The process shows how difficult this drainage process is.
Regarding this point, Huang Zhilei, who did not look back at classmate Pan, knew better. He saw beads of sweat on the forehead of junior sister Xie Wanying. The junior sister was not overexerting because Yue Wentong helped her support the patient. This junior sister was thinking
Trying my best.
If Senior Brother Cao were here, he would probably be worried about Junior Sister's mental overexertion again.
Huang Zhilei thought for a while, then imitated Senior Brother Cao and patted the little junior sister on the back to relax the little junior sister's nerves.
Feeling Senior Brother Huang's hand patting her back, Xie Wanying didn't know what was wrong with her, and the figure of Senior Brother Cao appeared in her mind.
"Don't stop, don't stop, keep pulling." Li Guoxin and Director Zheng shouted to Pan, who was pulling the drainage tube.
Pan Shihua was startled: What the hell. Didn't the teachers always tell them to be cautious before?
Seeing that his hand was about to stop, Li Guoxin hurriedly held his wrist, took his hand and pulled the drainage tube.
Several classmates were frightened by the professor's "violent" actions. Xie Wanying and the others had to think: their so-called "rude" actions were nothing compared to the teacher.
At the same time as the teacher moved, Xie Wanying clenched her hands into fists and pressed them against the patient's back to exert force. The long "dirty stuff" at the back flowed out of the patient's abdominal cavity, indicating that the head of the rubber tube was finally at the critical position for drainage.
The culprit inside the patient's body came out.
A group of people all turned their attention to her, but she was too eye-catching just now.
Other students who had no experience with the teachers finally realized who was the most powerful among them: the real master was hidden behind the scenes.
Cough. The patient coughs twice in his throat, indicating that he can breathe.
"Do you feel better?" Director Zheng patted the patient's shoulder and said in a comforting and encouraging manner, "Be strong, young man, you are getting better soon, everything will be over. Let's do this tonight, we will see if the situation requires it tomorrow.
I'll flush the tube again, and as long as all the pus inside it comes out, your fever will subside. If you don't have a fever, you will slowly get better. The most important thing about your disease is that you can't be infected again."
The mother of the patient standing outside the door, Chen Chengran's mother, seemed to have heard what the doctor in the ward said, and her tears fell down. This time, the whimpering did not reveal despair, but realized from the doctor's words: son
saved.
Chen Chengran's father, like a man, looked up at the ceiling and shed tears: It was not easy for his son to be saved.
I need to thank the doctors, especially the two young doctors.
The drainage should be sent for testing immediately. The experienced doctor can adjust the medication plan for the patient based on his experience in judging the drainage with the naked eye.
The director and professor went out to talk to the family members. Dr. Jiang went to write medical orders. Everyone watching left. Huang Zhilei, the chief resident, went out to answer the phone. Only three classmates, Xie Wanying and others, were left in the ward.
The three people looked at the patient quietly.
Chen Chengran's breathing became more and more steady, and the ECG monitor showed that his heart rate had dropped to a relatively stable seventy beats per minute. His body temperature was dropping, and everything was getting better.
"He will get better." Xie Wanying said softly to classmate Pan.
"Thank you, Yingying." Pan Shihua replied, his face was a little pale and his expression was gloomy. It was obvious that he was happy that his classmate was saved, but he was not very happy on the other hand.