Xu Qinghuan was lifted off the ground in a princess carry, and as she rose abruptly, she panicked a little, letting out a soft "ah" and held Jiang Xingye tighter.
Jiang Xingye couldn’t help but chuckle, taking a deep breath of the delicate fragrance from her body.
Outside, there were already people arriving for work, and with people coming and going, he quickly put Xu Qinghuan down when he heard soone approaching. He smoothed her slightly disheveled hair and said, "I’ll go out first. Freshen up, and we’ll eat breakfast before we head back."
He was so elated that he almost bumped into the door fra on his way out.
Liu Weijun recovered well overnight, with no signs of high fever. By morning, he was much more spirited after waking up.
After checking on him, Xu Qinghuan prescribed him so dicine and advised that a few days of rest would make him better.
In the dean’s office, Dean Deng said to the textile factory director, Cao Congjun, "Although Doctor Xu is young, her dical skills are outstanding. It’s evident, and I witnessed yesterday’s surgery with my own eyes; otherwise, I wouldn’t dare make such a promise to you.
As to whether it can be successfully done in the end, I suggest you let Doctor Xu diagnose young Cao."
Cao Congjun was inevitably tempted. His son had heart disease since childhood; he couldn’t run or jump, and seizures occurred frequently, nearly taking him several tis.
Seeing his child sitting quietly every day, looking at other kids outside jumping and playing through the window, only able to watch with envy made Cao Congjun feel as if a piece was carved out of his heart, painful enough for him to suspect he might also have a heart problem.
He had taken his child to big hospitals in Shen City or Yan City before. Firstly, the costs were too high for them to afford, and secondly, they said there was no certainty; if the surgery failed, the child might not survive.
This was a weight that neither he nor his wife could bear.
Standing in the dean’s office, seeing the young Xu Qinghuan coming from the end of the corridor, he thought for a mont and decided to give up the idea of letting her diagnose his son.
She was simply too young.
How could he irresponsibly place his son’s life in her hands when the famous experts in Shen City and Yan City were unsure?
Dean Deng didn’t insist, but he felt it was a pity.
To an outsider, it’s just a sight, but to an insider, it’s knowledge. After observing one of Xu Qinghuan’s surgeries, Dean Deng had a rough understanding of her skills.
Combined with the Life-saving Pill Xu Qinghuan showcased yesterday, he felt her dical skills were unfathomable.
"Doctor Xu, are you heading back?" Dean Deng quickly went over.
Xu Qinghuan nodded, "Dean, if there’s a surgery, please arrange to inform in advance. In two or three days, the production team will start harvesting, and I’m afraid I won’t have the ti then."
Dean Deng took a look at her hands and thought, how could such a pair of hands handle rough, tiring work, "Doctor Xu, since you don’t want to work in the hospital, could you compromise and beco a barefoot doctor for the production team?"
In this way, Xu Qinghuan wouldn’t have to work in the fields.
Jiang Xingye stood quietly beside them, thinking this was quite good but not making any decisions for Xu Qinghuan without her input.
"What about Tang Jini?" Xu Qinghuan asked.
"Shangjiang Team has a poor opinion of her; she’s had several dical accidents there and lacks the ability to manage independently. We are considering moving her to another position.
The township health center also needs staff; I would suggest transferring her there. As for Shangjiang Team, you can take charge—what do you think?"
Being a barefoot doctor for the production team certainly beats clocking in at the county hospital. Handling affairs when needed, while also having the excuse to search for treasures in the mountains under the guise of gathering herbs, seed quite beneficial to Xu Qinghuan.
"Thank you very much, Dean," Xu Qinghuan replied with a smile.
Dean Deng also breathed a sigh of relief. He had really racked his brains to make a good impression on Xu Qinghuan.
"Help, save my son, Dean Deng, please save my son!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Cao Congjun rushed out to see his wife carrying their five-year-old son, who was cyanotic, struggling to breathe, and having convulsions.
Even though Dean Deng had experienced this a few tis before, he was still shocked to see the child like this.
"Doctor Xu, this child has a congenital heart defect; can you help save him?" Dean Deng asked urgently.
"Put the child down!"
Li Chunyan knelt with a thud on the floor. The child was laid flat on a bench in the hallway. Xu Qinghuan took out a Life-saving Pill and placed it in the child’s mouth, then held his hand to feel the pulse. After a while, she changed to the other hand and felt it again, then said,
"Congenital ventricular septal defect, abnormal channel between the left and right ventricles, leading to left atrial and ventricular hypertrophy. To completely cure it, surgery is necessary."
The pulse is sotis more accurate than instrunts.
While speaking, the child’s breathing stabilized, and the cyanosis on his face gradually faded. He looked around and saw his parents, calling out, "Dad, Mom!"
Li Chunyan breathed a huge sigh of relief, bawling aloud, hugging the child tightly, "Pingping, don’t be afraid; Pingping is okay now, Pingping will get better."
This ti, the son recovered without the intense ergency interventions. Cao Congjun had to reconsider Dean Deng’s suggestion; he feared the next ti this occurred, the child might not be saved.
"Doctor Xu, hello, I am the child’s father, Cao Congjun. Is my son temporarily okay?" Cao Congjun asked, slightly ingratiatingly.
"He won’t have any imdiate issues."
Jiang Xingye helped Xu Qinghuan to stand up from the ground. Earlier, she had also been half-kneeling to check the child’s pulse.
The four of them went to the dean’s office together. Cao Congjun couldn’t hold back, with tears in his eyes, "I’m truly grateful to Doctor Xu. Your great kindness, I will never forget.
My child indeed has congenital heart disease. I ca today intending to consult about surgery for him, and Dean Deng recomnded you to ."
"Heart surgery?" Xu Qinghuan frowned slightly. This surgery would be very simple in the future, but at this ti, the hospital’s conditions were inadequate, making such a surgery relatively risky.
But it wasn’t impossible to perform.
Seeing Xu Qinghuan’s expression, Dean Deng was sowhat relieved. Young people tend to be impulsive; if Xu Qinghuan had imdiately said, yes, no problem, it’s guaranteed to be okay, he would have been worried.
Cao Congjun’s heart, however, was now on edge.
Does this an the surgery can’t be done?
If it can’t be done, what about his son?
He had long forgotten his doubts about Xu Qinghuan earlier. Now, hearing his son talking happily in the corridor, comforting his mother with childish words, felt like a sharp knife stabbing in his heart.
"Doctor Xu, are there problems?" Cao Congjun asked.
"This surgery isn’t particularly difficult, but the county hospital’s infrastructure doesn’t et the surgery’s requirents. If the surgery is to be done, it either has to be in a city hospital or the county hospital needs to invest in so equipnt, including procuring so dicines."
Dean Deng wanted to improve the county hospital’s dical standards, so he imdiately said, "Doctor Xu, please list what’s needed. I will apply to the higher-ups. If it can be approved, we will perform the surgery at the hospital. If not, we will arrange for it to be done at a city hospital."
The items needed are for the surgery. Xu Qinghuan made the list and preliminarily set the surgery for September when the weather just begins to cool, conducive to wound healing.
Before leaving, Cao Congjun bought two more Life-saving Pills from Xu Qinghuan, ten yuan a pill, imdiately paying thirty yuan to her. He expressed endless gratitude as he saw Xu Qinghuan off.
The two went to eat at a state-run restaurant and t Li Shouzhi, who had co looking for them.
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