to pump water."

Qin Songmu's expression was very solemn and asked casually: "How many patients are stored in the six wards?"

"The number of patients changes frequently. Take the current situation as an example. If the patients who left just now are excluded, there are still 43 patients left in our ward. However, the ward of the Oncology Center notified me last night that two patients may join in today. And... "

When Qin Songmu saw that he wanted to speak, he couldn't help asking: "And what?"

At this time, they had already walked into the corridor of the ward on the right side of the stairs. Han Qingyuan lowered his voice: "The patients in ward 6o33 may not survive tonight. He may appear on the list of patients who are not hospitalized tomorrow."

Qin Songmu felt nervous: "What's the situation with that patient?"

"Late stage of cirrhosis."

Qin Songmu suggested without hesitation: "Then you take me to see the patient first?"

Han Qingyuan did not hesitate and nodded immediately: "Well. Come with me."

They bypassed the doctor's office and nursing station, and even had several other wards and headed straight toward the 6o33 ward.

This is a single room. Although there is only one ward display, two simple folding beds are set up on both sides of the bed, proving that the patient is accompanied by at least two people.

In fact, there are already five adult families in this ward. They know that their relatives are already dying, so they wait for the final farewell.

Han Qingyuan was familiar to them, so as soon as he entered the house, two tired men stood up immediately: "Doctor Han is here?"

Han Qingyuan nodded, then pointed to Qin Songmu behind them and introduced to them: "This is the new Director Qin in our ward. He came here to visit your relatives."

"Thank you, Director Qin!"

When those patients heard that Qin Songmu was the new director, they all looked at him with awe.

Qin Songmu could not face the other party's solemn expression and gave them a warm smile, and showed them a condolence-like look: "Thank you for your hard work."

After a brief and heavy greeting, Qin Songmu then focused his attention on the patient-

He was an old man in his seventies, with his skin covered with old spots wrapped around a pile of old bones. This may be the most indecent way to death when he was dead. He was still slightly awake, and when he heard the movements in the ward, he opened his weak eyelids and revealed his dark eyes.

Qin Songmu felt that the old man's eyes were very cunning, which made people get goose bumps. But he didn't care about these things, and his eyes were moist and bent over to stare at the patient whose one foot had stepped into another world.

"Old man, you are a good person. You have been able to fight against the disease for so long and deserve the respect of all of us. You are also happy. You are currently so many relatives who are always guarding you. You should have no regrets."

He didn't know if the old man could understand what he said, so he expressed his sincere respect to the other party. At this stage, he no longer needed to express words of condolences and encouragement, because those were too fake. What he needed to express to the old man at the moment of parting was comfort.

The old man could not answer, and even his head could not move, but he cast a changeable look at Qin Songmu, but he could no longer reflect anything. This was just a reply to Qin Songmu's words.

Qin Songmu used a respectful gaze to connect with the old man's dim gaze. At present, he could only convey the world's reluctance and wishes for the old man to leave the world through a look.

When Qin Songmu said goodbye to the body, he comforted the old man and left the ward.

Han Qingyuan followed out and asked tentatively: "You can sit in our office?"

Qin Songmu shook his head: "Please take me to various wards for a walk. I want to visit the other 42 patients."

Han Qingyuan was stunned at first, then nodded and agreed: "If you don't feel tired, just follow me to go around the wards one by one. Just think we made an exception to check the rounds."

Qin Songmu glanced at him: "Doesn't we conduct routine rounds every day in our ward?"

Han Qingyuan shook his head: "Because most of these patients do not need treatment, this form is not needed at all."

Qin Songmu couldn't help but frowned: "Even if they are helpless, they are still our patients after all, and we need our positive attitude."

Han Qingyuan shrugged: "This is not just the practice of canceling rounds in the sixth wards, but other sub-wards have also adopted the abandonment of rounds. This is the rule set by the old director. You can learn about it from Fang Xiaowan."

Qin Songmu's heart moved, and felt that the other party was keenly aware that Fang Xiaowan was getting very close to him, and her cheeks were burning a little.

However, he thought again that maybe his ex had some reason to cancel the rounds. After all, the patients here are different from other hospitalized patients.

After they were transferred to several wards, they came to the door of ward 6o44.

Han Qingyuan stopped at this time and whispered to Qin Songmu: "There is an old lady in her seventies living in this ward. She has been suffering from liver cancer for more than two years and was transferred to our ward three months ago."

Qin Songmu was stunned when he heard his special introduction, and then sighed: "Since she was arranged here and survived for three months, her vitality is really tenacious."

Unexpectedly, Han Qingyuan shook his head: "I am not telling you the reason, but telling you that the old lady's youngest son has not given up on the patient. He is doing all his strength to prolong the old lady's life."

Qin Songmu thought for a while before calmly saying, "This is what relatives should do to patients."

Han Qingyuan smiled bitterly and said, "But the old lady is already terminally ill after all. No matter how much money her family spends, she can only extend her life for a few days."

Qin Songmu was not interested in Han Qingyuan's words and immediately refuted: "But haven't he been persisting for three months?"

Han Qingyuan was stunned: "Even if the old lady is a little more lucky, she can't escape the fate of being carried out from here. But she is almost letting her children lose everything."

When Qin Songmu heard this, he immediately thought of the little girl in Ward 2, and his heart suddenly sank.
Chapter completed!