As he was about to sleep, Ji Xiuwen ca out of seclusion.
The first thing he did was rush to Lu Xuan’s room.
"Why didn’t you co back all night yesterday?" he asked as soon as he entered.
"The City First Hospital admitted a patient with a severe heart attack. They used all possible dications and invited many traditional and Western dicine doctors for a consultation, but to no avail. In the end, Old Zhou... acupuncture master Zhou Jiande recomnded , so I went over."
"But did it really require the entire night?"
Lu Xuan explained, "The situation was quite serious. I initially used acupuncture to relieve the patient’s pain, which bought us so ti for further treatnt. The dicine prescribed was from the Yang Support School..."
"Yang Support School?"
"That’s the Fire God School. The prescription contained a large amount of Aconite, and as you know, if not handled properly, Aconite can not only fail to cure the illness but also cause poisoning. I had to brew the dicine personally, and the patient’s condition was severe. They took two large doses of Aconite within ten hours. How could I not stay?"
"Hiss... That serious?"
Ji Xiuwen was not familiar with the Yang Support School, but he knew about the Fire God School. It was one of the seven major schools of traditional Chinese dicine, sothing he learned in school. However, compared to Cold Pathogenic Disease, he didn’t know much about the other schools.
Nowadays, most practitioners of traditional Chinese dicine follow the Cold Pathogenic Disease path.
After all, the "Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Warm Pathogenic Diseases" had a significant impact on later generations of Chinese dicine.
"By the way, you ntioned inviting many traditional and Western dicine doctors for a consultation, who were they to cause such a stir?" Ji Xiuwen asked with a curious expression.
Lu Xuan originally didn’t want to ntion Ji Huan, but he knew Ji Xiuwen’s curiosity, and if not explained clearly, he might pester him all night. Without much thought, he replied, "The one in charge of health affairs."
"Which one?"
"From the district?"
"No, the one with the sa surna as you."
"The sa surna as ..."
Ji Xiuwen thought seriously for a mont, seed to realize sothing, then suddenly looked up at Lu Xuan, uncertainly saying, "Deputy Mayor Ji?"
"Yes."
"Damn."
Ji Xiuwen couldn’t help but curse, "No wonder you said many traditional and Western dicine doctors were consulted. If it’s that person, it makes sense."
Although he was a recent graduate, he knew that if sothing happened to that person at the City First Hospital, it would cause a massive disturbance in Yong City.
"So you didn’t sleep all night?"
"Pretty much."
"Yes, with that person, probably no one would dare to sleep. If sothing really happened..." Ji Xiuwen couldn’t even imagine.
"Even if it wasn’t that person, we couldn’t sleep!"
Lu Xuan was sowhat speechless at Ji Xiuwen’s train of thought, but he understood his aning. After all, given that person’s special status, everyone had to take it seriously.
"Seems so." Ji Xiuwen nodded.
If an ordinary patient was that serious, as the attending physician, you couldn’t sleep until the patient was out of life-threatening danger. You had to constantly monitor the patient’s condition.
So doctors go days and nights without sleep during surgeries, and when they co off the operating table, many are exhausted, with so even collapsing. In rare cases, doctors have been known to die suddenly on the operating table. After all, so major surgeries can last tens of hours.
During a surgery, a doctor can’t just stop halfway to rest, right?
Especially in neurosurgery, it has to be completed in one go without any delay. The longer the surgery, the higher the chance the patient won’t make it off the operating table.
In this regard, Lu Xuan wasn’t wrong in what he said.
No matter the patient’s identity, as a doctor, you must take it seriously.
However, the different statuses and positions do lead to different treatnts. The responsibility the attending physician has to bear also varies depending on the situation.
Moreover, as a doctor, your ntality is different when facing ordinary patients versus that person.
"I originally wanted to ask you sothing, but never mind, you should sleep. I’ll ask tomorrow." Ji Xiuwen said, preparing to leave.
"I might have so errands at the Health Center tomorrow morning. I’ll talk to you in the afternoon."
"What errands?"
"An uncle’s niece with developntal issues, they’ve visited many hospitals to no avail and said it was congenital. They asked to see if there’s any help from traditional Chinese dicine."
"So you’re going to be working overti again tomorrow morning?"
"If it’s one person, it shouldn’t take long."
"Do you need to help?"
"No need, just stay ho and review well."
To see Wang Youqing’s niece for growth and developnt issues, Lu Xuan didn’t plan to have Ji Xiuwen co along. For one thing, the niece was about their age, and too many people would be awkward. It was better for Ji Xiuwen to stay ho and review. After all, he had discussed many gastrointestinal issues with Ji Xiuwen this week, which he needed ti to fully absorb and make his own.
"Alright, I won’t go then."
Ji Xiuwen knew that the uncle’s niece was likely not young, and it was a matter of growth and developnt. He wasn’t the attending doctor, and going would make the girl feel awkward, and he would eventually have to leave the consultation room. Rather than that, it would be better to stay ho and study. Plus, growth and developnt weren’t the focus of his dical career path, so going or not made little difference.
However, Ji Xiuwen planned to ask Lu Xuan about it later.
After all, knowing more never hurt.
...
The next day.
It was Sunday.
When Lu Xuan got up, he found Ji Xiuwen wasn’t there. He guessed Ji Xiuwen might have gone down to buy breakfast, so after washing up, he went to the balcony, opened all the windows, and began his morning physical exercises in the rising sunlight.
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