This doctor is not short of money

Du Heng pursed his lips, and then raised the corners of his eyes slightly, "We don't understand what happened between the two of them, so we won't express our opinions.

Besides, Dr. Mba is gone now, so it's not very good to say anything else, so let's forget it. "

Sun Xin agreed with Du Heng's words very much, and at the same time sighed, "I hope Dr. Jiang can work hard in the future."

"Then she has to endure this calamity."

The sudden death of Dr. Mba made Du Heng inexplicably worried about Jiang Jinghong's situation.

However, Du Heng's treatment is really very effective. Although Jiang Jinghong's chest tightness and tingling have always existed after drinking the medicine, she did not suddenly become uncontrollable like Dr. Mba.

And this made Sun Xin, who had been tense, relax a little, especially for Jiang Jinghong herself, who felt more ecstatic.

This also made her a little restless, which was well relieved. By the afternoon, she had become very calm, and she was no longer in the crazy state at noon.

In the morning of the next day, after getting up, Du Heng slowly did a chest-opening exercise, then sat on the bed, closed his eyes and carefully felt the condition of his body.

After a long time, Du Heng slowly opened his eyes, his face became a little more happy, and then he moved his buttocks and got off the bed.

After pulling on his shoes and putting on his mask, Du Heng walked slowly towards Jiang Jinghong's hospital bed with his hands behind his back.

"Director Du, you got up so early?"

As soon as Du Heng arrived at Jiang Jinghong's hospital bed, he saw that Jiang Jinghong had also woken up, but she seemed very listless, and was leaning on the head of the bed absent-mindedly in a daze.

However, Du Heng deliberately made a sound, which made Jiang Jinghong discover Du Heng's arrival immediately.

"I'm used to getting up in the morning. I reckon you may have woken up too, so I came here to take a look at your situation." Du Heng walked slowly to Jiang Jinghong's side, carefully looked at her expression and asked, "How do you feel today?" ?”

Jiang Jinghong was a little depressed, she shook her head slightly and said in a low voice, "The chest is still stuffy, and the pain and frequency of the tingling seem to be a little heavier than yesterday."

Originally comparing her yesterday's state with Dr. Mba's, Jiang Jinghong felt that she was very lucky and should be fine.

But after waking up in the morning, it was obvious that her condition was more serious than yesterday, which made it difficult for her to maintain the good mood of yesterday.

Even more worry and fear.

Du Heng frowned slightly when he heard the words, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he grabbed Jiang Jinghong's wrist and started to check the pulse, and then did some other checks.

With the completion of the inspection, his originally relaxed and happy mood became slightly more heavy.

Before my situation, before I used the 'fake medicine', my situation did not get better, but it didn't get worse.However, although Jiang Jinghong's condition has not changed much, one thing is certain is that her condition is getting worse.

And when he touched her wrist just now, it was obvious that her skin temperature was a little high.

After a little hesitation, Du Heng went out to find the nurse's desk, took a thermometer from the desk, and walked to Jiang Jinghong's side again.

"Doctor Jiang, take your temperature."

"The nurse has already measured it before, 37.1°, don't you need to measure it again?" Jiang Jinghong's eyes turned around from the thermometer.

Although Jiang Jinghong also refused, but Du Heng was very stubborn, and continued to hold the thermometer in front of Jiang Jinghong, "Let's test it again, it's not troublesome."

There was no way, Jiang Jinghong could only reluctantly take the thermometer.

"Director Du, am I out of control?" Jiang Jinghong lowered her head and asked in a low voice when she put the thermometer on.

Du Heng was thinking about her illness at first, but his mind was a little distracted. In addition, her voice suddenly became smaller, so Du Heng didn't hear what she said clearly at the first time.

"What did you say?"

"Am I going to die too?" Jiang Jinghong raised her head this time.

Du Heng was very puzzled. He stared at Jiang Jinghong for two seconds before saying, "It's only been one night. Why did you suddenly become so pessimistic?"

"I..." Jiang Jinghong just opened her mouth, but suddenly reached out and pressed her chest, and her face changed accordingly.

Du Heng stretched out his hand quickly, "Okay, don't talk, pay attention to keep breathing at a constant speed."

Seeing that Jiang Jinghong had stabilized, Du Heng continued, "Just relax, your situation is within my expectations.

Just listen to me and take your medicine on time, I guarantee you will be fine. "

After hearing Jiang Jinghong's question clearly, Du Heng understood that Jiang Jinghong had a psychological problem.

But Du Heng really didn't know what to say if he wanted to say other comforting words at this time.

If it was an ordinary person, he could more or less say some comforting words from other aspects, but for Jiang Jinghong, she is a doctor herself, and she is also a half-expert in the respiratory system. own judgment.

So at this time, it is really too much to say.

If a wrong word is used, Jiang Jinghong will be misunderstood and her mood will fluctuate greatly, and there may be some uncontrollable changes.

So after Du Heng said a few high-profile sentences, he directly chose to keep his mouth shut, while Jiang Jinghong was a little surprised and didn't ask.

When the time was almost up, Du Heng had to pass the thermometer, which was 37.8°.

The body temperature has actually risen!
After Du Heng glanced at the thermometer, he shook it twice casually, "Okay, you continue to rest, and when Director Li and the others come, let's take medicine after breakfast."

After finishing speaking, Du Heng turned and left.

After returning, Du Heng felt that he was in good condition today, so instead of going back to the hospital bed, he went directly to his consulting room. He wanted to see Jiang Jinghong's medical records from the previous few days.

Not long after sitting down, Li Chengzu, Sun Xin, and Dede came in with breakfast.

"Hurry up and have breakfast." Li Chengzu greeted Du Heng as soon as he entered the door.

Du Heng glanced up, then continued to look down at the medical records in his hand, "Dr. Jiang's?"

"My assistant sent it over." Li Chengzu responded.

But while talking, he also put the breakfast in Du Heng's hand directly, so that he couldn't see the medical records in his hand, "Don't work so hard, let's eat breakfast quickly, we didn't eat it, so we wanted to bring it here to share with you We ate together."

Sun Xin smiled softly, and went to help Li Chengzu share the breakfast, "What are you watching so early?"

Seeing this, Du Heng knew that he couldn't stand it any longer, so he pushed the medical records aside, "Look at Dr. Jiang's medical records."

"Doctor Jiang's?" Sun Xin paused suddenly, "Isn't her condition stable? Why did you think of looking at her medical records again?"

While receiving breakfast, Du Heng talked about the results of the examination just now, "Before yesterday, Dr. Jiang's fire syndrome was a real fire, but after the examination just now, she had an extra fire.

This change is a change that has never happened to me or to any other patient before.

In addition, after a day of medication yesterday, according to my prediction, Dr. Jiang didn't say that the symptoms were relieved, but at least they shouldn't get worse.

but. . .It is indeed aggravated. "

Sun Xin took a sip of the millet porridge made by the African chef, and immediately smacked his mouth in satisfaction, but then asked Du Heng, "Is it the question we discussed before?"

"I think it's possible." After Du Heng finished his answer, he immediately took a sip of the millet porridge in front of him.

When I came to this place, let’s not talk about other aspects, but in terms of food, the medical team finally did a very correct thing, that is, they found such an African chef who knows Chinese food very well.

At this time, Li Chengzu also said, "Don't talk about the illness, just say you have a solution? If you are not sure now, then ask Director Sun to contact Libreville.

Dr. Jiang's situation is different from yours before. When he was sent away, you went with him. I believe there will be no problems on the way.

In any case, the place in Libreville is much better than the place we are staying in now, at least there is no shortage of various medical equipment and medicines. "

Hearing what Li Chengzu said, Sun Xin also turned to look at Du Heng, hoping that Du Heng could give an accurate answer.

But Du Heng said after a little thought, "I dare not say that I am [-]% sure, but I have confidence.

It's just that Director Li is right, it must be the best if it can be sent to Libreville, but. . . "

"Hey, these are all my own people, so don't be hesitant, just say it quickly." Li Chengzu saw that Du Heng hesitated, and immediately began to urge him angrily.

Du Heng took a deep breath and said seriously, "It's just that everyone knows the onset of this disease. When it doesn't erupt, it's a symptom similar to pulmonary blood fever. It's scary to see hematemesis and blood in the stool, but at least it's not a disease. life threatening.

But as soon as it explodes, it's another concept.

The previous patients had a transitional period of four to six hours from the outbreak, but everyone saw the situation of Dr. Mba yesterday, and it took only 15 minutes before and after, and there was no chance of rescue at all. "

Du Heng's eyes scanned Sun Xin and Li Chengzu very seriously, and he stopped saying the following words, but he believed that Sun Xin and Li Chengzu would definitely understand.

Hearing this, Sun Xin still couldn't help sighing, and suddenly felt that the millet porridge, which was very sweet just now, has become bland and tasteless now.

"Well then, don't tell Dr. Jiang about this, and don't affect her mood." Sun Xin said after a moment of silence, "I'll contact Libreville again, at worst they have to send us some more medicine .”

Li Chengzu nodded while eating the steamed stuffed bun, glanced back at the nurse who opened the door, and said to himself, "Director Sun, you need to work harder, you can't be such a good old man like before.

This matter is very troublesome, it is related to the lives of several of us.

You can ask Libreville, it’s really not possible, just take me back and forget it.

It's really unbearable to be so worried every day, and to be in danger at any time. "

Just as Li Chengzu finished speaking, Dede, who had been eating buns with his head down, suddenly stood up and whispered to Du Heng, "Dr. Du, I have something to deal with outside."

"Okay, call me if you need it."

"Ah."

After agreeing, Dede walked out quickly.

But looking at Dede's figure going out, Du Heng couldn't help but feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

But before he had time to think about it, Sun Xin who was next to him hummed heavily, "Director Li is right, this time Libreville must have an explanation from us.

If it doesn't work, let's go back to China directly. No matter how important this task is, it is not worth our lives. "

Li Chengzu immediately laughed, "Director Sun is in the right state. You are our big brother, our teacher, and our leader. You have to show courage."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately received a fierce look from Sun Xin.

It's just that a 'weapon' like eyes is totally useless to Lee Seungjo.

Several people finished their breakfast quickly, and then started their work.

Sun Xin was busy contacting the hospital and Libreville; while Li Chengzu acted as Du Heng's decoction master, and once again plunged into the pharmacy.

As for Du Heng, he continued to study Jiang Jinghong's condition.

It was like this until noon, when Du Heng felt hungry, Dede and Sun Xin, who had gone out in the morning, walked into his consulting room together.

And judging by the expressions on the two of them, they didn't seem very happy.

Du Heng didn't think much, looked at Sun Xin and asked, "The communication with Libreville is not going well?"

Sun Xin shook his head lightly, then sat down next to Du Heng, "I haven't had time to contact there yet."

Du Heng was a little confused, "Then what's your situation? You don't look very happy."

Sun Xin sighed, looked back at Dede, then turned to Du Heng and said, "The young man you treated before is dead."

died?

Who?
For a moment, Du Heng's mind went blank.

After several seconds like this, Du Heng turned his head to look at Dede.

The response he got was Dede's silent nod of confirmation.

"How did you die?"

"The family members said they didn't know, but when they woke up in the morning, they found that they had vomited blood all over the floor when they got up in the morning, and they were already stiff."

Sun Xin looked at Du Heng with complicated eyes, "According to the family members' description, it should be pulmonary hemorrhage if nothing else happens."

Du Heng frowned tightly, and when Sun Xin finished speaking, he immediately asked, "Has the patient already gone out to work? Did he do heavy physical work?"

This time Sun Xin didn't speak, but Dede continued, "His mother said that the patient would be short of breath after walking a few steps after leaving the hospital, so he didn't go to the good job he promised, and just rested at home."

After finishing speaking, Dede looked at Du Heng, also full of worry.

The young man didn't go to work, but he relapsed, and he died immediately, which made everyone start to worry about Du Heng.