Doctor of Healing

Chapter 369 Is it possible to be "irritated"

Ji Xiang was taken aback, the patient seemed a little irritable.

Did you get irritable before you started gastric lavage?
The emergency physician also frowned at the patient, as if evaluating the patient's compliance.

"Doctor..." The patient was a little embarrassed at this time, and quickly endured his discomfort, explaining, "I feel bad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Lie down, I'll take a look." The emergency physician didn't bother with the patient, and started the physical examination.

The patient's heart rate was 100 beats/min, blood pressure was 98/65mmHg, he was conscious, mildly irritable, dry skin, and there was no abnormality in cardiopulmonary auscultation.

The medical history is clear, and symptoms such as nausea and vomiting occurred after taking a bottle of toilet water of about 16ml around 300:[-].

The emergency physician instructs the nurse to connect to the QZD-B automatic high-efficiency gastric lavage machine and use small liquid volume and low pressure to rinse repeatedly
After giving the doctor's order, the emergency physician turned and left without even bothering to look at the patient.

For emergency doctors, the treatment is the same whether they eat half-baked beans or drink 300*** dew.

Gastric lavage, rehydration, and waiting for the "overnight meal" in the stomach to be spit out and arranged for observation. In severe cases, some proton pump inhibitors are used. The routine is simple and clear.

Emergency physicians thought it was routine, but Jixiang watched it with gusto.

The patient who drank 300*** dew turned out to be like this. Jixiang will remember this scene deeply, and he will definitely not panic when he encounters similar patients in the future.

By the way, Jixiang took out his mobile phone and searched for the effect of oral toilet water.

"Old Meng, what are you doing?" The emergency physician walked out of the emergency room and saw Meng Qingfei who had just heard the patient's roar and came out to check the situation.

Meng Qingfei seemed a little dull, he hesitated for a moment, and Ji Xiang noticed that his eyes had been staring at the patients in the emergency room.

"Old Meng, what's the matter?" The emergency physician was also a little puzzled.

"No." Meng Qingfei put his hands behind his back subconsciously, and wiped the white suit's buttocks, as if he had just washed his hands.

"The patient may have a poor metabolism of alcohol, his body is red and hot, and he is crazy about alcohol. It's nothing! I'm going to work." The emergency physician hurried all the way back to the consulting room, and there were already piles of patients there.

"Teacher Meng, what's wrong with you?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I have seen 6 patients who drink toilet water and need gastric lavage, but this patient is different." Meng Qingfei looked at the patient who was preparing for gastric lavage with flickering eyes, with a serious expression on his face.

"Different?" Ji Xiang was surprised, "The symptoms of the consultation and physical examination are exactly the same as what Brother Zhao said."

Meng Qingfei thought for a while, turned his head, seemed to be thinking, but smiled helplessly after a few seconds.

"Maybe I'm suspicious."

He glanced at the patient's ECG monitoring again, turned around and took Ji Xiang away.

"Xiaoji, I ordered beef dumplings for you." Meng Qingfei said, "Last time I ordered rake beef, I think you taste very delicious."

"I eat the same thing." Ji Xiang said, "Mr. Meng, what do you think is wrong with the patients in the emergency room?"

Even if Meng Qingfei wanted to forget the uncomfortable feeling just now, Ji Xiang couldn't help reminding him repeatedly.

"I can't tell, I just feel that something is wrong." Meng Qingfei was full of suspicion, "The patient's vital signs are stable, so there should be no problem..."

As he spoke, Meng Qingfei "walked" forward with his upper body, his feet nailed to the ground like nails. If Ji Xiang hadn't stretched out his hand to help him, he might have fallen flat.

"Teacher Meng, be careful."

"Uh...hahaha, I have dementia, and my hands and feet are uncoordinated." Meng Qingfei teased himself.

"Vovo~~~" A loud vomit came from behind.

Not to mention Meng Qingfei, even Jixiang was used to the sound of gastric lavage patients in the emergency department vomiting.

There will be gastric lavage patients in every shift, and this point is fine now, more people come to the hospital for gastric lavage and transfusion in the middle of the night after drinking too much.

"Doctor Lang! The patient doesn't cooperate, let's take a look!" The nurse shouted angrily while standing at the door of the emergency room.

Meng Qingfei shrugged, "Stomach lavage is so uncomfortable, it's no wonder we can cooperate."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked again.

Ji Xiang also looked over, the patient's family members pressed the patient's body, but the patient's hands were still waving, as if struggling.

The heart rate on the ECG monitoring has reached 130 beats per minute, and it should be caused by the violent action of refusing gastric lavage just now.

"Xiaoji, do you drink?" Meng Qingfei asked absently.

"I can drink a little, but I basically don't drink it." Ji Xiang replied, "I drink two cups every year when the family gathers during the Chinese New Year, but only two cups."

"Drink less." Meng Qingfei returned to the emergency surgery room, and almost bumped his head on the door when he turned around.

"Brother Meng, be careful, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Zhe asked suspiciously.

Seeing that Meng Qingfei was restless, Ji Xiang thought of the elderly patient who had been taking estazolam and eating a lot of grapefruit all year round.

If Meng Qingfei hadn't woken up with a start, the patient would have fallen asleep in the waiting hall, and when rhabdomyolysis was discovered, he might not be able to save him.

This is the intuition of the old doctor. Ji Xiang felt that it was not that simple, so he entered the system space with breathless concentration.

"Brother Meng, you should be fine. There is alcohol in the dew, so it's probably due to alcohol intolerance, just like drinking too much." Zhao Zhe said, "I've seen similar patients who couldn't hold back after drinking too much.

Once the traffic police checked for drunk driving and pulled a drunk buddy to draw blood. "

"The nurse was almost beaten in the treatment room. I quickly pulled the nurse out, and there was a bang bang bang inside. In the end, the buddy refused to allow blood collection, and the traffic police couldn't help it. I was really frightened and frightened. Bad luck. People who drink too much are like this, if they really drink into a puddle of mud..."

Zhao Zhe was still babbling, when suddenly Ji Xiang had a serious expression, "Mr. Meng, can this kind of behavior of the patient be called irritability?"

"Agitated?" Meng Qingfei's eyes lit up, but then he fell into a long exam.

Ji Xiang's words pointed out a direction. If it wasn't for the patient's agitation due to gastric lavage, it seemed that he could think of more if he explained it with irritability.

"Family, hold him down!" The emergency physician's voice came.

This is also normal. For gastric lavage, patients are often held down.

Meng Qingfei turned around suddenly, the "problem" of uncoordinated hands and feet disappeared, and trotted to the emergency room.

"Xiao Lang, don't take off the ECG monitor yet!" Meng Qingfei said.

"Ah, Lao Meng, what's going on?" The emergency physician was removing the electrode membrane and was about to hold the patient down for gastric lavage.She raised her head when she heard Meng Qingfei's words, and looked at Meng Qingfei suspiciously.

"Look again, look again." Meng Qingfei didn't know why, but his intuition told him it was wrong.Especially the sentence that Ji Xiang asked—anxiety, like a key, has opened the door.

(End of this chapter)