<h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" > sometimes, to heal; often, to help; always, to comfort. ------ Trudeau </h1>
One afternoon in September, the weather was a bit muggy, and although it was mid-autumn, the sound of cicadas outside the window was still filled with the heat of summer.
I was in the office to see the results of the patient's examination, the nurse shouted, the rescue room entered a new 120 patient with breathing difficulties, I grabbed the stethoscope and ran to the rescue room.
The patient, male, 82 years old, found the right upper lung tumor for 2 months, recently had difficulty breathing, I carefully examined the patient's chest CT, right upper lung central lung cancer, has not yet caused the main bronchial compression, there is no pleural effusion, blood gas analysis is also normal, the patient will not have difficulty breathing, I am wondering, the patient pointed to his left lung (lesion in the right lung), hurriedly said to me: "Doctor, I have a tumor here, quickly give me oxygen, I can't do without oxygen now." ”
The old man's thin face was dull, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness.
My intuition told me that the old man's breathing difficulties were most likely due to the psychological reaction of the fear period after learning of the disease. The nurse oxygenated the old man, and I asked the old man's children, "Why tell the old man his true condition?" The children did not care: "At such an old age, what else can I do?" "The meaning of the children is very clear, symptomatic treatment, no surgery and no chemotherapy. I can only respect the opinions of the elderly and children, and give the elderly some simple symptomatic treatment.
Just after the doctor's order, there was a fierce quarrel in the ward, the children of the old man quarreled fiercely over the cost and who to serve, the old man curled up against the wall, and his thin body trembled slightly. Fear, helplessness, and despair are devouring the old man's will little by little, and at the same time that the spiritual pillar collapses violently, and at the same time, when it encounters indifferent affection, the old man's heart must be dripping blood.
I invited them out of the ward on the pretext of keeping the room quiet. 
The next day during the rounds, I found the old man's wife in the hospital room, hunched over, with gray hair, carefully busy by the bedside. In the absence of the elderly children, I began to try positive and suggestive treatments. I said to the old man that the liquid I gave you every day was for you to eliminate tumors, and you would get better day by day. The old man was suspicious, and a smile squeezed out of his sallow face. It was the smile I had seen for the first time since he was hospitalized, and there was doubt in that smile, but more of anticipation.
Later, every day of the rounds, I will comfort the old man, the tumor in your lungs is getting smaller and smaller, and you will soon recover. The old man's spirit improved day by day, the amount of food gradually increased, and the cloudy ward began to talk and laugh. One day, the old man tentatively asked me which day I didn't need oxygen, and I said that I would be able to do it soon, in fact, he didn't know that oxygen inhalation was simply dispensable comfort treatment.
The next day, I took off his oxygen, the old man did not have trouble breathing, he was happy like a child, the haze of the past few days was swept away, and that smile infected all of us present. After a few days, the infusion was stopped, and the old man was almost as healthy as usual. 
On the day of discharge, the old man was in good spirits, thinking that a miracle had happened to him.
The old man came to me and said goodbye to me, with a sunny smile and a grateful look in his eyes, and the moment the old man said goodbye to me, I was a little flustered and hurriedly avoided his kind gaze. Because I know that the lie I have told him, a white lie, will always be revealed that day.
Outside the window, the cold cicadas hissed, the fallen leaves rolled, and I watched his back gradually disappear in the autumn wind...