"We can come in at any time and discover changes in his condition as quickly as possible, instead of waiting until his current condition occurs."
"There's a monitor on—"
"As I told you, the monitor only monitors heart rate, blood pressure, and breathing. It is impossible to monitor the condition of all organs in the body. Let alone the brain."
What the doctor said was true. She originally thought that the young doctor had lied to her. After all, wasn't it said that the monitor was a powerful high-tech device that could monitor whether a patient would die? Why couldn't it monitor the brain? Mrs. Guo cried loudly:
"What if my husband dies?"
"Don't cry yet. Tell me, has he taken any medicine?"
"How do I know if he has taken any medicine in private?"
"Think about it carefully."
The doctor asked the patient's family to recall carefully because one of the common causes of this situation is that the patient himself took the wrong medicine.
"I can't remember. He wouldn't tell me what he did." Mrs. Guo said, kneeling on the ground and grabbing Sun Yubo's hand, "Doctor, please save my husband. I can't live without him.
Yes, I completely depend on him."
We must try our best to save him. The two doctors from the hepatobiliary surgery department checked the patient's condition again and determined that the patient's current condition should be between lethargy and light coma. Maybe there is still hope? It's just very difficult.
It's serious.
"Should I be transferred to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department immediately?" Sun Yubo asked. The patient's current condition is no longer within the scope of general surgery II. It would be best if he could be transferred to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department for specialist treatment.
"If he is transferred to our department, he needs to be admitted to the intensive care unit, otherwise he will have to be transferred to the ICU." He Guangyou said.
The Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery has a small ICU ward, but the number of beds cannot be compared with the ICU and extracardiac areas. There are only five beds in total. Those five beds must always be full. Now to move one out, the doctor must consider the situation of other patients.
.In the ICU, hepatobiliary doctors can also be sent to give patients artificial livers if necessary. Are there any beds?
As the chief resident, Huang Zhilei called the ICU to ask about the bed. First, let the patient's family calm down and let the nurse come in to give the patient an intravenous drip. A group of doctors went out to avoid irritating the family again. Many subsequent medical procedures need to continue.
"You have to notify Director Shen immediately." Tao Zhijie suddenly gave an order to Sun Yubo in a very heavy voice.
The rapid deterioration of the patient's condition in the middle of the night was obviously beyond the previous expectations of the doctor during the day. The patient's family members are now in an unstable mental state. Based on the above situation, the patient's doctor in charge must be informed.
After receiving this instruction, Sun Yubo walked to the corridor outside, scratched his head and called the second-line teacher Shi Xu to report the situation.
In fact, they originally wanted to consult someone from the hepatobiliary surgery department, but they did not expect that the patient's condition deteriorated so quickly that he fell into a lethargic and light coma in a blink of an eye.
The patient's condition is probably not good. The condition is progressing too fast. The liver cells are probably damaged in large quantities. If the cause of the disease cannot be found, I may not be able to save my life. Because the Buddha of Hepatobiliary Surgery said so.
Sometimes a person's life and death really just happen in the blink of an eye. Xie Wanying's expression was solemn, recalling Xiao Zhang's mother whom she met on the first day she came to the clinic. "Did you see it, Yingying?"
Hearing the voice, Xie Wanying turned her head and said, "Senior Brother Tao, I definitely didn't judge this alone."
