At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming followed Dr. Xiong Jing to Ward C of the heart transplant patient in the Department of Cardiology.
Through the large transparent window, Yu Zhiming saw five or six people wearing sterile isolation gowns surrounding the patient's bed.
"This trial may involve considerable risks, so I will ask the patient to talk to his family to avoid any eventuality."
Xiong Jing explained, and then sighed: "If there is no improvement, we will walk towards death step by step."
"It's time for a preview."
As he spoke, he gestured to the nurse in the ward and took Yu Zhiming to prepare.
Nearly ten minutes later, Yu Zhiming and Dr. Xiong, wearing sterile isolation gowns, entered Ward C.
The scene was replaced by the patients' family members outside the ward, watching them through the window.
There are six family members in total, including three elderly people, the patient’s wife, and two young children.
Their eyes were burning and full of hope, and Yu Zhiming was afraid to look at them.
As far as the treatment of this patient is concerned, Yu Zhiming is just a pure tool, and he can do very little.
He could only pray together with his family members that the medicine prepared by Dr. Xiong this time would have a good effect.
The nurse in ward c closed the curtains.
This is to prevent patients from experiencing adverse reactions after testing the drug and requiring emergency rescue.
This rescue process must be prevented from being seen by family members, so as not to cause physical and mental stimulation to the family members.
At this time, the patient may have exhausted his physical strength and energy in previous interactions with his family members and has fallen asleep.
Xiong didn't bring his assistant this time.
He himself delivered one-fifth of the dose of the drug into the patient's body through oral administration and injection.
Ten minutes later, when the drug had fully taken effect, Yu Zhiming explored the patient's heart again.
A heart beating weakly.
Yu Zhiming slowly had a feeling, like a dying and thirsty traveler, stumbling forward in the desert, with the possibility of falling down anytime and anywhere.
Alas, no miracle happened after all.
Yu Zhiming sighed secretly in his heart and looked up at Dr. Xiong Jing opposite.
Just as he was about to shake his head, Yu Zhiming's mind flashed to the eyes of two young children lying on the glass looking over.
The eyes were full of worry and longing.
Yu Zhiming turned his attention back to the patient again.
Compared with last time, he clearly noticed that the patient's physical condition was much worse.
Indeed, as Dr. Xiong said before, if there is no improvement in treatment, if the heart weakens even more, it is likely to collapse and stop beating.
After thinking for a moment, Yu Zhiming calmed down and once again explored and sensed the patient's heart.
Looking forward to finding out the possibility of salvation.
After exploring again for a while, Yu Zhimingmomohuhu had a feeling.
It seems that this heart has improved a little bit.
Like a person who is about to die of thirst in the desert, he finally finds a few drops of dew and drinks it.
It works, but the effect is better than nothing.
Yu Zhiming once again turned his attention to Dr. Xiong Jing and said slowly: "Dr. Xiong, the patient has been receiving various drug treatments since the surgery until now."
"Has the body developed enough resistance?"
Xiong actually nodded and replied: "It's possible."
He immediately woke up and said urgently: "Dr. Yu, do you mean that one-fifth of the dose of the test drug cannot produce a stimulating effect due to the offset of drug resistance and other factors?"
Yu Zhiming said: "I'm not sure about this."
"It's just that in my perception, compared to the previous two trials, this trial still has some positive effects, but it's just too slight."
"If I hadn't concentrated on my perception, I wouldn't have noticed it."
These words made the bear become confused.
"That's because my prescription is wrong and it has no effect?"
"Or is it because the dosage is insufficient and is offset by drug resistance, resulting in minimal effect?"
Yu Zhiming suggested: "Dr. Xiong, there is only one verification method, let the patient take the full dose of the drug."
After a pause, he added: "I think the full dose of medicine is still a bit insufficient. It would be better to take 1.5 times."
"One point five times?"
Xiong Jing's eyes doubled in size and asked: "Doctor Yu, do you know what five times this means?"
"Based on the patient's current physical and mental condition, if this drug does not have the effect we expected, it will become a life-threatening drug and send the patient away directly."
While the two were talking, Yu Zhiming's hand never left the patient's left chest.
He said with determination: "Doctor Xiong, I am sure that the medicine you dispense this time will have good results."
"That's the amount of medicine..."
Yu Zhiming felt it again and said: "The full dose should be insufficient. I think it is best to increase it to 1.5 times."
"What do you think?" Xiong Jing's tone was full of doubts.
Yu Zhiming explained: "Dr. Xiong, I often make diagnoses based on my feelings."
"Let's put it this way, I'm pretty lucky. So far, I haven't missed the feeling."
Xiong Jing's eyebrows formed a knot, "The problem is, this time it's medication, not diagnosis."
Yu Zhiming withdrew his hand from the patient and remained silent.
What he wants to say has already been said. How to make a decision is Dr. Xiong Jing’s business.
Yu Zhiming couldn't put more pressure on Dr. Xiong because he couldn't guarantee that his feeling this time was right.
Furthermore, if there was something really wrong with this treatment, it was Dr. Xiong who took the responsibility.
Not him.
Yu Zhiming only has the right to make suggestions, and it is not easy to turn against customers.
Xiong walked back and forth in the ward several times anxiously, then suddenly stopped and looked at Yu Zhiming.
"Doctor Yu, your assistance work here today is over, you can go back first."
"I need someone to think carefully."
Yu Zhiming hummed, nodded to Dr. Xiong, and exited the ward.
As soon as he came out of the c, in addition to Zhou Mo and Qing Ning who were guarding outside, they immediately came over, and the patient's family members also gathered around.
"Doctor Yu, how is my son?"
"Is my husband feeling better?"
"Doctor, who is my father?"
Yu Zhiming faced the patient's anxious or worried eyes and replied: "It hasn't gotten better, and it hasn't gotten worse either."
"Doctor Xiong is still thinking about treatment methods inside..."
He briefly answered a few questions about the family's concerns, and then left the cardiac surgery department with Qing Ning and Zhou Mo.
Gu Qingning showed Yu Zhiming the chess box in her hand and said with a smile: "Zhiming, Mr. Cao signed the chess transfer agreement."
"The transfer price is fifty thousand."
Yu Zhi snorted and said, "I hope we can find something during the next inspection when he has a fever."
Gu Qingning chuckled and said: "There will definitely be discoveries. There are no incurable diseases that you can't solve yet."
Yu Zhiming reached out and tapped the tip of her nose and said, "You are more confident than me."
Gu Qingning said hey: "Of course I have confidence in you. This confidence is based on the various cases that you have successfully solved one after another."
"You have never disappointed anyone."
Yu Zhiming chuckled...
After four o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming returned to his rental apartment in Zijinyuan Community.
He washed up for a while and then went back to the bedroom to rest...
Huashan Hospital, Cardiac Surgery.
Xiong had actually returned to his office, pacing between the door and the window.
He has been doing this for more than half an hour.
After thinking to no avail, he sighed irritably and subconsciously reached out to pull his hair.
By the time the bear realized something was wrong, he had already pulled out thirty or forty hairs in his hands.
This made him feel distressed.
My hair is already very thin, and if I continue like this, I will become bald in a short time.
He thought for a moment, picked up the mobile phone on his desk, found Dr. Wang Chunyuan's number, and dialed it.
The phone rang twice and was answered.
"Doctor Xiong, what's wrong?"
"It's the same heart transplant patient, something new happened today..."
Xiong actually recounted what happened in ward C in the afternoon in detail.
"Doctor Wang, this is 1.5 times the amount of medicine. If you don't do it, someone might die."
Wang Chunyuan asked during the call: "Dr. Xiong, if you are so troubled, do you also agree with Dr. Yu's suggestion?"
This...
Xiong Jing was silent for a moment and said: "A person's name is like a tree's shadow. Dr. Yu has used countless examples to prove his medical prowess. I don't think I can ignore his suggestions."
"It's just that this involves the patient's life after all."
"The important thing is that this is the field of medicine for heart transplantation, and Dr. Yu has not shown any ability in this area before."
Wang Chunyuan smiled and asked again: "Since you have so many concerns, why don't you use your own medication plan?"
Xiong Jing explained: "As far as the patient's physical and mental condition is concerned, if you need to work hard and slowly, it will only make the situation worse. The patient's heart can no longer afford much trouble."
"Let the patient take the medicine according to my dosage. If the effect is not optimal, the final degree of recovery will be limited."
"It doesn't make much sense to linger on for another three to five months!"
After a moment of silence, Wang Chunyuan said on the phone: "Dr. Xiong, if you are not confident in your own plan, just follow Dr. Yu's suggestion."
"Why?" Xiong blurted out and asked.
Wang Chunyuan replied: "Dr. Yu has perceptive abilities that none of us have, and he also has amazing medical intuition."
"Although it is a bit mysterious, it is the fact."
"Let's put it this way, if Dr. Yu and I disagree on the diagnosis of a patient's condition, I will believe him instead of myself."
"Because Dr. Yu hasn't missed it yet."
Xiong couldn't help but question: "But..."
"Nothing but!"
Wang Chunyuan interrupted: "Dr. Xiong, you don't have confidence in your own medication plan, so why don't you trust the person who is always right?"
After a pause, he chuckled and said: "In treating patients, sometimes you need to gamble on luck and make big or small decisions."
"For example, you now have to choose between taking twice as much medicine or taking 1.5 times as much medicine."
"Dr. Xiong, think about the similar things you have experienced. Did you make the right choice?"
