Seeing Ren Chongda's gloomy face, Yue Wentong's heart sank like a big brick to the bottom of the sea.
As the monitor of this class for four years, he has long regarded every classmate in the class as a brother or sister. Every time something happens to a classmate or a classmate's family, he and the counselor feel as if something happened to his own family, depressed, sad, and uncomfortable.
Will get angry.
"When does the counselor plan to tell him personally?" Yue Wentong asked in a low voice.
"His grandfather seemed like he couldn't hold it any longer. His parents called me and asked me what to do, should I tell my son to go home immediately. They knew that Shihua was in a critical internship period and going home would delay his studies. They asked me about it.
I want to ask the doctors at the hospital here if there is anything they can do. However, his grandfather's condition is probably irreversible. He has a cerebral hemorrhage and cannot be operated on. He cannot be awakened and is probably brain dead." Ren Chongda said, picking up his mouth.
Bei wanted to drink some water to moisten his throat, but he couldn't drink it, and he was holding it back.
"In this case, I think it is better to explain the situation to him in time. Even if he cannot make it back, he may need to take leave to attend the funeral of the old man. He needs to arrange his study schedule in advance." Yue Wentong suggested.
The squad leader he selected was calm enough, not harsh in his words, and clear in logic. Ren Chongda agreed and asked: "Can you go and talk to him in person first?"
"This is exactly why the counselor came to me. Of course I will go." Comrade Yue Wen took the initiative to assume the responsibility of the squad leader.
Ren Chongda's hand patted his shoulder twice: he couldn't be more satisfied.
Knowing that classmate Pan was in the emergency department, Yue Wentong rushed to the emergency room.
The emergency department organized the patient's medical records and prepared to send the patient to the inpatient department.
When the three of them were accompanying the patient, they saw the monitor who suddenly appeared.
"Monitor, what did the counselor ask you to do in medical school?" Feng Yicong stepped forward and asked, referring to Pan Shihua's speculation, "Did something happen to someone in our class?"
Some classmates actually guessed what he was doing. Yue Wentong was surprised.
The three classmates saw that the monitor's cool face seemed to be slightly sad, and they were immediately flustered.
"Monitor, it's not like any of our classmates in the class was sick like Zhao Zhaowei at that time." Feng Yicong was so nervous that he couldn't speak fully.
"No." Yue Wentong denied.
The three classmates exhaled in unison, almost frightened to death first.
After calming down, Yue Wentong walked over, took Classmate Pan's arm to the side, and whispered.
What happened to classmate Pan? The other two classmates were worried and raised their ears to eavesdrop.
"Your grandfather suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was being treated in the local hospital. Your parents called the counselor this morning. The counselor and I decided to tell you about this after discussing it." Yue Wentong informed classmate Pan in a low voice.
Pan Shihua's entire body froze, his delicate face suddenly turned into a white wall, his lips trembled: "My grandpa——"
"The counselor heard from your parents that your grandfather has high expectations for you." When Yue Wentong heard the news, he knew that this matter would have a great impact on his classmates, so he tried to weigh the intensity and content of his words.
"Yes, my grandfather is the most supportive of my family in studying medicine and becoming a doctor." Pan Shihua's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he was lost in the memories of his relatives.
If the doctor didn't take it seriously, his grandfather would die first - this was a real blow to the medical students who wanted to be good doctors.
The two classmates who were watching felt equally uncomfortable.
