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【2468】Ferocious style

After the patient is transferred to the PICU, the various data records required by the PICU are much stricter and more detailed than those in the ward, so the number of medical records naturally increases.

"Zhu Xing, what do you think?" Wei Shangquan stood at the head of the bed. When he saw the child's eyelids blinking, he came closer and asked the child.

Zhu Xing's eyelids were swollen and it was difficult to open them.

"Are you giving him intravenous furosemide twice a day now?" Cao Zhao asked the PICU doctor.

"Yes." Yu Minghui nodded, thinking that this plan is close to the limit of conventional medication, and pushing furosemide further is equivalent to injecting a dying person. The more diuretics are not the better, diuretics have side effects that cannot be ignored.

Cao Zhao refuted her without hesitation: "It's edema. You must increase the dose. It means that the dose you used before is not in line with expectations. It is too small and not enough. You are afraid of potassium deficiency, so you need to supplement potassium. At the same time, you need to give him an injection." He cannot eat well due to the gastric tube and needs nutritional support."

Surgeons have a fierce style. Think of a person who operates on patients all day long, performs thoracotomy and laparotomy, and has long been numb to the patient's physical senses. There is no such thing as the relative softness and compassion in a physician's heart.

How hard it is for a patient to insert a gastric tube. But they don't care that he is a child and just insert it when he is told.

This man, don't look at Xiaoxiao, Yu Minghui can easily think of the Buddha in her hospital from this man. She hates that Buddha deeply. Because Tao Zhijie is strictly guarding against their internal medicine department, This indirectly led to the disbandment of Nei Liu Ke. It fully showed that the smiling man was vicious in his heart, so he drove her away hard that night.

After making his suggestion, Cao Zhao raised his head and wondered why the other party did not express his opinion.

Yu Minghui came back to her senses and responded: "Okay, I will arrange for a nurse to insert a gastric tube into him later."

On the one hand, she felt that this man was cold-hearted, but on the other hand, she had to admit that the child's condition required further nutritional support.

"If gastric tube insertion can provide enteral nutrition, don't rush to intravenous nutrition first," Cao Zhao explained. Doctors should keep more ammunition in their arsenal to prevent a worse situation from arising.

In order for the child to get better, he must undergo a heart transplant. Yu Minghui asked about the child's schedule: "Dr. Cao, according to your estimation, how long will this child need to wait?" In fact, what she was asking was that she had just come to Shouer. I don’t know the reception status of donor organs here in Seoer. How long the waiting time is generally. How far in the queue can a child like Zhu Xing be placed?

"His condition must be the first on the waiting list in our hospital," Cao Zhao said.

Yu Minghui lowered her eyebrows at his affirmative tone, as if she didn't comment, because she saw another person coming in front of her.

Another team of doctors entered the PICU. The leading man looked like an upright elite. Classmate Pan and classmate Wei recognized the other party as Mr. Mu and wanted to find a place to hide. Who told them to talk about him last time? .

Unexpectedly, Mu Yongxian led his group of doctors directly towards their direction and opened the curtain of the next bed.

What a coincidence, the competitor's patient lives next door to the patient in their group, and is a child who is also waiting for a heart transplant. She is a six-and-a-half-year-old girl, slightly younger than Zhu Xing.

Wei Shangquan secretly took a look at the situation next door. Knowing himself and his enemy, he would be victorious in any battle.

The kid next door was connected to the machine, and he looked very tall. Wei Shangquan's eyeballs were firmly sucked, and he couldn't let go of the kid next door.

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