My daughter, who was soaked to the skin in the middle of the night last night, came home and knew something was wrong. She quietly got up and stood at her door at night, and she could still hear low cries in the room.
Who knew that my daughter would be in a coma when she woke up early in the morning and couldn't open her eyes.
Her voice was trembling, but her hands were strong. The young man's hand that was holding the doctor's collar was shaken loose, and Yan Zisong was stunned.
The crowd watching the excitement in the corridor had tightly surrounded the four people present, and the discussion was almost more intense than the parties involved.
Qin Yanzhi really cared about this at this moment, but couldn't care about that. He held Yan Zisong's hand and had to take it off, turned around and hugged his wife tightly, "Yabei, don't be like this...
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"Get out!!!" In a sharp voice mixed with tears, the woman still refused to stop struggling in her husband's arms and kicked on the young man's leg, "Husband, let him get out! Let him get out!
It was all his fault..."
A footprint appeared out of thin air on the dark blue straight trousers. The people next to him were pointing. The frightened doctor had already picked up his folder and returned to the office for the second time. Each of the family members was more unreasonable than the other.
ways to communicate.
The patients are their relatives, and they want to waste time. As a doctor, he is naturally helpless, right?
The man who was stunned didn't waste much time. In the noisy environment, after making a few phone calls and twenty minutes later, several medical staff wearing uniforms from the Sanatorium and Hospital and an emergency stretcher arrived.
"Uncle Qin, we have transferred to another hospital. We have contacted the ward and invited experts from the Department of Respiratory Medicine to come over now for consultation."
Yan Zisong gave up the possibility of communicating with Ms. Ning and explained directly to Qin Yanzhi, who was still relatively rational.
Qin Yanzhi barely paused before agreeing to this unpopular man's undeniable arrangement. Everyone knew which plan was the most beneficial. In the face of her daughter's life and health, everything else was no longer important.
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In the intensive care unit of Sanatorium & Hospital, Qin Yanzhi sat with family members waiting, comforting his wife who was crying softly in his arms.
Yan Zisong stood at the door of the ward and never sat down.
The ward door opened, and one of the three doctors who walked out, a male doctor in his fifties, stopped in his tracks. Yan Zisong greeted "Dean Li!" and went up to greet Mr. and Mrs. Qin who were sitting on the chair.
He also quickly stood up.
"The physical examination and blood tests are not optimistic, and the patient has serious complications. Biochemical examination and culture are in progress. Now she is put on a ventilator and two second-line new antibiotics are applied. According to the monitoring and culture results
Let’s discuss it again.”
The older doctor had a professional, serious and gentle expression. Although he could not be called enthusiastic, he could not be considered indifferent. Perhaps he knew that no one could understand him, but he still explained clearly. This attitude made everyone present.
The family members couldn't help but feel confident.
Yan Zisong weakly held up his forehead. He really wanted to ask some straightforward questions such as 'When will he wake up?' and 'Will his life be really in danger?', but he couldn't open his mouth.
He was afraid of hearing the nationally renowned respiratory expert say things like, 'It depends on the situation', 'I can't say for sure'. For the first time, he felt that when facing a person, he was full of longings and questions but didn't have the courage to say anything.
exit.
But Ning Yabei couldn't bear the torture and asked directly, "Dean Li, will my daughter's life be in danger?"