Gao Yan's vital signs gradually returned to stable. Although his body temperature was still very high, at least his blood pressure and heartbeat were stable enough for surgery. The carpenters at the orthopedics department decided to perform surgery on Gao Yan as soon as possible to solve the problem on the outside of his left arm.
Muscle damage and vein rupture issues.
In the emergency room, Zhou Jun heard that his grandmother had recovered a lot. He was very happy when he came all the way. But he didn't expect that his grandmother would make such a request to him.
Zhou Xiufang made a request to her grandson in a tone as calm as if she was going to the market to buy vegetables.
"When I die, donate my body to the college." Zhou Xiufang breathed in oxygen and said to Zhou Jun, "There is a box under the makeup mirror drawer in my room. It records my medical history and donate it together with the medical history.
School."
"Grandma, we haven't reached this stage yet." Zhou Jun's voice was trembling. "Professor Li is already preparing beds. We can just go over and live there."
Zhou Xiufang showed a nostalgic smile, "Is it Yaoming? Is this kid also a professor now?"
Yaoming is Professor Li's name. Zhou Xiufang was once Professor Li's teacher.
"I am also a doctor." Zhou Xiufang shook her head indifferently and focused on her request again. "I know better than you what kind of disease ppcl is."
Zhou Jun said anxiously, "It's not like we have to do it now..."
"I'm already eighty-eight." The old lady was unrivaled in her stubbornness. She still said slowly and calmly, "I know what my physical condition is like."
Zhou Jun seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just nodded, turned around and left the emergency room.
There was silence in the emergency room.
Every doctor relies on the anatomy teachers in the medical school to become familiar with the structure of the human body from scratch. Although it cannot be explained in words, each anatomy teacher silently educates the new doctors by teaching by example.
Students on the road.
Although most teachers cannot speak, they are the best teachers.
Zhou Xiufang's decision was calm but powerful. When she was young, she and her anatomy teachers worked together to educate a large number of doctors. When she got old and frail, she decided to join the ranks of anatomy teachers and use her body to continue educating.
More doctors.
Work hard and die without stopping.
Zhou Xiufang's vital signs became much more stable after taking the medicine. Five minutes after Zhou Jun left, a staff member from the Social Work Department of the Medical Office of the Fourth Central Hospital walked in with a folder under his arm.
"Teacher Zhou..." The age of this staff member was unclear, and she looked to be about ten years older than Zhou Jun. She just called "Teacher" and couldn't stop crying.
"Oh, you little girl." Zhou Xiufang laughed, "You were a little crybaby when you were in school. Why are you still crying at such an old age?"
The visitor is Li Ping, deputy director of the Medical Department. She is now in her fifties. When she was young, she was Zhou Xiufang's student.
Li Ping's eyes were red from crying, and her nose was also red. Naturally, she couldn't laugh at the teacher's joke on the hospital bed.
"Okay, don't cry anymore." Zhou Xiufang raised her hand with difficulty and wiped it on Li Ping's face, "Since you are here, are there any documents that I need to sign?"
Li Ping then panicked and remembered her work content. She hurriedly took out a declaration form from the folder and handed it to Zhou Xiufang, ready for her to sign.
"My hand can't hold the pen." Zhou Xiufang smiled sheepishly, "Just press your fingerprints."
Sun Lien and Xu Yourong's lunch was postponed until two o'clock in the afternoon. The two found a seat in the conference room and sat down. They took out the lunch boxes delivered by the hospital cafeteria. With hot water, they ate the rice that had completely cooled down. There was a microwave.
It may interfere with some precision medical instruments, so there is not even a microwave oven in the rest room of the emergency room. When they are lucky, the doctors may be able to eat hot meals. But most of the time, if they can get a bite of food into their mouths,
It’s not easy anymore. Sometimes I’m too busy with work and can’t take care of eating.
"What do you think of these two patients today?" Xu Yourong suddenly asked Sun Lien while eating. "Are their symptoms difficult to diagnose?"
Sun Lien thought for a while and said seriously, "Viral meningitis is the most troublesome. It doesn't matter that Mrs. Zhou's disease has been diagnosed, but I am still a little worried that the meningitis virus antibody culture is negative, right?"
"The laboratory department said it's not Coxsackie virus anyway." Xu Yourong was also a little worried, "Both groups A and B were negative."
"There are countless viruses that can cause viral meningitis. Let the test take its time to do the experiments." Sun Lien shook his head and sighed, "Anyway, he has been prescribed ribavirin, so let's continue to monitor him closely. As long as his symptoms improve, it means that
We made the right bet."
Xu Yourong nodded and said, "If it doesn't get better..."
"Then he is in danger." Sun Lien was even more melancholy than Xu Yourong. Although he had the help of a magic tool like the status bar, he really had no clue about Gao Yan's illness. The diagnosis of viral meningitis was proposed by Xu Yourong, although the symptoms
Everything was correct, and it was approved by Dr. Shenai. But Sun Lien just felt that something was not quite right.
When something is on his mind, he can't even eat. "I'll ask Director Liu to come over and take a look." Sun Lien put down his chopsticks, scratched his head and said helplessly, "You can eat first. Let's wait until Director Liu finishes reading.
Let’s discuss it together.”
After all, Liu Tangchun had rich work experience. When Sun Lien rushed to his office, he was surprised to find that Director Liu had put a rice cooker in the office.
"Li'en, are you here?" When Director Liu saw Sun Li'en opening the door, he waved to him enthusiastically, "You're here just in time, come and try the claypot rice I made?"
Pour the cold rice into the rice cooker, and then pour all the side dishes from the lunch box on top of the rice. Heat it in the rice cooker for twenty minutes, and you'll have what Liu Tangchun calls "claypot rice."
"Director Liu, you haven't eaten yet?" Sun Lien was a little embarrassed. It was not a good thing to disturb the doctor's meal. "How about I come back later?"
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Liu Tangchun didn't take it seriously. He scooped a bowl of rice for himself with a rice spoon and put it into his mouth with chopsticks. "If you're not in a hurry, wait until I take two bites."
Sun Lien poured a glass of warm water for Liu Tangchun from the water dispenser and put it on the table. Seeing that Comrade Liu had almost finished a bowl of rice, he revealed his purpose. "Dr. Xu and I took a patient in the morning.
Patient. The initial diagnosis is meningitis, but I think there may be something wrong and I would like to ask you to check."