Stephen Strange. He was a global expert in neurosurgery, a leader in his field of expertise. He had pioneered many revolutionary methods of surgical rescue. Strange's trauma surgery method was popularized by him all over the world, and it became the most important treatment method in countless surgeries, especially in the field of neurosurgery.
The Lancet magazine named him one of the fifty greatest doctors of the twenty-first century, and it was not without reason. In the field of neurosurgery, Strange had a unique talent. He had provided important research directions and technical support for human beings in the field of neuromedicine.
It was not difficult to see his importance from the fact that the Osborne Group chose him as the most important neurosurgery consultant to participate in the limb regeneration improvement project.
For Strange, the operating table was his battlefield. Here, he was the commander, leading his men to fight against the Grim Reaper.
Although it was difficult to comment on his messy private life, not many people criticized him. After all, wasn't Tony Stark also a playboy? When it came to these geniuses, people paid more attention to how much change they could bring to the world, not how many girlfriends they had this month.
Today, Strange was a little busy. He had three surgeries to do in one day. He was the brand of the hospital, and many people came because of his reputation.
Because of his 100% success rate, the hospital did not want to ruin his reputation, so he had the freedom to choose his patients. If Stephen felt that a patient was hopeless, then he would not accept it.
Today's three surgeries went smoothly, except for the last surgery, which damaged the nerves connecting the brain to the spine, which took him some time. The other two surgeries were not difficult.
The three surgeries took a total of fourteen hours for Strange. On average, he could complete a surgery in less than five hours. Strange's hand speed was also famous in the industry.
He had a pair of agile hands that he was proud of. This was one of the assets that made him an excellent surgeon.
But even so, after fourteen hours of surgery, Dr. Strange felt very tired. Performing surgeries had always been something that required a high degree of concentration. The highly concentrated operation of the brain would consume a large amount of sugar in the body. The consumption of high-intensity and highly concentrated mental work on the body was no less than that of heavy physical labor.
He walked out of the operating room, refusing the other nurses' suggestions that he be sent back to his office. He found a vending machine in the hallway and bought a bottle of Coke to replenish his sugar.
Sitting in the corridor outside the emergency floor, Strange drank Coke to replenish his sugar. At the same time, he felt the cold touch of the cold iron chair on his back, which made him feel much better.
The doctors and nurses who passed by would stop to greet him or nod at him when they saw him. He was a powerful figure in the hospital. To many doctors and nurses, he was their superior. To the patients, he was their savior.
When those patients who were on the brink of death were saved by Strange one after another, they and their families excitedly told Strange about his greatness, telling and singing his praises.
There was a saying in the East: Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. There was also a saying in the West: The glory of killing a hundred people is not as good as saving the life of an innocent person.
But at this moment, although Strange would always put on an amiable look, his heart was always cold. He could not understand the gratitude of those who had escaped death, nor could he share the joy of those who had been paralyzed for a long time but stood up again because of his surgery.
Sometimes, he was as emotionless as a puppet. Medicine and art became a simple tool in his hands, and surgery and treatment became a measurable transaction.
If there was anything that could motivate him, it was the sense of achievement after a successful surgery and the admiration of others. Of course, there were also flowers, applause, honor, and money.
As Strange sat down to rest, he saw a familiar face walking towards him from the corridor of the emergency floor. He called out to her, "Christine!"
"Strange?" Christine, who was wearing an emergency suit, looked like she had just finished a surgery. Her mask and hairband were still on.
"You didn't come with me today?" Strange patted the seat next to him, indicating for Christine to sit down and talk.
Christine took off her mask, sat down next to Strange, and said, "No. "No, I'm on duty in the emergency surgery operating room today. I just received a patient with a torn blood vessel and a lot of internal bleeding. "Christine shook her head as she spoke.
Strange knew that the surgery had most likely failed. He frowned. "You don't have to stay in the emergency surgery department all the time, especially in the ambulance center. No one likes to do this kind of work. "
Christine stared at Strange and said, "It's precisely because no one likes to do it, but someone has to do it." With that, Christine looked like she was about to leave.
Strange stopped her again. "Christine, are you free tomorrow night? I'll treat you to dinner. "
After Christine stood still, she turned to look at Strange and said, "Is this a date? Strange, we've tried. We're not suitable for each other. "With that, Christine shook her head.
Seeing that Christine was about to walk away, Strange could not help but say, "At least this time, tomorrow is my birthday."
Christine stopped again. She looked at Strange and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, she said, "If that's the case, I can think about it. But you have to promise me something first. "
… …
Dissect the organ donor and then remove the organ. Strange wanted to be Christine's assistant in this surgery. This was Christine's condition.
As a surgeon, Strange was naturally proficient in anatomy. This was a basic skill. Removing the organ was not difficult for him.
After bowing to the donor for three minutes, the donor would be injected with the drug, causing brain death. The surgery officially began.
For skilled doctors like Strange and Christine, this kind of surgery was not very difficult.
The donor was a high paraplegic patient who could not move anything below the neck. This situation had been going on for three years. Sometimes medicine could create miracles, but more often than not, it was hopeless.
Patients with high paraplegia could not heal their bodies. They could only watch helplessly as their bodies decayed day by day, and in the end, they walked towards death in a humble way.
He did not want to die like this, in such a disgraceful way. So after discussing with his family, he chose euthanasia and donated his organs after death.
After a physical examination, the doctor determined that the kidneys, liver, heart, and corneas in his body could be donated. After hiding his name, the organ donor ended his life on the operating table.
When his organs were removed, they were immediately placed in a special preservation container. Then, they raced against time to send these still alive organs to the operating theaters of various hospitals and give them to patients who needed organ transplants.
This was because the organs would lose activity within a few hours after leaving the body.
After everything was done and the donor was groomed, all the medical staff once again bowed solemnly to the organ donor and observed three minutes of silence.
… …
Strange felt that it was a mistake to agree to Christine's condition. Although Christine and he had gone out for dinner, it was obvious that the dinner was not of high quality.
She forked the salad on her plate again and again, showing that she had no appetite.
Strange patted her hand. "There's no need to think about anything else after the surgery."
Christine looked at Strange and smiled. Strange did not quite understand the meaning of her smile. She said, "Today's organ donor's name is Sibion. He was a patient I saved during an emergency three years ago. He was involved in a car accident. I rushed to the scene immediately and saved his life, but he was still paralyzed. "
Strange frowned. "Then you must be feeling very bad today."
Kristin heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes, I was the one who injected him with brain death today. I saved him, but in the end, I was the one who killed him. "
Strange felt that this topic was a little heavy. Some of his thoughts were stirred up. He did not want to talk about this and wanted to change the subject. But it was obvious that Kristin wanted to continue the conversation on this topic.
"Doctors don't always save people, right? Sometimes they are also executioners," Christine said.
"Can we not talk about this?" Strange looked a little upset. "You can't save everyone. Some people always deserve to die. You can't blame yourself for this. "
"Blame myself? No. " Christine shook her head. "I don't blame myself for this, because I know that I did my best. This is war. We always lose more than we win when we fight against death. People with weak hearts should have left this profession long ago. Like Nightingale said, sometimes to heal, often to help, always to comfort. "
"Although Sibion is dead, he's still alive. He used his own organs to save seven people. His parents are proud of him. "
Kristin stared at Strange and said word by word, "Do you know why I'm the surgeon today? Sibion and his family asked for it. "
"Why?" asked Strange, frowning.
"I saved his life when he was dying. Although he lived a strong life, he was in pain. He wanted to leave this world in a dignified way. I saved him, but he also wanted me to send him away. Death is not the end. Most of the time, he is just a new beginning. "Christine's words made Strange feel very uncomfortable.
Strange said, "It's my birthday today. Can we talk about something pleasant?"
Christine said, "Your girlfriends can create a lot of pleasant things for you, but I still want to ask, Strange, what are you afraid of?"
"What happened to your once lofty ambitions? Look at what you're doing now. You're so afraid of everything. Are you so afraid of failure and death? You weren't like this when you were studying and interning. "
"Okay, Christine, I don't want to talk about this." Strange's face was stiff.
"You can't carry your sister's death on your back for the rest of your life. It's not a big deal to admit that you're a mortal, Strange. You can't be an angel and a demon at the same time. Aren't you tired? "Christine's words were sincere.
And the only person who could say these things to Strange was probably Christine. She spoke bluntly, and there was no hesitation in her eyes when she looked at Strange.
This annoyed Strange, as if all his achievements were not worth mentioning at this moment. He said unhappily, "Enough! You're not my girlfriend anymore! "
"You can't hide behind glory and pretend to be omniscient all your life. You're actually a bitch who is afraid of failure! It's time to wake up from your dream, Strange. "Christine was a strong woman, and a strong female doctor.
She valued life, so she joined the ambulance center. At the same time, she clearly realized that there were things in this world that needed people to do, and she didn't mind being in the minority. She also knew that some things couldn't be controlled by human beings. She shouldn't despair when she was at her lowest, and she shouldn't be arrogant when she was at her peak.
Only this kind of calm attitude could make her a truly outstanding emergency doctor. At the same time, it was also because of this calmness and elegance that gave Christine a different kind of charm. She made Strange and Thor fall head over heels in love with her.
Even though Strange had embarked on a different path and gradually drifted away from Christine, so much so that after the two broke up, Strange still felt that Christine was an irreplaceable person.
The reason why he had invited Christine to dinner today was actually to mend their relationship. He had found that Christine and her stretcher bearer had been getting along a little strangely lately, which made Strange a little unhappy.
But it was obvious that Strange had miscalculated. Now that he saw that Christine was about to pack up and leave, he couldn't help but say, "Dinner's not over yet."
Christine shrugged. "But I don't think you're in the mood to eat anymore." Christine was right.
She shook her head and said, "Strange, I invited you to the donor's operation to let you understand that death is not the end. Sometimes it's not as terrible as you think. Whether it's as your former girlfriend or as your current colleague, I just want you to become better. You can't always be blinded by money and glory, making you forget what your original intentions are. "
Christine looked at her watch and said, "It's getting late. I have something to do tonight."
"What is it?" Strange glanced at his watch. It was only 8: 20 p.m.
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