Start From Emergency Doctor

Chapter 230

Although Wang Dahai is rich, the hospital beds cannot be bought by money in principle.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at Wang Dahai’s ward, he saw Wang Dahai walking around in the ward with a banana, like a baboon patrolling his own territory.

Wang Shengli, who had a broken leg, stood by the window, looking into the distance, looking like a literary youth.

“Dr. Zhou is here?” Wang Dahai was a little excited and hurriedly greeted him.

Wang Shengli turned his head and limped over.

“How are you doing with functional training?” Zhou Yuan asked.

Functional exercise is an important part of fracture treatment and a very important measure in fracture rehabilitation.

The purpose of functional exercise is very simple. Without affecting the fixation, to restore the mobility of the muscles, tendons, ligaments, joint capsules and other soft tissues of the affected limb as soon as possible to prevent muscle atrophy, osteoporosis, and tendon spasms due to prolonged bed rest. Complications such as joint stiffness.

When Wang Shengli was able to walk down the ground, the nurses had already equipped him with a walking aid and air pressure therapy device. About three weeks after the operation, Wang Shengli’s surgical incision had healed and stitches were removed, and the fibrous connection was clearly visible at the fractured end, and gradually A callus is formed.

It stands to reason that Wang Shengli’s fracture had stabilized and he could have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago.

But he has dragged on till now.

Zhou Yuan checked carefully, nodded, and said: “The affected limb has recovered, you can be discharged from the hospital.”

Wang Shengli was taken aback, “Are you going to drive me away?”

Wang Dahai waved his injured palm, and he was a little bit reluctant to begin.

Although the two are rich, they have no children and have always wanted a daughter.

“The hospital is not a place where you can stay if you want.” Zhou Yuan said threateningly.

Wang Shengli frowned aggrievedly, thought for a while, and finally nodded: “I understand, I will go through the discharge procedures these days, but… can I still see Chuchu?”

“of course can.”

In contact with Wang Shengli and Wang Dahai these days, Zhou Yuan can see that although the two of them have relatively rough personalities, they are both good people. It is not bad for her to be able to contact such honest people at the beginning.

“Wang Shengli, don’t peel it with your mouth when you eat bananas…” Zhou Yuan said with a black face.

Wang Shengli let out a cry, grabbed a banana from the side, and bit it open like a demonstration, “Is it this way? Is it this way to eat it?”

Zhou Yuan:…

Zhou Yuan silently exited the ward and ran to Yang Wei.

What he worries most is not the elderly Wu Lihua, but Yang Wei.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

After total gastrectomy, the five-year survival rate does not exceed 50%.

There is indeed a precedent for living an extra 20 to 30 years after a complete gastrectomy, but it all depends on the patient’s physique and will.

To deal with stomach cancer, a combination of food and medicine is only useful. Because Yang Wei used the technique of replacing the stomach with the jejunum, the volume of the three-segment jejunum that acts as the stomach is much smaller than the original stomach, so eating must be done step by step, eating less and more meals.

Once eating too much, the jejunum will be over-dilated, which will cause the anastomosis here to tear, and even make the jejunum unbearable for weight damage and so on.

“Doctor Zhou?”

Seeing Zhou Yuan coming in, Yang Wei on the hospital bed got out of bed too, somewhat surprised.

“Only you?” Zhou Yuan took a look and said.

“Yes, my wife went home to cook, and there are children at home, so I can’t be delayed because of a patient!” Yang Wei said.

“How is the eating situation recently?”

“It’s very good. It’s the same as before. Five meals a day, but the appetite is better than before!”

Zhou Yuan nodded, then looked at Yang Wei’s wound.

The wound had begun to scab, and the suture was removed two weeks after the operation.

It now appears that Yang Wei has passed the most dangerous period of complications. Then, as long as he pays attention to his usual diet, his regular life is almost the same.

“Still writing a novel?” Zhou Yuan noticed the notebook on Yang Wei’s desk, still stuck in the word interface.

Yang Wei smiled embarrassedly, and said, “Yes, I didn’t open that book! Many readers were worried that I would die, and I told them that I must finish this book before I die!”

With that, Yang Wei approached mysteriously and asked, “Dr. Zhou, I heard that the five-year survival rate of total gastrectomy is very low. It’s dead… You said, can I live for five years?”

Zhou Yuan hesitated for a moment before asking, “How long will it take for you to finish this novel?”

When Yang Wei heard about the novel, his tone was high again, and he said: “I plan to write a complete series, called… “The God of Medicine”! From the first to the fifth, you can write one or two for each book. Years, it will take seven or eight years in total!”

Zhou Yuan said: “Let’s finish writing this novel first…”

He was not sure.

During the total gastrectomy, Yang Wei’s life was in his hands. He could take it away or rescue it… But after the operation, he could only rely on Yang Wei himself.

Yang Wei stared at Zhou Yuan and nodded slowly: “The doctor remembered to chase after me that week!”

“Okay, I’m waiting for you to finish!”

After leaving Yang Wei’s ward, Zhou Yuan opened the door of Wu Lihua’s ward again.

Wu Lihua’s Alzheimer’s disease has started to get serious, but these days he is in good condition after the operation, and he can get out of bed and walk.

Alzheimer’s disease is currently a problem that has not been overcome in medicine, and no one can do anything about this disease.

Therefore, the hospital still intends to keep the elderly Wu Lihua for observation for a week or two, and intends to let Wu Lihua’s children lead the elderly away.

“The doctor is here?” Wu Lihua stood up, with a lively tone, like a child.

It’s just that the voice is very old.

Zhou Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Elder Wu Lihua is currently in the onset of illness, so she should not remember who she is.

“Child, come here!” Wu Lihua urged with a childlike smile on her face.

Zhou Yuan walked over and saw Wu Lihua had a photo in her hand, a black and white photo, with a family portrait on it.

“Look, this is me.” Wu Lihua pointed to a beautiful woman and said.

“This is my husband. He went to catch toads in the fields last night. He will come back every night. But last night, I waited until dawn. The chickens cried three or four times. I haven’t seen him come back. The figure…”

When Elder Wu Lihua said this, her voice choked.

Muddy tears flowed out of the two deep-set eyes, which slowly fell down, and fell onto the striped gown along the dry skin of the elderly Wu Lihua.

“Child, do you know what happened that night?”

Wu Lihua suddenly grabbed Zhou Yuan’s shoulder and asked. .