Dr. Wang Ping and Dr. Wang Yan
Author: Wang Ying
(Diary of July 1, 2021)
I have known Dr. Wang Ping for more than ten years.
That year, my mother had a leg pain and went to see a doctor in the pain department of her own unit, that is, the Fengtaiqiao South Railway Hospital, which seemed to have just been established.
How can there be a "pain department"? "Well, our hospital has this department." My mother pounded her legs, ignoring the heavy rain outside, and hurried to kick the door. She said that today she was in so much pain that she wanted to saw her leg.
When I mention "pain", I also have a lot of shivering, toothache, stomach reflex, headache... In short, where it hurts, you will firmly think at any time: "Oh, this is the most unbearable pain!" "
Sometimes I blame myself, and I often don't feel insincere. "What is this pain in the wind and rain..." This song is purely deceptive, right? Remembering the story of Guan Yu scraping bones to cure poison, the scene where Sister Jiang's ten fingers were nailed into the bamboo sticks were all sincerely impressed, but she did not dare to respect that enduring pain was a manifestation of a tenacious character.
It was already time off work, so I had to call Dr. Wang Ping and say that I was about to take my mother to the hospital. She was startled: "What's wrong?" I said, "There's nothing wrong with it, it's still a leg pain," and "Pain itself is a disease," she said.
With the increasing development of modern medical technology, various painkillers, clinical anesthesia and other means can relieve and eliminate temporary pain. However, some pains such as low back pain and leg pain caused by degenerative diseases of the elderly cannot be completely alleviated and solved.
I understood the word: pain does not want to live.
I used to cry wolf all night because of a toothache.
A college classmate of mine took a lot of sleeping pills because of years of neurological headaches.
I also heard that last month an old man died of hitting a wall because he had been lying in bed with low back pain.
In 2006, Wu Jieping, Han Jisheng and 18 other academicians jointly signed a "letter" to the Ministry of Health, calling for the establishment of a "pain department". After several twists and turns, on July 16, 2007, there was a decision: to establish a first-level clinical department "Pain Department" in China's second-level or above hospitals to treat chronic pain. This day is more than ten years later than some countries, and this day is also Han Jisheng's seventy-ninth birthday. He was attending a research event at Harvard University in the United States, and he was overjoyed when he heard the news: "This is the best birthday gift I have ever received." ”
It was almost six o'clock in the evening, and we arrived at the Fengtai Railway Hospital.
The hospital is located in the southwestern fourth ring road of Beijing and was built in 1958. At that time, it was also the largest regional medical center in the city, serving the various "sections" of the surrounding railways such as the locomotive maintenance section, the thermal insulation section, the engineering section, the vehicle section, the hydropower section, and the railway employees and their families around the Fengtai Railway Station.
"Section" is a very interesting railway bureau compilation. For example, the locomotive section is in charge of the locomotive. The depot seems to be only in charge of the carriage. The electrical service section, responsible for the train signal, etc., each "section", each performing its own duties, to ensure railway transportation. Most of the east, west and south of the hospital are rural, so there are still some farmers who see the patients.
This hospital is not too big, nor is it small, and compared with the surrounding narrow roads, bungalows, not high railway residential areas, and barren vegetable fields, it is still a bit large. "Hanging Pain Department". The little girl in the emergency department registration office was stunned: "Is there this department?" Leave work early, right? "Oh, Wang Ping, I know, it turns out that the Chinese medicine department is that." "
The small sign of "Pain Department" hangs on a bend on the first floor, and in the empty corridor, there are several slow figures.
In the small office, there are two beds and a desk. Dr. Wang Ping's slender body supported the large white coat quietly and non-stop massage, acupuncture, injection, prescription. Under the white barrel hat, a pair of crescent-like eyes on the wheat-colored face. "It hurts here!" It hurts! A chubby old lady picked up her thick two-layer autumn pants. The rain outside had stopped, it began to be sweltering, and I knew that it was calling. "Here? Is it here? Or here? Dr. Wang Ping touched the legs of the old lady's fingers and asked. The middle finger is embedded in the knee joint filled with fat flesh. "No, not here, not here, as if it were here, not here, not..." The old lady was annoyed, and simply held Dr. Wang Ping's hand, "I have suffered from old sins, as if my whole body hurts..." "I'll come!" Dr. Wang Ping drew his hand and supported the old lady on the bed, "You lie down." She caressed the old lady's knee with her hand, pressed here and there with her middle finger, and pressed there: "You turn over", she helped the old lady to roll over and lie flat, gently placing the old lady's head in the round hole of the hospital bed. The hand ran down the big vertebrae, back, ass, thighs, and suddenly reached the knee socket, and finally used the middle finger to force a little harder: "Is it here?" The old lady said in a loud voice, "Yes! Right! Right! This is it! "
It was our turn, and before I knew it, she had pierced a dozen needles for my mother's thighs, calves, and fingers. After about twenty minutes of roasting, my mother jumped out of bed laughing like a child, "It's so comfortable, it doesn't hurt!" ”。" Tomorrow, you take another look at the film, and we will discuss how to cure it. Eat less painkillers and hurt your stomach." She opened the photo list as she spoke.
There were several magazines and books next to her empty glass, and the half-open Chinese Journal of Pain Medicine exuded the fragrance of medicine and ink. I opened it curiously, and on the first page there was a sentence outlined with a dark blue pen: "Pain relief is the basic right of the patient and the sacred duty of the doctor", by Han Jisheng.
"You used to be in the TCM department?" How did you come to the pain department again? "
"Well, I've always liked TCM, but now the problem of herbal medicine is too complicated for me to prefer acupuncture. Acupuncture analgesia in China is too closely related to the development of international pain science, and our hospital has also set up a pain department, and I was the first to sign up. My mom said, "It's much less money to go to the pain department."
We came out of the East Gate that day, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and I watched her tired figure go away, her small hands clutching the handlebars of the 28 bicycle, and it seemed that she always held 361 prayer points.
The second time I saw Dr. Wang Ping, it had been eleven years. Outside her department was still an elderly old worker, an old farmer. Because people are old, the irreversible degenerative lesions of various joints cause various pains. She would spend the morning and afternoon laughing and talking to them, watching films, acupuncture, prescribing medicine, and even taking massages. Align the aging joints to close: "When you get on the oil, your train will run again" She can't smell them, she will touch their pain points like a child. A middle-aged train driver who just shouted "Pain is dead, let me die" had already snored when Dr. Wang Ping gave him an injection.
I have her WeChat, I don't understand how she has so much of the most advanced pain treatment information at home and abroad, but I understand very well why so many patients in her clinic love to call her girlfriend and. I gave her a thumbs up and she replied: I'm too bad.
The finger of my right hand has been hurting for almost two years, because I can't live in Fengtai for many years, and I have been enduring it because I am afraid of pain. It wasn't until I couldn't scratch the writing, piano, and tickles, that I came to Dr. Wang Ping.
"Acupuncture, medicine has not worked." This one's going to be surgery. "She watched my film. I said, "You recommend a good hospital." "Dr. Wang Yan of our hospital specializes in this operation, which is not worse than that of a large hospital." I made up my mind to hang up Dr. Wang Yan's number.
I was particularly afraid of needles, especially the thought of needles in the bone slits of my fingers, and the first night, I was so nervous that I lost sleep.
I came to Fengtaiqiao South Railway Hospital. Because the North Courtyard is under construction, this 64-year-old Fengtaiqiao South Railway Hospital looks small, crowded and dilapidated. Dr. Wang Yan is slightly taller than Dr. Wang Ping, about the same age, the same smiling face, the same soft voice. This is hand and foot surgery: there are people at the door waiting to pull the broken glass ballast from the center of the foot, there are people waiting to clean the nail fungus cover, and there are those who are anxious to connect the ankle tendon to break.
"I have to hold a lot of stinky feet every day..." Before the operation, Dr. Wang Yan chatted with me, held my hands in both hands, and looked at me: "It's good for a while, it doesn't hurt at all." When playing anesthesia, "You are so beautiful, your hands are good, play a tune for me to hear..."
My middle finger is tenosynovitis, aseptic inflammation makes the fascia adhesion, causing the joints to not be able to switch freely, and as soon as I move, my hands hurt. Dr. Wang Yan's operation was to peel off my adhesion periosteum and restore the elasticity and switching function of the "tendon". Of course, all this is entirely dependent on Dr. Wang Yan's two hands and a small scalpel. Twenty-five minutes after the operation, Dr. Wang Ping, who had been resting today, held my right hand with her left hand and said to Dr. Wang Yan, "I want to see where the pain in this joint comes from." "
After the operation, I hugged Dr. Wang Ping tightly, wanted to cry, and held back. I also especially wanted to hug Dr. Wang Yan, but after all, the first time I met, I also resisted.