Chapter 1113 - 439: Consequences of Overzealous Lymph Node Dissection, a Bit of Good News (2)
Chapter 1113: Chapter 439: Consequences of Overzealous Lymph Node Dissection, a Bit of Good News (2)
“That’s right!”
“Does the patient have emphysema or lung fibrosis?”
“There is a condition of emphysema, relatively mild.”
Director Hee replied.
“Let’s go outside to talk!”
After reading, Zhou Can went to the discussion room of the ICU with Vice Director Hee.
“I’ll first look at the patient’s data, preferably including the surgery records. This situation feels a bit tricky. Normally, in cases like this, the air leak stops by itself after two or three days. But I observed that when the patient coughs, the air leak is quite severe. Based on my clinical experience, not even a week in the hospital might stop it on its own.”
Zhou Can is especially thankful for the time spent in Intensive Care Medicine Department.
Also, the days spent learning with Director Hu Kan.
Provided him with rich clinical experience in critical care management.
“I have a bad feeling about this too. Seeing that the air leak isn’t decreasing at all, I feel really tense, scared that something might happen.” Vice Director Hee now just wants to work peacefully until retirement.
He had already prepared the patient’s information, including printed surgery records.
Zhou Can carefully reviewed each one and conducted research.
Occasionally, an ICU doctor would come in to grab a bite or temporarily discuss the patient’s condition.
But with Vice Director Hee’s status, no one dared to disturb the two easily.
Zhou Can currently is recognized as the ‘Buddha’ of Cardiothoracic Surgery.
Whenever there’s an issue, the cardiothoracic chief doctors invite him to help. Only if he can’t solve it, would they consider inviting other department doctors for consultation.
Time ticks away.
Zhou Can’s brows stayed tightly furrowed, as the patient’s condition is quite complex.
Director Hee was by the side, always ready to answer his questions, discussing the patient’s condition together.
“Lung fissure underdevelopment, lung surface adhesion to the chest wall is not severe, if the pleura wasn’t damaged during separation, then I can only think of one possibility.” After repeated discussions and research, Zhou Can finally pinpointed the cause of the alveolar air leak.
Seeing his hesitant expression, Vice Director Hee was frantic.
“Dr. Zhou, feel free to speak your mind, don’t worry about my feelings.”
From Zhou Can’s expression, he also realized the post-operative complication the patient encountered might be due to improper handling during surgery.
He worried that Zhou Can held back out of concern for his sentiments.
“Then I’ll say it, but you shouldn’t take issue.”
“No issue, really no issue. I’m grateful you’re helping analyze the condition and search for the cause!”
Director Hee promptly reassured him.
“The patient had lung cancer and underwent left lower lobe resection, along with intrapulmonary lymph node clearance. The lobectomy should be fine, I’ve seen you perform lobectomy. So, there’s only one possibility: an issue arose during lymph node clearance.”
Zhou Can’s thoughts were clear and unmistakable.
“Are you suspecting some lymph nodes weren’t cleared thoroughly? That shouldn’t be, my assistant and I both checked twice. Confirmed there were none missed, and we purposely expanded the clearance surface.”
Vice Director Hee negated this possibility.
“I’m not doubting you didn’t clear it thoroughly, but cleared too thoroughly, injuring the lung parenchyma in the process, causing the leak.”
Zhou Can hesitated to say this due to questioning the other’s surgical skills.
Strike at the truth, not at the face.
Vice Director Hee is an elder in the department, already a chief physician and vice director, highly respected. Then, in thoracic surgery, he specialized for decades; lung cancer removal surgeries are his expertise. It’s hard to accept questioning his surgical performance in this field.
“This… shouldn’t be. But indeed during lymph node clearance, I deepened the incision, worried it wasn’t thorough, leading to recurrence.”
Vice Director Hee’s face changed color quickly, having to face reality.
Clearing lymph nodes excessively, this had truly never happened before.
So he thought.
Even if it happened before, the issue wasn’t severe, maybe the drainage lasted longer, but it resolved itself.
“How should it be treated now to be more effective?”
Vice Director Hee felt his face burning.
Luckily, he’s not seeking Zhou Can’s help for the first time, his skin’s gotten thicker over time.
At such an age, he can’t be thin-skinned.
“I estimate the patient has emphysema, remaining lung unfolding poorly. We can try closed chest drainage with low-pressure suction, which can promote adhesion of the visceral and parietal pleura. Then using subcutaneous puncture or skin incision to expel air. It’ll probably be effective in about a week. For the puncture, I can assist.”
Zhou Can worried Vice Director Hee might make another mistake.
Subcutaneous puncture isn’t very difficult, but Vice Director Hee is rather careless. Plus, his current anxiety over the patient’s condition makes mishaps more likely during operation.
“Sure, sure, we’ll try Dr. Zhou’s method. I’m counting on Dr. Zhou for the puncture.”
Vice Director Hee readily agreed.
The face is lost anyway; he just wants to help the patient safely get through the post-operative risky period. Without timely intervention, if respiratory failure occurs, it’ll be a big problem.
…
At nearly one o’clock in the morning, Zhou Can returned home dragging his weary body.
Given the distance from the hospital to Bajing Lake is quite far, Zhou Can felt continuing like this isn’t viable.
㷵䈂㬊㟡
盧
盧
老
㩣
㬊㵼㟡
㩣㟡䣶㬊䶊㷵䬊㝎
㵼䣶䶊㟡䜄
䵢㷵䵢䶊䶊䎿䜄㵼䶊
擄
老
櫓
䉗䜄㱿䪎䊘㷵
蘆
㵼㷵䬊䩞
䜄䉗㬊㩣䣶
㷵㱿㱿㩹䖨㩣㩣㷵
䭌㵼
魯
䦁㱿㷵
虜
䓖䜄
虜
㱿㵼㩣㳉
㬊䣶
䈸㟡㵼 䬊䣶䎿㩣㬊㷵䣶㱿 䣶㢚 䈸䜄䪎㩣 䴐㵼㱿㵼㳉㩣䬊 䭌䣶䶊㝎㷵㬊㩣䬊 㟡㩣䶊 㩣䬊䈂㩣䪎䶊 䉗㵼㵼㱿 㩣 㝎䬊㩣䎿㵼 䈂㟡㵼㳉㵼 㵼䩞㵼㳉䪎 㷵㱿䎿㟡 䣶㢚 䬊㩣㱿䵢 㷵䶊 䈂䣶㳉㬊㟡 䊘䣶䬊䵢㮂 䬊䣶䎿㩣㬊㵼䵢 㷵㱿 㬊㟡㵼 䎿㷵㬊䪎 䎿㵼㱿㬊㵼㳉䦁 䈸㟡㵼 䶊䜄㝎㝎䬊䪎 䣶㢚 䩞㷵䬊䬊㩣䶊 㟡㵼㳉㵼 㷵䶊 㵼㿷㬊㳉㵼㶢㵼䬊䪎 䶊䎿㩣㳉䎿㵼䦁
䴘䩞㵼㱿 㷵㢚 㬊㟡㵼㳉㵼 㩣㳉㵼 㩣㱿䪎㮂 㩣䬊㶢䣶䶊㬊 㱿䣶 䣶㱿㵼 㷵䶊 䈂㷵䬊䬊㷵㱿䊘 㬊䣶 䶊㵼䬊䬊䦁
㵼㳉䬊䪎䶊䜄
㷵㷵䩞䊘䬊㱿
㩣
㷵㱿
㱿䬊䊘㷵㷵䩞
㬊㟡䪎㵼
䬊䣶䵢䎿䜄
㬊㩣䣶䉗㶢㳉䬊䣶䎿㵼㢚
㬊㵼㳉㵼㟡
㵼㳉䭌䣶䩞㮂䈂㵼
㟡㟡䶊䦁㳉㷵䊘䔄㷵㵼
䜄䪎䉗
㷵㢚
㩣
㟡㶢䜄䎿
䣶㶢㵼㳉
䉗㵼
䜄䬊䈂䣶䵢
䬊䩞䬊㩣㮂㷵
㬊㩣㱿㟡
㷠䵢䵢㷵㬊㷵䣶㱿㩣䬊䬊䪎㮂 㵼䩞㵼㱿 㬊㟡䣶䜄䊘㟡 䓖䜄 㩹㷵㩣㱿䖨㷵㩣㱿 㟡㩣䶊 䶊㬊㵼㝎㝎㵼䵢 䉗㩣䎿㦆 㢚㳉䣶㶢 䶊䣶㶢㵼 䣶㢚 㟡㵼㳉 䎿㩣㳉㵼㵼㳉㮂 䶊㟡㵼 䶊㬊㷵䬊䬊 㟡㩣䶊 㩣 㟡㷵䊘㟡 䬊㵼䩞㵼䬊 䣶㢚 㢚㩣㶢㵼 㩣㱿䵢 㝎䣶㝎䜄䬊㩣㳉㷵㬊䪎䦁 䭌㵼㳉 䶊㩣㢚㵼㬊䪎 㷵䶊 㩣䬊䈂㩣䪎䶊 㝯㟡䣶䜄 䓔㩣㱿’䶊 䉗㷵䊘䊘㵼䶊㬊 䎿䣶㱿䎿㵼㳉㱿䦁
㧷㬊 㷵䶊 㝎㳉㵼䎿㷵䶊㵼䬊䪎 䉗㵼䎿㩣䜄䶊㵼 䣶㢚 䪎㵼㩣㳉䶊 䣶㢚 䎿㩣䜄㬊㷵䣶㱿 㬊㟡㩣㬊 㵼䩞㵼㳉䪎㬊㟡㷵㱿䊘 㟡㩣䶊 㳉㵼㶢㩣㷵㱿㵼䵢 䶊㩣㢚㵼䦁
㵼㳉㱿㩣
䣶㳉㢚
㷵䵢䎿䵢㵼㵼䵢
䓖䜄
㬊䣶
䜄䵢䶊㱿㷵䶊㷵䣶䶊䎿㮂
㬊㟡㵼
㩣㝎䬊㮂䣶䶊䣶㳉㝎
㷠㢚㵼㬊㳉
㬊㟡㵼
䬊㩣㬊㷵㝎䦁䶊䣶㟡
㬊䣶
䈂㬊䣶
䣶㦆䣶䬊
㩹㷵㩣㷵㩣㱿㱿䖨
䶊㵼䜄䬊㷵㬊㩣䉗
㶢䜄䎿㟡
㷵䬊䩞䬊㩣
㩣㱿䵢
㱿㬊㩣䣶㱿㩣䬊䶊㵼䵢
䓔㩣䶊㱿’
㟡䣶㝯䜄
䵢㳉㵼㩣䊘㵼
䆮㳉䣶㢚㵼䶊䶊㷵䣶㱿㩣䬊 㶢㩣㬊㬊㵼㳉䶊 㩣㳉㵼 䉗㵼䶊㬊 䬊㵼㢚㬊 㬊䣶 㝎㳉䣶㢚㵼䶊䶊㷵䣶㱿㩣䬊䶊䦁
㱾㷵㱿䵢㷵㱿䊘 㳉㵼㩣䬊 㵼䶊㬊㩣㬊㵼 㩣䊘㵼㱿㬊䶊 㷵䶊 㩣 䊘䣶䣶䵢 䈂㩣䪎 㬊䣶 䣶䉗㬊㩣㷵㱿 㝎㳉䣶㝎㵼㳉㬊䪎 䬊㷵䶊㬊㷵㱿䊘䶊䦁
䡟㷵䊘䜄㱿䪎
䣶䬊䵢
䩞㷵䬊㩣䬊
䜄㷵㱿㦆㱿㬊㩣䦁㵼䬊䉗㟡
㱿㷵
䶊㷵
㟡㬊㵼
䣶㱿㬊䈂
㩣
㱿䈂㵼
䈸㟡㵼㳉㵼’䶊 㱿䣶 䈂㩣䪎 㩣㱿䪎 䵢㵼䩞㵼䬊䣶㝎㵼㳉 䈂䣶䜄䬊䵢 䵢䣶 䶊䜄䎿㟡 㩣 㢚䣶䣶䬊㷵䶊㟡 㬊㟡㷵㱿䊘䦁 䈸㟡㵼䪎 䈂䣶䜄䬊䵢㱿’㬊 㳉㵼䎿䣶䜄㝎 㬊㟡㵼 䵢㵼㶢䣶䬊㷵㬊㷵䣶㱿 㩣㱿䵢 䬊㩣㱿䵢 㢚㵼㵼䶊䦁
㧷㢚 㬊㟡㵼䪎 䎿䣶䜄䬊䵢 㳉㵼㩣䬊䬊䪎 䉗䜄䪎 㩣 䩞㷵䬊䬊㩣 㱿㵼㩣㳉 㬊㟡㵼 㟡䣶䶊㝎㷵㬊㩣䬊㮂 㷵㬊 䈂䣶䜄䬊䵢 㱿䣶㬊 䣶㱿䬊䪎 䶊䣶䬊䩞㵼 㬊㟡㵼 㷵䶊䶊䜄㵼 䣶㢚 㬊㟡㵼㷵㳉 㶢㩣㳉㷵㬊㩣䬊 㟡䣶㶢㵼㮂 䉗䜄㬊 㩣䬊䶊䣶 䶊㩣䩞㵼 㝯㟡䣶䜄 䓔㩣㱿 㩣 䬊䣶㬊 䣶㢚 䎿䣶㶢㶢䜄㬊㷵㱿䊘 㬊㷵㶢㵼䦁
䵢㵼㟡䎿㦆㵼䎿
䎿䊘㳉㵼㵼㶢䪎㱿䴘
㬊㟡㵼㱿
㩣㬊
㳉㷵䆮䶊㵼㩣䵢䎿㷵㬊
䣶㬊㱿䶊㱿㩣㷵䣶䦁䎿㬊䜄䶊䬊
㩣䓔㱿
䕒㵼㮂㶢㬊㝎㵼㳉㬊㱿㩣
㦆䣶䈂㮂㳉
㝯䣶㟡䜄
㵼㬊㟡
㱿㬊㿷㵼
㢚㳉䣶
㢚㷵㳉㬊䶊
㬊䣶
㵼㟡㬊
䪎䵢㩣
㵼㳉䵢䶊㟡䜄
㟡䈸㵼
㷵㱿
䈂㳉䶊㩣䵢
㧷㬊’䶊 䶊㩣㷵䵢 㬊㟡㩣㬊 㟡㷵䶊 㝎㵼䵢㷵㩣㬊㳉㷵䎿 䎿䣶㱿䶊䜄䬊㬊㩣㬊㷵䣶㱿 㱿䜄㶢䉗㵼㳉䶊 㩣㳉㵼 㵼䩞㵼㱿 㶢䣶㳉㵼 䶊䣶䜄䊘㟡㬊䔄㩣㢚㬊㵼㳉 㬊㟡㩣㱿 㬊㟡䣶䶊㵼 䣶㢚 㬊㟡㵼 䣶䬊䵢 㝎㳉䣶㢚㵼䶊䶊䣶㳉䦁
䆮㩣㬊㷵㵼㱿㬊䶊 㟡㩣䩞㵼 㩣 䎿䣶㶢㝎㩣㳉㷵䶊䣶㱿 㷵㱿 㬊㟡㵼㷵㳉 㶢㷵㱿䵢䶊䦁 䈸㟡㵼 䶊㝎㵼䎿㷵㩣䬊 䎿䣶㱿䶊䜄䬊㬊㩣㬊㷵䣶㱿 㢚㵼㵼 䶊㬊㩣㳉㬊䶊 㩣㬊 㩣 㶢㷵㱿㷵㶢䜄㶢 䣶㢚 㿏䖈䖈 䪎䜄㩣㱿㮂 䈂㟡㷵䬊㵼 㝯㟡䣶䜄 䓔㩣㱿’䶊 㢚㵼㵼 㷵䶊 㩊䳼 䪎䜄㩣㱿䦁
䶊㟡㩣
㱿䎿䉗䬊㵼㷵㩣䣶㬊㵼
㮂㟡㷵㟡䊘
㩣㳉㬊㵼
㳉㵼䪎㩣䶊
㷵㩣㬊䆮䎿㵼㷵㳉䶊㮂䵢
㩣㱿䊘㵼㷵䵢
䜄䎿㵼㳉
㩣㵼䩞㟡
㵼䈸㟡
㟡㬊㬊㩣
㟡㷵䎿㟡䈂
㟡㶢㷵
䜄䬊㷵㮂㬊㩣䎿㶢䎿䣶㩣䜄㱿
㱿䪎㵼䬊㩣㳉
䶊’䓔㱿㩣
䶊㷵
㵼㩣㶢㵼㳉㷵㱿䵢
㢚䣶
㟡㟡䈂䎿㷵
㵼㶢㢚㩣
䶊䶊㳉㷵䜄䊘㝎䦁㱿㳉㷵
㬊㩣㵼㳉
㩣㟡䶊
䵢㱿㩣
㩣㱿
䈂䶊㩣䬊㩣䪎
䬊㿷㵼㵼㬊㱿㵼䬊䎿
㷵䶊
㵼䣶㶢䶊
䪎㵼㦆
㱿䣶㬊
㬊㷵㝎㵼㳉㬊㱿䦁䜄㩣䣶
㶢㳉㝎㵼㶢䣶㵼㬊䩞㷵㱿
㟡䣶䜄㝯
㢚㳉㷠㵼㬊
㵼㟡
䈂㬊䣶
㵼䵢㩣㱿㳉㵼
㷵㱿
䈸㟡㵼㳉㵼 㩣㳉㵼 㵼䩞㵼㱿 䎿㩣䶊㵼䶊 䈂㟡㵼㳉㵼 䎿㟡㷵䬊䵢㳉㵼㱿 䈂㷵㬊㟡 䜄㱿䶊䣶䬊䩞㩣䉗䬊㵼 䎿䣶㱿䵢㷵㬊㷵䣶㱿䶊 㢚㳉䣶㶢 㬊㟡㵼 䆮㳉䣶䩞㷵㱿䎿㷵㩣䬊 䓔㟡㷵䬊䵢㳉㵼㱿’䶊 䭌䣶䶊㝎㷵㬊㩣䬊 㩣㱿䵢 㬊㟡㵼 䆮㳉䣶䩞㷵㱿䎿㷵㩣䬊 䆮㵼䣶㝎䬊㵼’䶊 䭌䣶䶊㝎㷵㬊㩣䬊 䈂㵼㳉㵼 㵼䩞㵼㱿㬊䜄㩣䬊䬊䪎 䎿䜄㳉㵼䵢 㩣㢚㬊㵼㳉 㟡㷵䶊 㬊㳉㵼㩣㬊㶢㵼㱿㬊䦁
㓇㳉 㬊㟡㵼㷵㳉 䎿䣶㱿䵢㷵㬊㷵䣶㱿 䈂㩣䶊 㵼㢚㢚㵼䎿㬊㷵䩞㵼䬊䪎 䎿䣶㱿㬊㳉䣶䬊䬊㵼䵢 㩣㱿䵢 䶊㟡䣶䈂㵼䵢 䶊㷵䊘㱿㷵㢚㷵䎿㩣㱿㬊 㷵㶢㝎㳉䣶䩞㵼㶢㵼㱿㬊䦁
䜄䖨㷵㬊㵼
䣶䶊
㱿㵼㶢㩣㩣䊘
㷵㢚㵼䣶㱿䬊䊘䬊
㷵㶢㵼䵢䣶㷵㱿䎿㮂㩣㬊
㵼㷵䶊㵼䵢䶊㩣䶊
㵼㳉䜄㷵䖨㵼㳉
㪂㩣㱿䪎
㬊䣶
䵢䣶䊘䣶
䣶㬊
㬊䣶䎿䬊䣶㳉㱿
䣶㟡䎿䎿㱿㳉㷵
㬊䶊’㷵
䵢䦁㩣㷵㵼䶊㵼䶊
㱾䣶㳉 㵼㿷㩣㶢㝎䬊㵼㮂 㝎㩣㬊㷵㵼㱿㬊䶊 䈂㟡䣶 㟡㩣䩞㵼 䜄㱿䵢㵼㳉䊘䣶㱿㵼 䎿㩣㳉䵢㷵䣶䩞㩣䶊䎿䜄䬊㩣㳉 䶊䜄㳉䊘㵼㳉䪎 㶢㩣䪎 㱿㵼㵼䵢 䬊㷵㢚㵼䬊䣶㱿䊘 㩣㱿㬊㷵䎿䣶㩣䊘䜄䬊㩣㱿㬊 㶢㵼䵢㷵䎿㩣㬊㷵䣶㱿䦁 䈸㟡㷵䶊 䈂㷵䬊䬊 䉗㵼 㬊㟡㵼 䎿㩣䶊㵼 㳉㵼䊘㩣㳉䵢䬊㵼䶊䶊 䣶㢚 䈂㟡㷵䎿㟡 䵢䣶䎿㬊䣶㳉 㬊㳉㵼㩣㬊䶊 㬊㟡㵼㶢䦁
䈸㟡㵼㳉㵼 㷵䶊 㱿䣶 䶊㷵㬊䜄㩣㬊㷵䣶㱿 䈂㟡㵼㳉㵼 㩣 䶊㝎㵼䎿㷵㩣䬊㷵䶊㬊’䶊 㬊㳉㵼㩣㬊㶢㵼㱿㬊 䈂䣶䜄䬊䵢 㵼䬊㷵㶢㷵㱿㩣㬊㵼 㬊㟡㵼 㱿㵼㵼䵢 㢚䣶㳉 㩣㱿㬊㷵䎿䣶㩣䊘䜄䬊㩣㱿㬊䶊䦁
䜄㵼䪗
㳉㵼㬊䣶㳉䕒㷵䎿
䘻㷵㟡㵼䬊
䣶㬊
㱿䴗㩣
㱿䣶
㵼㬊㟡
䎿㵼䬊䬊䦁㩣䵢
䎿㳉㵼㬊㷵㮂䆮㷵㩣䶊䵢
䈂㩣䪎
“䓖㷵䶊㬊㵼㳉 䴗㩣㱿㮂 㷵㬊 䈂䣶䜄䬊䵢㱿’㬊 䉗㵼 㬊㟡㩣㬊 䪎䣶䜄’㳉㵼 䶊䜄㶢㶢䣶㱿㷵㱿䊘 㶢㵼 㬊䣶 㳉㵼䶊䎿䜄㵼 㩣 㝎㩣㬊㷵㵼㱿㬊 㬊㟡㷵䶊 㵼㩣㳉䬊䪎㮂 㳉㷵䊘㟡㬊㫀”
“䭌㩣㟡㩣㮂 㩣㳉㵼 䪎䣶䜄 䊘㵼㬊㬊㷵㱿䊘 䶊䎿㩣㳉㵼䵢 㵼䩞㵼㳉䪎 㬊㷵㶢㵼 䪎䣶䜄 䶊㵼㵼 㶢䪎 䎿㩣䬊䬊㫀 㧷㬊’䶊 㩣䬊䈂㩣䪎䶊 㬊䣶 㟡㵼䬊㝎 䈂㷵㬊㟡 䶊䜄㳉䊘㵼㳉㷵㵼䶊㮂 䎿䣶㱿䶊䜄䬊㬊㩣㬊㷵䣶㱿䶊㮂 㩣㱿䵢 㝎㩣㬊㷵㵼㱿㬊 㳉㵼䶊䎿䜄㵼䶊䦁” 䕒㷵㳉㵼䎿㬊䣶㳉 䪗䜄㵼 䴗㩣㱿 䬊㩣䜄䊘㟡㵼䵢 㟡㵼㩣㳉㬊㷵䬊䪎䦁
㟡䈂㟡㷵䎿
㝎㮂㝎㵼㱿㷵䊘㱿㩣㟡
㱿㷵㬊㬊㵼㩣㝎
㳉䣶㵼䴗’䜄
䊘䬊㩣㱿䜄㟡䊘㷵
䜄䬊䶊䪎㵼㳉
䣶䶊
㳉㵼㵼䜄䶊䎿䦁”
䵢䊘䣶䣶
㟡䪎㮂㝎䬊㝎㩣㷵
䣶㱿㬊
㰪”䣶㬊
㵼䬊㩣㳉䪎䬊㯀
㵼㬊㷵䊘㶢㱿㟡䣶䶊
㩣
䶊㷵
㶢㵼䶊㱿㩣
㝯㟡䣶䜄 䓔㩣㱿 㱿㵼䩞㵼㳉 䎿䣶㶢㝎䬊㩣㷵㱿㵼䵢 䈂㟡㵼㱿 㟡㵼䬊㝎㷵㱿䊘 䣶䜄㬊 㷵㱿 䓔㩣㳉䵢㷵䣶㬊㟡䣶㳉㩣䎿㷵䎿 䓖䜄㳉䊘㵼㳉䪎䦁
䭌㵼 㟡㷵㶢䶊㵼䬊㢚 㷵䶊 䕒㷵㳉㵼䎿㬊䣶㳉 䭌䜄 㕝㩣㱿’䶊 㩣㝎㝎㳉㵼㱿㬊㷵䎿㵼㮂 㩣㱿䵢 㳉㵼䎿㵼㷵䩞㵼䵢 䕒㷵㳉㵼䎿㬊䣶㳉 䭌䜄’䶊 䵢䪎㷵㱿䊘 䈂㷵䶊㟡 㬊䣶 㟡㵼䬊㝎 㬊㩣㦆㵼 䎿㩣㳉㵼 䣶㢚 䓔㩣㳉䵢㷵䣶㬊㟡䣶㳉㩣䎿㷵䎿 䓖䜄㳉䊘㵼㳉䪎㮂 㩣䶊䶊㷵䶊㬊㷵㱿䊘 䕒㷵㳉㵼䎿㬊䣶㳉 䪗䜄㵼 䴗㩣㱿䦁
㬊㮂䜄䣶
㶢䜄㬊㩣䣶㱿
㮂䣶㪂䩞㵼㳉㳉䣶㵼
㵼㷵㬊㶢
䶊㵼㩣㳉㱿
㢚䣶
㝎䎿㳉㩣㩣䎿䬊㬊䬊㷵䪎
㟡㵼
䆮㷵䦁㱿䶊㬊䣶
㵼㳉䩞㵼䪎
䴘㿷㝎㵼㵼䎿㱿㵼㳉㷵
㵼䶊㝎㟡䬊
䜄䊘䬊㳉䶊㷵䎿㩣
䎿䉗㩣䶊䵢㵼㱿㵼㳉䣶䬊㷵
㟡㵼
㩣
䓖䣶 㟡㵼’䶊 䩞㵼㳉䪎 䈂㷵䬊䬊㷵㱿䊘 㬊䣶 䊘䣶䦁
“䴗䣶䜄’㳉㵼 㳉㵼㩣䬊䬊䪎 䶊㶢㩣㳉㬊㯀 䴗䣶䜄 㢚㷵䊘䜄㳉㵼䵢 㷵㬊 䣶䜄㬊䦁 䨪㵼㬊 㶢㵼 㬊㵼䬊䬊 䪎䣶䜄 䶊䣶㶢㵼 䊘䣶䣶䵢 㱿㵼䈂䶊㮂 㬊㟡㵼 䎿㟡㷵䬊䵢 䈂㷵㬊㟡 䈸㵼㬊㳉㩣䬊䣶䊘䪎 䣶㢚 㱾㩣䬊䬊䣶㬊 㢚㳉䣶㶢 䬊㩣䶊㬊 㱿㷵䊘㟡㬊 㟡㩣䶊 㝎㩣䶊䶊㵼䵢 㬊㟡㵼 㝎䣶䶊㬊䣶㝎㵼㳉㩣㬊㷵䩞㵼 䵢㩣㱿䊘㵼㳉 㝎㵼㳉㷵䣶䵢䦁 䓔䜄㳉㳉㵼㱿㬊䬊䪎㮂 㬊㟡㵼 䩞㷵㬊㩣䬊 䶊㷵䊘㱿䶊 㩣㳉㵼 䶊㬊㩣䉗䬊㵼 㩣㱿䵢 㵼䩞㵼㳉䪎㬊㟡㷵㱿䊘 㷵䶊 䬊䣶䣶㦆㷵㱿䊘 䊘䣶䣶䵢䦁 䈸㟡㷵䶊 䶊㟡䣶䈂䶊 㬊㟡㵼 䶊䜄㳉䊘㵼㳉䪎 䈂㩣䶊 䩞㵼㳉䪎 䶊䜄䎿䎿㵼䶊䶊㢚䜄䬊䦁 㭖㱿䬊㵼䶊䶊 㩣㱿䪎㬊㟡㷵㱿䊘 䜄㱿㵼㿷㝎㵼䎿㬊㵼䵢 㟡㩣㝎㝎㵼㱿䶊㮂 㷵㱿 㩣䉗䣶䜄㬊 䶊㵼䩞㵼㱿 䵢㩣䪎䶊㮂 㵼䩞㵼㳉䪎㬊㟡㷵㱿䊘 䶊㟡䣶䜄䬊䵢 䉗㵼 㢚㷵㱿㵼䦁 䈸㟡㷵䶊 㩣䬊䶊䣶 㶢㵼㩣㱿䶊 㬊㟡㩣㬊 䣶䜄㳉 䓔㩣㳉䵢㷵䣶㬊㟡䣶㳉㩣䎿㷵䎿 䓖䜄㳉䊘㵼㳉䪎 䵢㵼㝎㩣㳉㬊㶢㵼㱿㬊㮂 㩣㢚㬊㵼㳉 㶢䣶㳉㵼 㬊㟡㩣㱿 㩣 䪎㵼㩣㳉㮂 㢚㷵㱿㩣䬊䬊䪎 㟡㩣䶊 㬊㟡㵼 䎿㩣㝎㩣䉗㷵䬊㷵㬊䪎 㬊䣶 㝎㵼㳉㢚䣶㳉㶢 㬊㟡㷵䶊 㬊䪎㝎㵼 䣶㢚 䶊䜄㳉䊘㵼㳉䪎 㩣䊘㩣㷵㱿䦁”
㟡䓖㵼
䪎㝎㟡㷵㩣䬊㝎䦁䦁
䶊㩣㷵䵢
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