Fengcheng old events

Chapter 380 Drinking alcohol is good for wound healing?
"It's okay, I don't know at night, it doesn't hurt too much right now." Ni Chengli raised his hand and touched his chest through his clothes.

"Did you have dinner tonight?" The nurse stretched out her hand to straighten his clothes.He had tubes inserted in his ribs, and he couldn't wear his clothes, so he wore them on his body.

"No, I won't eat today, I don't want to eat."

"Then I'll go back later and get you something to send?"

"No, I won't eat today, I'll do it tomorrow, you should go back early and rest."

"You have to be tighter, don't catch a cold anymore, if you catch a cold again."

"I'm so overwhelmed and overwhelmed. I'll ask them to bring a coat tomorrow."

"Then I'll give you my coat first."

"No, it's cold outside at night, but it's okay in the house, it's okay now, I don't feel cold. Go back, it's getting dark."

"Well, then I'll go back first. I'll bring you what you want to eat tomorrow."

"Anything is fine. You don't have to take it with you. My brother is here too."

"Let me make some dumplings for you."

"also."

"Then I'll go back. My mother will scold me when it's too late. Let's go brother, let's go, Keba." The nurses said hello one by one and left.

"Who is it?" Zhang Xinglong asked.It sounds like it's not as simple as nursing a patient.

"He, his family, old, old, two. Take a good look, no?" Qu Guohui pointed to Ni Chengli.

"What does the second child mean?" Zhang Xinglong didn't understand.

"Old and second, look at you. Those who have certificates are the bosses, and those who are not, right?"

"Oh, Tie Zi? Awesome." Zhang Xinglong nodded.

After talking for a while, Ni Chengjun also left. He was divorced, and the child belonged to him, so he had to go back to take care of the child.Qu Guohui was on duty here at night.

Zhang Xinglong opened the quilt, carefully took off his coat and hung it on the wall, took off his shirt and trousers and got under the quilt.

The hospital is on the hillside, and the room with the windows open is lukewarm.But only the surgery side can open the window, but not the internal medicine and ENT side.There is a morgue outside, which is taboo for many people.

When it was almost midnight, Zhang Xinglong finally understood what Doctor Zheng meant.

The entire right hand hurts as if being repeatedly cut by a knife.It's hot, cramping, burning, and when the heart beats, it hurts sharply, as if it hurts even when you breathe.

After standing for a while, Zhang Xinglong's forehead was covered with sweat.

The entire right hand seemed to explode at any time.

It hurts to hold it, it hurts to lay it down, it hurts to put it on the bed, it hurts to put it on the chest, and there is nothing to distract attention. Ni Chengli doesn't know if he is asleep or not, and there is no sound at all. little snore.

Not to mention sleeping, he would collapse just lying down like this.

I got up, put on my coat, walked lightly to the corridor outside, and walked back and forth along the corridor to smoke, so that I could feel better.

The doors of the wards and the offices of the doctors and nurses were closed, the energy-saving lamps radiated a blue and white cold light, and there was no one in the silence.

I wandered around until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night. I was tired and exhausted. It was cold even wearing a coat when the temperature dropped at night.

Back in the room, I hung up my coat and got back into the bed. After lying down for a while, the hand that had just been relieved began to throb and hurt again.It's almost crazy.

He knows what Dr. Zheng said about the painkiller injection, Dulantin, it won’t hurt after one injection, but that thing is not a fun thing, it is addictive, it is a medical drug, and he will not touch it even after he dies.

Some workers in the factory beat that because of their serious injuries and became addicted to it. It was a tragedy.

Fortunately, they are addicted to work-related injury treatment, they can apply, and they will be supplied on a monthly basis.Even so, Zhang Xinglong would never touch it.It would be better to die.

He didn't know what time it was, he fell asleep in a daze, feeling as if he had just dozed off, the sky was already bright, the corridor was noisy, and the doctors and nurses were all at work.

The pain in my hand is not as painful as yesterday, although it still hurts, but it is within the tolerable range.

I got up, got dressed, went to wash up, and then went back down later, oh, the room was full of people, several people were sitting on one bed.

That is to say, Ni Chengli looked very serious and no one dared to go there.

"What's the situation?" Zhang Xinglong looked at the two uncles sitting on his bed and asked.

"Your bed?"

"what."

"It's okay, we'll leave after the trickle, and check the bed in the morning."

Ni Chengli was wiping his face with a towel. He turned his head and said, "They share the bed with you. They usually don't live here. They hang up. Just check the bed for a while, or get a bottle to drip."

Zhang Xinglong raised his eyebrows, is that okay?Is it okay?

These old men and women are all retired workers, and those who are sick here are actually getting a subsidy.

Benxi Iron and Steel employees and retired employees who are sick and admitted to the hospital can apply for a medical subsidy at the unit, which costs dozens of yuan a day for working and more than ten yuan a day for retired employees.That's a lot of money right now.

Anyway, everyone doesn't need to pay for hospitalization, and Benxi Iron and Steel employees are here for free.

Doctors don't care about this matter, and they can't control it, and to be honest, they also have benefits, one is the performance rate, and the other is the medicine.For those who are hospitalized, some of them have three or four people in one bed, so they just drive up and hang up anyway.

Then the medicine was taken out and I don't know where it went.

Now there is a private clinic.

……

The doctor took the nurse to check the bed, put the bottles on Zhang Xinglong and Ni Chengli, and those old people left. The noisy inpatient department suddenly became quiet, as if everyone was acting together.

At noon, Zhao Shuang came down to see Zhang Xinglong, stayed here with him for a whole afternoon, the two of them went to the restaurant in front of the hospital for dinner and then Zhao Shuang went back.She can't be away from the baby for too long now, she'll bloat.

In the afternoon, the nurse brought Ni Chengli dumplings.Her name is Wang Li, Zhang Xinglong already knew it.

I also know that Ni Chengli's injury was not stabbed by others, but was strained by doing some work in the workshop.Just bragging.

It is the most likely to hurt the lungs when you pull hard, such as lifting heavy objects, and pulling them suddenly and vigorously.Bifurcation is a manifestation, no matter how serious it is, it is pneumothorax.

Zhang Xinglong didn't say anything, you can stab someone if you say so, I don't know what's so cool about asking someone to stab someone, it's not you stabbing others.

When Wang Li was free, she came to sit for a while, chatted with Ni Chengli, and got acquainted with Zhang Xinglong who came and went.

They are all young people, she is one year older than Zhang Xinglong, 22.

She is the most beautiful woman Zhang Xinglong has seen so far in his life, who doesn't like to talk to beautiful women.nothing wrong.

On the third day, Zhang Xinglong's right hand was changed to medicine, and the whole right hand was swollen up, it looked yellow and green, it didn't look like a human hand.

"Don't bump into it, be careful, and don't get wet, I guess you won't be able to press it tonight, it hurts." Zheng Ximei nagged while changing his dressing.

"Brother Zheng, I'll treat you to a meal someday when I'm free, I'll make you worry about it."

"A treat? Okay, can you drink?"

"How do I drink it? Isn't it because I'm hurt that I can't drink?"

"Who said that? Drink less beer, and it's okay to drink white wine all the time. Disinfection and sterilization can promote blood circulation, and it will get better soon."

"Really fake?"

"Can I still bully you? You'll know it after drinking it, itchy and fat."

"Are you responsible for speaking?"

Zheng Ximei raised her hand and patted him on the head: "Do you still dare to doubt me?" Several doctors and nurses laughed.He should be not much younger than Zhang Qingzhi, and it didn't feel wrong to take a picture of Zhang Xinglong.

(End of this chapter)