This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 728 I have to ask Deputy Director Du for this matter
"Vomited?"

Professor Qian pondered slightly, remembering that Director Wu fed Lan Changhua again after half an hour that day, so he said, "Feed me another bowl."

The man has no idea at this time, he must have listened to the doctor.

So as soon as Director Qian finished speaking, he immediately filled another bowl for the old father.

Director Qian watched the old man being fed again, and he thought about it again, but he still thought it was all right.

As far as this thing is concerned, it is just a bowl of soup when eating, so there should be no problem.

This time, Director Qian did not leave after drinking, and stood with the man observing the old man on the hospital bed.

After about two or three minutes, the familiar grunt came to my ears.

Director Qian breathed a sigh of relief, that's right, sure enough, it's really useful.

"Okay, when you hear this voice, you know that your father's intestines have cleared." Director Qian finally showed a smile on his face, "Well, wait a little longer, and when your father finishes using the toilet, you come to the office to call I."

"Do you still need to go to the toilet?"

"You see what you said. Your father has had a bowel obstruction for several days due to intestinal obstruction. Now that the intestines will be unobstructed, he must have to go to the toilet."

Just as Director Qian finished speaking, there was another clear grunt from the old man, which made Director Qian even more excited.

He also really learned the same good way.

Simple, practical approach.

In his current position, the surgical fee for one or two patients is actually not that attractive anymore. What is more important now is the improvement in skills.

And this old man's reaction, except for a slight difference in time, can be said to be the same as Lan Changhua's other reactions.

However, Director Qian is a doctor of modern medicine after all, so after the old man went to the toilet, he observed it for about two hours. After seeing that the old man did not feel any discomfort, he hurriedly asked the old man to do a checkup.

The final feedback was also surprisingly good.

The problem of intestinal obstruction has been resolved without accident, and the incarcerated small intestine has returned to its position, so there is no need for additional treatment.

Director Qian felt very comfortable, so comfortable, he snored softly as soon as he got home and went to bed.

When he came to work the next day, Director Qian had a smile on his face, and he responded enthusiastically to every doctor and nurse who greeted him.

"Director, your level is too high. When I saw it yesterday, I thought that everything would have to be operated on today, but I didn't expect you to be cured if I didn't see you this night.

Director, I just checked the records and found that you did not take any medication.

Please tell me, what method did you use to fix it, let us learn from it, and when we encounter such a situation in the future, we can deal with it accordingly. "

"Yes, Director, just tell the big guys, we all want to learn."

In every unit, around every person, there are always a few sycophants who flatter them with unscrupulous and blatant pats.

In the beginning, Director Qian couldn't get used to such sycophants, and always gave him a contemptuous smile.

But ever since he became the attending doctor, especially when he was surrounded by flattery after becoming the director, he realized that watching others flatter and enjoying flattery himself were so different.

And I've been listening to it for years, but I just can't get tired of it.

Just like now, although the young man who knows what to say is [-]% flattering, and only [-]% wants to learn, but I feel comfortable listening to it.

The pores that were closed by the cold spring breeze in the morning will feel like they are opening one by one.

Director Qian enjoyed the atmosphere, but he was also very reserved.

It's just that this time, before holding back for two seconds, a man's voice suddenly came from behind him, "Director Qian, come quickly, and quickly see what's wrong with my father?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Director Qian shivered slightly.

Thinking of getting lucky, Director Qian turned his head, but his luck disappeared when he saw the person shouting clearly.

At this time, I didn't have time to think about it, so I walked into the ward quickly.

At this time, the old man on the hospital bed was lying on the edge of the bed, gagging continuously, with saliva flowing out of his mouth, but he couldn't spit out anything.

"What's going on?" Director Qian asked anxiously.

And the old man's son also looked worried and anxious, "I don't know, you were fine during the rounds, but suddenly you felt sick and wanted to vomit.

You can see that he has been feeling sick all the time, and my dad said he was very cold. "

Director Qian listened for a long time, but didn't hear anything.

It just so happened that the old man stopped vomiting, so he hurried forward, "How do you feel now?"

"It's cold, my whole body is too cold, and I always feel a cold air rushing up from my stomach." At this time, the old man's face was ashen, his eyes were even more dull, and he felt trembling when he spoke of.

What worried Director Qian the most was that when the old man spoke, his breath was very short and light.

Director Qian's mind went blank for a moment. For a second, he didn't know anything.

But after all, he is the director of the department who has experienced many battles, and no one noticed the brief absence. When he regained consciousness, he began to make arrangements in an orderly manner.

Only this time, his experience and level didn't help him.

The monitor is used, and the heart rate is 57 beats per minute. As for other values, they are also below the normal range.

The medicine was used, but none of the numbers on the monitor gave me face.What's even more embarrassing is that these values ​​are still falling, especially the heartbeat, which is about to be lower than fifty.

Moreover, the old man was already shaking from the cold, even if there was air conditioning in the ward, even if there were two quilts on the old man, it would still be of no avail.

At this time, a person beside him said in a low voice, "Director, this patient is taking nitrate decoction, which can be regarded as traditional Chinese medicine. I'm afraid he might have a reaction?"

Ok?
Director Qian's eyes immediately turned into sharp swords, and from the corner of his eye he slapped the speaking doctor hard.

It turns out that this dog R knows what medicine I use and how he treated this old man. Then he asked himself just now, and said he wanted to learn?
Also, since he knew about nitrate soup, he must know what happened that day, so what did he mean by asking himself?
See Lao Tzu's joke?

Playing Lao Tzu like a monkey?
The more Director Qian thought about it, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

But the doctor who was talking next to him didn't know that his director was thinking so much. He just habitually tried to solve problems for his boss.

Moreover, Director Qian looked at him from the corner of his eye, and did not look directly at him. He did not know the change in Director Qian's expression at this time.

So he still said to himself, "Director, this is traditional Chinese medicine anyway, why don't we ask Director Wu of the Department of Internal Medicine of Traditional Chinese Medicine to come and have a look?

They definitely know why this happens and what to do about it. "

Director Qian's chest heaved violently.

Although he knew that this proposal was the most appropriate, he couldn't help but get angry.

But after being on fire for a while, he was still discouraged. Looking at the continuously decreasing numbers on the monitor, he felt his heartbeat was about to explode.

"Contact Director Wu immediately and ask Director Wu to come over for a consultation." In the end, Director Qian let go.

Director Wu was very surprised.

Since he brought the teacher back last month, Director Qian has never had any contact with him, and there is a kind of attitude of never getting in touch with each other.

But today, I suddenly received a notice for a consultation, and the name-calling person had to go by himself, instead of just sending a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine to make up the number.

Could it be that there is a problem?

Although Director Wu was puzzled, he still explained the matter at hand, and hurried to the Department of Gastroenterology.

Consultation is a matter of life and death, so there is no room for inkblotting or hesitation.

"Old Qian, why did you call me here in such a hurry?" Director Wu greeted me as if nothing happened the moment we met.

And this kind of attitude also slightly eased the embarrassment in Director Qian's heart.

But when he thought of what he had done, his face suddenly burned.

But with Director Wu, we are all old colleagues, there is nothing we can't say, and human life is at stake, so he can't help but not say it.

"I have a patient with high intestinal obstruction and incarcerated hernia. After non-surgical treatment was useless, I planned to undergo surgical treatment." Director Qian introduced as shortly as possible, "But the family members of the patient don't know where to find out. Professor Lan's matter also requires the use of traditional Chinese medicine for treatment.

This is not the radish soup you used last time, it worked very well, so I will use it. "

Director Wu couldn't help reminding, "It's called nitrate soup."

"Yes, Nitrate Decoction." Director Qian did not take the name seriously, and said directly, "After taking the Nitrate Decoction, the effect is really good.

After taking it for two hours last night, the intestines opened up and the hernia disappeared. "

Although Director Wu has some opinions on Director Qian's boldness, Niteng Decoction is originally a dietary prescription, and it does not involve the issue of Chinese medicine or Western medicine, so on this point, he did not express any opinions, but he did not express any opinions. He asked in a calm manner, "It's a good thing it's cured, so why did you ask me to come here?"

Director Qian was a little annoyed, "I don't know what's going on, it was fine last night, but after the ward check this morning, the patient suddenly started to vomit frequently, his limbs were cold, and his heartbeat was unreasonably slow.

I have thought about what I should think about here, but I can barely control it, but the heart rate, oxygen saturation and other values ​​are still slowly dropping.

There is no other way, I can only bring you here to save the situation. "

When Director Wu heard this, he immediately stopped scribbling, and hurriedly said, "Go, take me to see it."

When he arrived at the ward, seeing the livid and purple face of the patient, Director Wu panicked.

As soon as I started again, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

The pulse is slow and thin, the tongue is fat and moist, the limbs are cold, and the face is blue and purple. This is the death of yang.

In this case, it will really kill every minute.

After the examination, Director Qian and Director Wu left the ward. As soon as they returned to the office, Director Qian couldn't help asking, "Old Wu, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

"I can't say what's going on for the time being, but the patient's current condition is very similar to the death of Yang Juetuo." Director Wu said with a serious face.

Director Qian was in a hurry, "Don't give me the whole term, just say how to cure it?"

Director Wu let out a long breath, "Dead Yang Juetuo, the critical illness in traditional Chinese medicine is the kind of symptom that can kill you at any time."

"My Director Wu, please don't explain." Director Qian was really impatient, "As far as the patient's current condition is concerned, I can see it even if you don't tell me that it is a symptom of being really ready to leave at any time.

You still tell me, can you cure this situation? "

Hearing Director Qian's eagerness, Director Wu was about to speak, but suddenly became hesitant again.

"You should speak quickly."

"If it was in the past, I might give it a try." Director Wu said seriously, "You know, I have never treated such an emergency here, and even if I did, it was taken away by our first aid and ICU. It's not my turn.

So now I can only say that I will give it a try, I don't know if it will work or not. "

"Then you say P." Director Qian really panicked.

But Director Wu suddenly shook his head and said, "Don't worry, listen to me."

"Say it quickly."

"I can't, but there are people in our department who can."

Director Qian was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "You are not good enough in your department, is there anyone else who can be better than you?

You are not talking about Professor Lan, are you?

Didn't he go home and prepare to retire for the rest of his life?

Besides, the old man is at home now, so it's too late to call him over.

Forget it, I'll contact someone else. "

Director Wu gave Director Qian a hand, "I told you not to worry, I can't do it, but Deputy Director Du in our department can."

"Who?"

"Du Heng, Deputy Director Du."

"he?"

"Look at you, you're sick again, aren't you?" Director Wu said helplessly, "When he was in Jinzhou, he was not only famous for treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases, but also a master of first aid.

The use of aconite in one hand can scare to death more than half of the colleagues, but it really saved many people who were given death notices by the hospital.

Believe it or not, these things are well documented. "

Director Qian was silent.

They went around and around, and finally came around to Du Heng.

Seeing Director Qian's hesitation, Director Wu could only increase the weight again, "And this patient's problem, I guess, is most likely caused by Niteng Decoction.

But this prescription was proposed by Deputy Director Du, and he must have expected it, so it was the most appropriate to ask him to come. "

That's what he said, but Director Qian thought about what happened that day, and if he asked Du Heng to come over now, wouldn't he just slap himself in the face with both bows and bows.

Could it be that my face is so worthless?
I was beaten up that day, but I have to take the initiative to send it up today, what is this called?

Director Wu will be impatient, "Old Qian, don't hesitate, call Deputy Director Du quickly.

You can think about it slowly here, but that patient may not be able to persist until you think about it. "

(End of this chapter)