Sleepless Doctor

　　　　 This kind of thing has nothing to do with status. If this is known to the media, the whole country will not be shocked. In the end, not only Xue Chunhe, but also Dean Shen, who is about to retire in his sophomore year of medical school, will have to eat and hang out.

　　 Even if it is for the benefit of the patient, there are too many people doing bad things in the name of me for your good.

　　 Anyway, no matter what the family or background is, the second year of medical school would never dare to do this. Just a joke, an idea. When there was no anesthesia in surgery, it was basically the anesthesia method for adults using stick anesthesia.

　　 So the whole hospital was organized in the first year of the medical college, and I felt that there was no way to operate, so I suggested that the patient go to a higher-level hospital for treatment. The meaning is very clear. Let's go to the Imperial Capital to see it, or to the Concord, the last station of domestic medical treatment, we have no move.

　　 At home, I was also going to take a look at the Imperial Capital Xiehe, but the patient's condition progressed very quickly, and the symptoms of breathing difficulties appeared within a few days.

　　 Five hours ago, the patient developed a coma due to hypoxemia and was sent to the First Hospital of the Medical University. That’s why Xue Chunhe called many directors from home for another consultation in the whole hospital.

　　Everyone present knows that the purpose of this consultation is not to treat the disease, but to tell the patient’s family that we have done our best.

　　Modern medicine has its limitations. It is like looking at the anaesthesia and sharp knife surgery without anesthesia from a modern perspective. It feels absurd. But in that historical period, there is no other way.

　　The same is true in front of us. The limitations of science and the limitations of the times restrict the treatment of many diseases.

　　 Xue Chunhe sighed, he said, "Let's do this, there is no other good way."

　　 "Dean, shall I explain to my family?" asked Li Zhong, the director of thoracic surgery.

　　 "Let's go." Xue Chunhe sighed again.

　　The expectations at home are still very high, and it is difficult to accept that the patient has no choice but to wait for death. And it's not the death of the cachexia state, but the alive suffocation.

　　 This is a headache, my head really hurts.

　　 Just when everyone was at a loss, Ren Haitao's cell phone rang.

　　 He clenched his face, and quickly pressed the horn with his hand. The dean was frowning, his cell phone rang at this time, didn't he send himself to the muzzle of the gun?

　　 Sure enough, Dean Xue raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

　　 Ren Haitao cursed secretly in his heart, who is this, I don't have to pick a time to call.

　　 took out his phone and glanced at it, he immediately whispered, "Mr. Wu."

　　 "Huh? Teacher Wu called you?" Xue Chunhe asked in surprise.

　　 "……"

　　 Ren Haitao felt that everyone in the room was staring at him. He didn't think he was superior, but felt that there were countless dark arrows shooting from everywhere. In an instant, he was shot into a sieve.

　　 "Ask Teacher Wu what's the matter." Dean Xue said in a deep voice.

　　 "Eh." Ren Haitao smiled and immediately answered the phone, "Hello, Mr. Wu."

　　 "Yeah, I'm on duty, and I am consulting with the whole hospital."

　　 "Okay, okay, don't worry, you will definitely not delay things. Dean Xue is also there."

　　 "Know, know, don't worry."

　　 repeatedly said rest assured, then Ren Haitao hung up the phone.

　　 "Why did Mr. Wu ask you for?" Xue Chunhe asked.

Ren Haitao felt that there was a vague hostility in this sentence, and he smiled and said, "Mr. Wu was on vacation at Laoyashan, and happened to encounter a patient who was suffering from allergic shock by using anti-mosquito water and sunscreen together. He was worried that something might happen on the road, so he sent the patient. come over."

　　 "Is it necessary to use anti-mosquito water and sunscreen together?" asked Xu, director of the anesthesiology department.

　　 "Ms. Wu came to our hospital?" Xue Chunhe asked.

　　 The two asked questions in unison. Ren Haitao looked at it and immediately replied, "Well, Mr. Wu came with the 120 ambulance, and he will be there in half an hour."

　　 "Director Ma, arrange a bed in the general ward." Dean Xue said, "I'll talk to the patient's family."

　　 "Dean, would you like to take a look at Teacher Wu?" Ren Haitao suggested.

　　 "I need you to say it!" Xue Chunhe said, "I'll talk to my family, if Teacher Wu can't help it, then the emperor won't have to go."

　　 Thinking of Teacher Wu, thinking of him sitting in front of the burn ward, who is as stable as Mount Tai, Xue Chunhe felt a little more stable.

　　 It's really time for Teacher Wu to come, so I have a look at Teacher Wu and I have an explanation for the family.

　　 If the patient is really dead, when I talk about it later, I can pat my chest and say that Mr. Wu Mian and Mr. Wu, I will invite me to the consultation. Mr. Wu has no choice. Who dares to say it in China. Moreover, this is also the best explanation for the elderly.

　　If this is the case, whether it is the patient’s family or myself, I feel that I have tried my best and I will feel better.

　　 Xue Chunhe stood up, thinking about how to explain this to the patient's family. I must tell the truth. Teacher Wu, one of the highest levels of science at home and abroad, will come to the consultation. If it doesn't work, there is really no need to go to the imperial capital.

　　 Well, just say that.

　　 As for the patients with anaphylactic shock sent by Mr. Wu... it’s just anaphylactic shock~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mr. Wu is still in the car, what can I do? It's great to get on the ventilator, and then great to get on the ecmo. Anyway, even a dead person can make him live for a few more days when he comes to the first year of medical school.

　　 "You take someone to pick up Mr. Wu, and Mr. Wu's patients must be handled properly and let him rest assured." Dean Xue arranged.

After 　　 finished speaking, there was silence all around.

　　 Everyone looked at each other, but in the end no one spoke. Ren Haitao's face flushed, he knew that because Wu Mian called him, no one else could say anything.

　　 "Okay, don't worry, Dean." Ren Haitao whispered.

　　 "Let's go." After Dean Xue finished speaking, he took Chief Ma of the medical department to find the patient's family.

　　 "Director Ma, do you think there is a way for Teacher Wu?" Dean Xue asked as if talking to himself.

　　 "There should be no good way." Chief Ma said with a serious expression.

　　 This is the most basic medical advice. It’s all on your own, and there is no patient’s family around. It doesn’t make any sense to say it nicely. To be honest, it is the original duty of a medical director to make the most indifferent and rational judgment.

　　 "Oh." Dean Xue sighed, "I am used to accompany Mr. Zhou for checkups every year. Once I know that there will be no chance next year, I feel really uncomfortable."

　　 "No way, after all, people are almost 80." Director Liao persuaded.

　　 Zhou Ru Zhou is always an academician of the Academy of Sciences. His hometown is in the provincial capital. When he was 72, he returned to his hometown to take care of his life. This kind of national treasure is highly valued both in the province and in the hospital. The Second Hospital of Medical University is responsible for the medical examination of Zhou Lao every year.

　　Who Chengxiang Zhou Lao suddenly got such a disease, and he couldn't do anything about it.

　　 "I also know, but I am not reconciled. Is Xiao Jin's mood calmer?" Dean Xue asked.