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Cai Yi, director of Wuhan Central Hospital, wrote: I mourn the boss, Lin Jun, I will give you this
Surging journalist Deng Yafei
2020-02-12 15:01 Source: Surging News
At more than nine o'clock on the night of February 11, Cai Yi, the director of the pain department of Wuhan Central Hospital, who has been fighting the frontline of the epidemic, wrote a long post on his Weibo to mourn the owner of the canteen at the gate of the hospital who died of new crown pneumonia Lin Jun.
More than a decade ago, when Cai Yi first came to work in the Central Hospital, Lin Jun opened a canteen at the hospital entrance.
The scenes of that year were still before him. For a long time, Cai Yi and colleagues always called the boss Lin Jun to send this and some to each department, as long as a phone call, "A man with a round face, black and black, and a kind face, pushed the car and put Send things up and tell us exactly that they were sent by a doctor, and then hurried to the next stop. "
On February 11, Lin Jun's boss died of new crown pneumonia in the emergency observation room of Wuhan Central Hospital. Cai Yi wrote with emotion, many of these little people around us are not so eye-catching; suddenly, without them, we found out that he is so important in our lives.
So he wrote this article and said goodbye to Lin Jun. The paper (
www.thepaper.cn) obtained the consent of Cai Yi and published this article.
[Farewell to Lin Jun]
Lin Jun is gone.
Today, I just finished checking my room, took off my protective clothing, took a breath in the clean area, and looked at the colleagues WeChat group. I was surprised that Lin Jun was gone!
Lin Jun, who is it? I do n’t know if his name is Lin Jun, or Lin Jun, or Lin Jun! But every veteran of the Wuhan Central Hospital knows him.
He is not the dean or the secretary, but the owner of the canteen at the gate of the Nanjing Road Courtyard.
I always remember when I first came to the hospital, more than ten years ago, I was still in the Department of Anesthesia. Some doctors and acquaintances had surgery. Thanks. The red envelopes sent by colleagues seemed too rusty, and I often called, "Lin Jun, ah You give a box of water to the operating room of the anesthesiology department! Throw a box to the doctor's office of the nurse station in a certain department, I will check out after work! "
Then there was a familiar "Okay!" Over the phone. Before long, a man with a round face, a black face, and a kind face, pushed the car and brought things up, telling us exactly that it was A doctor sent it, and then hurried to the next stop!
In a few years, there will be more and more courier services. Our doctors will be busy. We ca n’t wait for the courier brother.
For so many years, he has always smiled at us kindly and never complained.
Once upon a time, our doctors in white coats did not bring money. At that time, when WeChat payment was not popular, we went directly to his store, took water, biscuits, and gave them later! I sometimes forget how long in the future, and suddenly pass by, "Boss, how much am I missing you?" He always smiled kindly, remember to say the number clearly, remember the number, and discuss with us.
The iron-battled camp, the running soldiers, the hospital director and the secretary changed, but Lin Jun was still there. But today we heard bad news, he is gone!
The previous two days, I clearly remember that our old director of anesthesiology called me to ask if I had a bed. In this outbreak, the old director knew that it was difficult for me. Rejected, and asked, who is it? The old director brought a sentence, Lin Jun of the canteen was infected. I wanted to ask if you could arrange one. I don't think he cares so young.
Just two days later, he left, walked in our hospital emergency observation room, both lungs, all white! I felt guilty and asked the emergency brothers. They said there was nothing they could do. It was developing too fast. Unless there was ECMO, there might be a vitality. This made my guilt a little bit less.
How many ECMOs are there in our hospital? In addition, one of our old dean Xia Jiahong came from the Han Hong Fund to "relate", a total of two!
An inconspicuous little person, waiting for bed, is still difficult, how can I have the opportunity to use ECMO to continue his life?
I heard that he loved and was infected.
A lot of these little people around us are not so eye-catching. Suddenly, when we disappear, we realize that he is so important in our lives.
The pandemic is so ruthless! Not only to the big people, not just to the doctor, but also to ruthlessly hit these little people.
In front of the plague, all the people waited. Whoever supports it, whoever can't support it, three points are artificial, seven points of heaven!
In the blink of an eye, I was on the line, worked for twelve days, managed 32 beds, and by this time, 25 patients have been discharged from hospital and 22 have been clinically cured. The three non-clinical cures have left forever.
Li Wenliang was gone, and Professor Lin Zhengbin of Tongji Hospital was gone. A shop owner is gone, and my 3 patients who were not clinically cured are gone. Who knows?
We are all little people. In the baptism of this epidemic, we silently give and bear the parting of life and death.
The deceased is dead, but the alive will continue!
Is the doctor tired of work? I'm not tired of telling you, don't you believe it? But really not tired! At least the working hours now are much easier than the days when I operated. It is normal for a surgeon to work for more than ten hours a day, and we have come here for so many years.
But unfamiliar diseases, the fear of being infected, the lack of supplies, the panic that the epidemic does not see the end, the helplessness of the patient on the verge of death, the collapse of colleagues around us, these psychological pressures put us in layers shackles!
Many doctors have a feeling that when they are about to go to work and put on protective clothing, they suddenly feel weak! It's not just tired!
Fortunately, there are a group of like-minded comrades in arms who encourage each other and move forward together.
Fortunately, there is also a group of lovely Wuhan citizens, and fortunately, the family relationships of the Chinese compatriots across the country warm us and support us.
In the blink of an eye, the hospital informed me that I could take my team down and be on top of the rehabilitation doctor! During this 14-day period, my team managed the number of patients discharged from hospitals, and ranked the best in each hospital district.
But I heard that the rehabilitation department was understaffed. When the old director of the rehabilitation department was going to take up the post in person, I did another thing that violated the principle and took four guys to continue the next 14 days! Help rehabilitation doctors to continue their next job in the second ward!
Many teachers care about me and ask me when to rotate, I said, I do n’t want to change, I ’m afraid of boredom, and I will have problems at home!
But the real answer is, I just want to stand here, on the front line, there is no reason. Even if there were enough people in the rehabilitation department, I didn't want to come down.
I feel that I can do it. I can handle the pressure and treat as many people, small people, and Wuhan citizens as possible as soon as possible!
Li Wenliang is gone, Lin Jun is gone, maybe my colleague is being rescued, maybe one day, I will not be able to withstand the pressure, maybe one day, I will be infected.
But what about it?
The doctors of Wuhan Central Hospital are responsible for the province's second rescue task after Jinyintan Hospital. What is the fear of the epidemic now?
Boss Lin Jun, I just sent you this way, thank you for your help and companionship to our brothers in the Central Hospital for so many years. Don't blame me, at the last moment, I did not send you a ride!
On the way to heaven, brother, all the way!
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