Liu Muqiao had not slept for more than 60 hours, and Zhao Yilin felt distressed and helpless.
Although Professor Hao still wanted to keep Liu Muqiao to discuss some issues, Zhao Yilin firmly disagreed.
"I haven't slept for almost 70 hours. I have to let him have a good sleep."
Professor Hao made a face and patted Liu Miqiao on the shoulder: "Hurry up and go to sleep. It would be a serious sin to die suddenly."
Liu Muqiao consumed a total of 5 Hui Qi Pills. He was not sure whether the Hui Qi Pills were harmful or not. What if he took so many at one time and was harmful?
Returning to Antai Hospital, Liu Maqiao dove into bed and fell asleep.
However, it was Zhao Yilin's turn to break out in a cold sweat. Not long after he returned to the department, he received three calls in a row, all from the emergency center. Three cerebral hemorrhage patients were rushing to the hospital, and they were all very critical.
"No answer!"
However, I regretted it as soon as I said it.
Where does the hospital have the right to refuse to admit patients? Saving lives and healing the wounded is priceless.
The problem is that Liu Muqiao has only been back for ten minutes, and if he doesn't get some sleep, he is really afraid of losing his life.
Xiang Lifang looked at Zhao Yilin and said, "How could you do this? Old Zhao, this is not your style."
Zhao Yilin smiled bitterly and said, "There is no room for an extra bed."
Xiang Lifang said: "Don't deal with me. The extra bed is my business. You only need to admit patients. If there are no patients, we will eat air?"
Zhao Yilin stared and said: "You are so heartless. There are so many patients, and there are more than 150 beds. They are full, and you still want to eat air?"
Xiang Lifang did not give in, "We have added 10 more nurses and 4 doctors, all of whom are here to get paid. If we don't do more, how can we achieve any performance?"
Zhao Yilin smiled bitterly and said, "Head nurse, how much performance did you get last month? Your performance alone is the highest among the nursing team in the whole hospital, plus your salary is more than 5,000, you are already fast. After one year
, more than 200,000."
Xiang Lifang said: "Old Zhao, don't be proud. With this little money, you can't be a young nurse in an affiliated hospital. A classmate of mine is in the provincial hospital, and she earned 300,000 yuan last year. Comrade Old Zhao, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrade
Still need to work hard."
Zhao Yilin himself felt a little regretful. He had already said the words and could not call 120 back. Looking at his watch again, it was almost time to get off work.
He also wanted to take a good rest. He had not returned home yet after returning from the capital.
Just as I was getting ready to go out, the phone rang again.
It’s still a call from 120.
"The patient's family cannot do their job, so they insist on going to your hospital and prepare to receive the patient."
"Okay."
Zhao Yilin became energetic.
"Call Zou Qingxiang, Lu Lu, and Wen Xingyu back. There are three critically ill patients."
"Where's Liu Muqiao?"
"Liu Muqiao, please don't disturb him. Let him sleep for a while."
After a while, Dr. Zou, Lu Lu, and Wen Xingyu arrived.
When they saw Zhao Yilin, they shrank their heads and hid their eyes as much as possible, not daring to look at Zhao Yilin.
Dr. Zou felt even more guilty. Both patients died at his hands. He felt like a burden, dragging down Liu Miqiao's team.
He lowered his head like a sinner.
Zhao Yilin pretended not to see him and said: "Lu Lu and Wen Xingyu, you go to the intensive care unit to make room for three beds. If there are not enough, add extra beds."
When Dr. Zou saw that Zhao Yilin did not assign any tasks to him, he probably had something to say to him, so he quickly came over.
Zhao Yilin raised his eyelids: "Another one died?"
"I feel a little unfair." Dr. Zou's voice was low and lacked energy.
"Injustice?"
"Yeah."
"Then tell me."
"I just have bad luck. I usually do the same thing when you are here, and I didn't make any mistakes when you left. However, the patient died for some reason and cannot be saved."
"Oh, you haven't found the reason yet?" Zhao Yilin stood up, "What did Liu Jianxin say?"
"He also said that we are unlucky. He said that it is unlucky to partner with me. I think I may really be unlucky."
Zhao Yilin walked around in a circle, "You still believe this! I tell you, you have to learn from Liu Muqiao. Just now in the affiliated hospital, a dying patient was saved by him."
"??????"
"Do you know who he was trying to save just now?"
"I don't know."
"Kumamotoji!"
"Ah, Kumamotoji?"
"Yeah."
"This is a big shot!"
Zhao Yilin glanced at Dr. Zou with contempt.
I gave you two chances to work independently, and you lost two patients. I really don’t know how you did it. You touched something dirty, and bad luck followed you.
"Hey, director, aren't you going to call me Liu Miqiao?"
Dr. Zou was a little uneasy and wanted him to do the puncture alone, even if he wanted to kill him.
"Liu Muqiao just went to bed. He hasn't slept for almost 70 hours. Aren't you afraid of his sudden death?"
"??????" Dr. Zou had nothing to say. He also knew that Liu Maqiao had not slept for almost three days and three nights.
"So, the three patients are all yours. If you want to respect the Bodhisattva, you should do so quickly. Anyway, of the three patients, none of them can die."
After listening to Zhao Yilin's words, Dr. Zou started to tremble all over.
It’s hard to say this, this, this??????, one after another, two is no more than three, and if there is a second, there will be a third. This is the experience summed up by our ancestors.
"It's useless to shake. I won't wake up Liu Miqiao anyway," Zhao Yilin said.
Dr. Zou had no choice but to really pray to God.
The first patient arrived and had a CT scan. He was bleeding from the basal ganglia, about 110 ml, and he was a critically ill patient.
Lu Lu and Wen Xingyu were ready quickly, waiting for Dr. Zou to give the injection.
Dr. Zou was very nervous, his feet felt weak, and he moved to the bedside step by step with difficulty.
He picked up the puncture needle and looked at Zhao Yilin, "Shall I do it?"
"What the hell! You're not wearing any gloves!" Zhao Yilin shouted in a low voice.
When Dr. Zou saw it, he was like, wow, how nervous are you!
Not even wearing gloves.
I quickly washed my hands again, made preparations again, opened another puncture kit, and started the puncture without hesitation.
The procedure was quite successful, but the problem was that Dr. Zou felt very guilty, and the pressure he felt in his hands was not certain at all.
"Lu Lu, call Liu Miqiao quickly, I can't stand it any longer!"
"You have to hold on even if you can't help it! No one is allowed to wake up Liu Miqiao, he only fell asleep for half an hour." Zhao Yilin was arrogant and unreasonable.
Dr. Zou is scared. He has to hold on even if he can’t help it.
Yes, hold on!
He began to bleed.
10 ml, add slowly.
"Are you still alive?" Dr. Zou raised his head and asked Zhao Yilin.
Zhao Yilin glanced at him and was horrified.
Is this still Dr. Zou?
The eyeballs are sunken, with a circle of dark circles, and the eyes are dull and dull, like dead fish. The wrinkles on the face are numerous and deep, and the mouth is trembling.
Fifty years older!
What a huge trauma!
"Are you still alive?" Dr. Zou asked again.
"Are you talking about you or the patient?" Zhao Yilin had to ask.
"Sick??????patient."
"Still alive. You are fine as you are. Keep going!"
"You're not dead yet. Okay, I'll continue."
Dr. Zou was bleeding as he spoke, working in a daze like a zombie.
Added another 10 ml.
He raised his head again and asked: "Are you dead???????"
"Damn you, mother!" Zhao Yilin was furious. Are you a doctor like this? "Be strong, this is good now, let go slowly."
"I am already very strong."
This chapter has been completed!