The dishes that follow are naturally cooked by Liu Muqiao.
Liu Muqiao didn't explain, and this can't be explained either.
Xie Min did not force Liu Muqiao to explain.
Is it useful?
Others don’t know about Liu Muqiao, but Xie Min does.
It can be said that Liu Muqiao has been transparent in front of Xie Min since he was a child. Does he have any secrets?
Xie Min doesn't need Liu Maqiao to explain, the only possibility is that he has this talent.
Yes, talent.
Other than talent, any other explanation is false.
"Mom, I want to ask you to cook a dish."
"Braised pork?"
"Yeah."
"Your craftsmanship is much better than mine."
"No, no matter how good my craftsmanship is, I can't cook it to taste like my mother. What you cook is the most delicious in the world. I like it."
Xie Min silently took the shovel and turned her back. The tears in her eyes finally rolled down.
……
Liu Muqiao returned to the hospital.
Although he is still an intern, like ordinary doctors, he has no holidays at all. Except for business trips to other places, 365 days a year, otherwise, every day belongs to the patient.
Many children of doctors do not study medicine, which is one of the reasons.
A serious patient came to the Department of Neurology. He had to leave the more than 30 brothers and sisters in the orphanage and Xie Min and others. The food on the table was still hot, so Liu Maqiao could only take a few quick bites, leave his job and go out.
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"Can you hurry up?"
Liu Muqiao urged the taxi driver many times.
When we arrived in the intensive care unit, the puncture had already started, but it was not going well. Dr. Zou tried several times with trepidation, but then gave up.
Replaced by Lu Lu.
Facing such a serious and critical patient, Lu Lu was naturally frightened, and he started puncture under the pressure of Dr. Zou.
By chance, Liu Maqiao came in at this time.
He first looked at the CT, general condition and vital signs, and Zhao Yilin was reporting.
He was doing two things at once, listening to Zhao Yilin's introduction to the condition and watching the CT films.
Well, he is a critically ill patient, bleeding 150 ml.
"Doctor Zou, come here!" Liu Miqiao shouted softly.
"I...can't do it!" Dr. Zou was still trembling.
"Who said you can't do it? Isn't it just a bleeding volume of 150 milliliters?"
"No, no, I already have two dead in my hands."
"Of four hundred patients, two died is nothing. In other hospitals, forty would have died."
"Then...let me try."
"Whatever you try, you can do it! Say it loudly, I can do it!"
"I can do it."
"Louder!"
"I can do it!"
"Bigger!"
"I can do it!!!"
"Well, that's pretty much it."
Dr. Zou started puncture.
In the corner at the other end of the intensive care unit, a faint voice said: "This doctor is a bit precious."
Liu Muqiao burst out laughing and said, "Old Lin, I will transfer you to the general ward tomorrow. How do you feel?"
"Thank you very much, Dr. Liu. My headache is gone. It's a good idea to go out and have someone to talk to."
"Outside, will your person come to see you?" Zhao Yilin joked.
"Hey, people are like this, why do we need that person? He is useless, useless, and crippled." Lao Lin lamented on the hospital bed.
"Don't think like that. Your prognosis will be better. I have a new method. If you try it, most of your functions will be restored."
Liu Miqiao watched Dr. Zou perform the operation and comforted the patient named Lin.
"Slow down and feel the pressure." Liu Miqiao reminded.
"The pressure is very high, exceeding 30 centimeters of water column."
"Well, put 20 ml."
Dr. Zou slowly bleeds.
He is now businesslike and not nervous at all.
"Dr. Zou is a bit precious."
The patient surnamed Lin began to hurt Dr. Zou again. He saw everything about the scene just now. Dr. Zou was almost shaking all over. Even the patient who was twenty meters away saw it.
"Old Lin, please don't hurt Dr. Zou. He also did your puncture for you. Aren't you very good now?" Liu Muqiao said.
"I didn't hurt him. Two of them died in his hands. They said that two will definitely lead to three. Now I feel scared when I think about it."
"How do you know that two of them died in his hands?"
"What he said himself is that before you came, he refused to do puncture, saying that two people died in his hands, and if he did it again, this one would definitely be the third one."
Nurse Monroe chuckled.
Dr. Zou didn't react at all. He concentrated on doing the puncture, almost without any interference from the outside.
Blood, changed, 160 ml.
Next is rinsing.
0.9% normal saline, 10 mg dexamethasone, 10 ml 1% lidocaine, 2 mg norepinephrine.
This is the new recipe.
Liu Muqiao discovered a problem. The knowledge in his mind was not static, but was actually being updated. This is really exciting news.
Perhaps Liu Miqiao grasped the latest developments in the world immediately.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at?"
Zhao Yilin is looking at the patient's pupils.
"I'm thinking that Johns Hopkins Hospital, in order to cooperate with the so-called elites in their country, wants to cut off cooperation with us. I can say that in a few years, they will regret it to death." Liu Maqiao said.
"Are you sure they regret it?" Zhao Yilin was not so confident.
"Of course I'm sure. As long as our neurology building is built and the instruments and equipment are purchased, I can say that we can overcome the sequelae of stroke."
Liu Muqiao is becoming more and more confident. He noticed that functional exercise combined with traditional Chinese medicine formula will make a real breakthrough in the treatment of stroke sequelae.
The key is to formulate a functional exercise plan, what content to train, and how to train.
"The key now is that you have to find me a few people who love this job, and I want to train them into trainers."
Zhao Yilin just finished checking the patient. Generally speaking, the patient was in good condition and said, "If you want someone, let me tell you how many you want."
"Four men and four women, a bachelor's degree is enough, preferably a massage and acupuncture major."
"Do you know acupuncture and massage?"
"It doesn't matter if I don't know how to do it. I'll ask Director Peng to train them."
The voice in the corner over there spoke again.
"You have to hurry up. I will be your first patient. If I don't leave the hospital, how will I see people when I go back like this? My mouth is crooked and my hands and feet are paralyzed. If I go back like this, my image as a handsome guy will be completely ruined.
Got it." The patient named Lin said leisurely.
"Old Lin, I promise to cure your complications and your handsome image will not be damaged at all. However, there is a condition. You have to bring your mistress to us." Zhao Yilin said.
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"Okay, we have an agreement. However, I also have a condition. If I bring one, you must also bring one."
"Oh, this is troublesome, I don't have one."
"No? Only a ghost would believe you. You doctors are rich, have status, and have a wide range of contacts, especially you have so many nurses. Would you not?"
Zhao Yilin laughed and said, "Old Lin, it's so unfair. Look, we spend most of our time rescuing patients, so how can we have time? Otherwise, Monroe, you can just be my mistress."
Monroe pouted, the meaning was very clear, you are old, greasy uncle, I will treat you less favorably?
Her eyes glanced at Liu Miqiao.
This chapter has been completed!