I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 316 Mrs. Luo’s sweet dream ()

I was probably too excited about successfully extracting penicillin, so my dreams at night were inevitably related to it.

In her dream, she watched as she calmly took out the knife, cut open a man's back carbuncle, cleaned up the overflowing pus and blood, and sprinkled it with saprophytic and muscle-removing powder. Then, she fed him half a bottle of penicillin solution.

She felt something was wrong at the time, but she could not figure out what the problem was in her dream, until the patient began to feel sick and dizzy, and soon fell into convulsions and shock, leading to death.

Skin test! How could she make such a stupid mistake and forget that she must do a skin test before using penicillin!
But how could this be possible? She had clearly carved these taboos into her bones and blood, so how could she accept a perfectly good life to be ruined in her own hands?

Luo Qianhuai sat up suddenly from the bed, his body soaked in cold sweat, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Fortunately, fortunately it was just a dream. She calmed down, checked the system, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the "Dream Come True" reward was still in the storage column.

Yes, it should only be a sweet dream that comes true. What happened just now was obviously a terrifying nightmare.

On the third night, Luo Qianhuai was still thinking about papermaking before going to bed, but he was no longer as obsessed as the first night, and because he didn't sleep well for two consecutive nights, he quickly fell asleep.

This time, she dreamed that she was boating on the sea, surrounded by the endless blue sea and sky, looking up at the rolling clouds, the calm waves below her, and seeing fish and seabirds coming and going freely from time to time. It was indescribably peaceful and beautiful.

A fountain appeared in the distance, and the broken jade light appeared under the sunlight. Luo Qianhuai even saw a seven-color rainbow, which was really beautiful.

However, at the next moment, the fountain teleported in front of her. The huge whale head lifted up from the water, lifted her and the boat up high, and then fell heavily into the water.

When Luo Qianhuai woke up, he still remembered the suffocating and helpless feeling after entering the water. She would never look forward to traveling by boat again in her lifetime.

Problems with sleep quality are not a big deal to doctors. She prescribed a prescription to replenish energy and calm the nerves, and the effect was immediate.

Nights 4, 5, 6 and 3 were all dreamless nights. As long as one more night passed, the Laoshizi reward would be automatically invalidated. Anyway, she didn't have much expectations for the rewards from the system, so if it could lead to fewer troubles, it wouldn't be unacceptable.

But on this last night, she still had a long dream.

A stretcher was thrown on the ground, covered with blood clots, just like the blood tofu collected in the basin after killing the pig, piled there in plain sight.

The door of the emergency operating room was covered with bloody footprints, of all sizes, patterned, and lumpy. A strong woman squatted against the wall, crying so hard that it was impossible to watch.

Change your shoes, brush your hands, put on green surgical gown, hat and mask, and enter the operating room.

The strong smell of disinfectant, the bright shadowless lamp, the various instruments that kept sounding, and the tense and anxious atmosphere condensed together.

Several people dressed the same as her had arrived long ago and were looking at the data displayed on the instruments and communicating in low voices.

There was a bloody man lying on the operating table. There was a long gash on the right side of his neck, and a very small amount of blood slowly oozed from it.

The instruments beside the bed honestly displayed data: blood pressure could not be measured, heartbeat and breathing had stopped. My body was still warm, but it obviously wouldn't last long.

The injured person's blood must have dried up on the way to the hospital, and he has lost his vital signs. Even if he is resuscitated, it may not be of any use.

Luo Qianhuai sighed in his heart and looked up at the people surrounding the operating table.

They are all people who used to cooperate with each other, and they can be identified by their body shape and eyes: Brother Zhao, the anesthesiologist, Brother Jin, the chief resident of the orthopedics department, and Brother Lin, the chief resident of the general surgery department.
By the way, there was another person whose name she had heard for a long time but met for the first time.

Du Mo, a returned doctor personally hired by the dean and an outstanding graduate representative of the University of Heidelberg in country D, was directly parachuted into the Department of Head and Neck Surgery as the deputy director at the age of thirty, becoming the youngest deputy chief physician in the hospital. It was a coincidence that Deputy Director Du had just finished an operation tonight when he heard that a patient had accidentally injured his neck by an angle grinder, so he immediately participated in the consultation and first aid.

While she was sizing him up, he happened to raise his head and glanced across her face inadvertently, feeling an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Those long, narrow and indifferent phoenix eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere before. But she clearly remembered that she had no interaction with Deputy Director Du in the past.

"Anesthesiologist, insert a deep intravenous catheter and do your best to replenish fluids." Deputy Director Du ignored her completely and lowered his head in an instant, carefully detecting the patient's injuries.

His voice was cold and low, indescribably sweet, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"The internal jugular vein is ruptured and there are no other wounds around it." He said and stretched out his hand. Brother Lin, who was waiting next to him, immediately handed over the needle and thread. Then the whole room watched attentively as Deputy Director Du ligated the artery and divided it. Layer stitching.

Through disposable sterilized surgical rubber gloves, Luo Qianhuai could not see his hands clearly, but she knew that those hands must be slender and strong, just like sewing in front of her eyes, it was also fast and steady, and it didn't take long to sew. Stitch the wound neatly inside and out.

"Deputy Director Du's sewing skills are really beautiful." Brother Jin, the resident doctor at the Department of Orthopedics, has always been a straight-forward person. When he saw this, he couldn't help but said: "It's a pity that people were brought here too late. You are just sewing." No matter how good-looking it is, it means giving him a complete corpse."

The anesthesiologist was still frantically replenishing fluids, establishing two deep vein channels, and pouring crystalloids, colloids, and plasma into them desperately. But Luo Qianhuai and others knew in their hearts that this was just a chat about human affairs. The person lying on the stage was already a dead person. Although what Brother Jin just said was unpleasant, it was also a down-to-earth truth. Everything he did now, It's just to make the deceased's remains look better.

"Don't give up until the last moment." Deputy Director Du cut off the thread, threw the needle holder into the stainless steel tray, and moved his eyes to the various monitoring instruments beside the bed.

"There were no vital signs when we entered the hospital, and it has been more than half an hour now." Brother Lin muttered in a low voice: "Do we have to wait any longer?"

Luo Qianhuai actually meant the same thing. People are already like this, so it is better to inform their family members as soon as possible to prepare for funeral arrangements. If you wait any longer, there may not be any miracles.

A soft "beep" sound did not attract the attention of the general residents.

Brother Zhao, the anesthesiologist, had bloodshot eyes. He stared angrily at the rapidly dripping water and said impatiently: "Where's the interference?"

However, after a brief pause, this interference suddenly started to sound one after another.

The straight line on the ECG monitor suddenly jumped, and graceful curves were outlined up and down. Even the monotonous "beep" sound became particularly moving.

"Restored sinus heart rate!"

"Regaining spontaneous breathing!"

"Oh my god, he's alive!"

The operating room suddenly fell into almost crazy joy.

Luo Qianhuai laughed along with them, and then saw the person who had just insisted.

Deputy Director Du did not cheer like them.

He stood there quietly, his eyes still so cold and indifferent, only the corners of his eyes were raised slightly.

Luo Qianhuai suddenly wanted to know what this person's face would look like under the mask, and whether he would live up to such a pair of eyes that could captivate all living beings.