Busy all afternoon, Chen Cang finally took a mont to rest, facing another night shift tonight.
With a helpless shake of his head, Chen Cang leaned back in his chair for a brief rest.
He casually opened up today’s rewards.
"Ding! Successful resection of a false aortic aneurysm earns you rewards: 1. Experience 5000; 2. Lucky Bag 1; 3. Energy potion 2;"
Seeing the system prompt, a lucky bag again?
He casually opened the lucky bag, "You’ve earned 3 skill points."
Chen Cang was delighted, not bad at all. He originally thought he had plenty of skill points, only to realize they were quickly spent.
A sowhat fatigued Chen Cang looked at the energy potion, suddenly pensive, should he... try it?
After choosing to use it, Chen Cang suddenly felt his head lighten, as if he had beco wholly alert!
Chen Cang was a bit stunned; he had thought it was just a drink. Maybe he could even savor the taste, but upon clicking use, it took effect imdiately.
The experience was dreadful!
There was no sense of participation at all.
But his condition was like he had just woken up from sleep, truly not bad, the effect was satisfactory, it was just the enjoynt of the process that was missing.
So things, like the process, are actually more important than the result... like... eating sothing delicious! (Don’t let your mind wander)
Just then, the duty room door opened, and upon lifting his eyes, Chen Cang noticed it was Qin Yue, holding a thermal lunch box in her hand.
Qin Yue, seeing Chen Cang, walked over with a smile in her eyes.
"Tired, huh?"
Chen Cang shook his head, "Not tired!"
"Seeing you, I feel good everywhere, full of energy!"
Qin Yue rolled her eyes, "Hey? Chen Cang, why do I always feel there’s another aning behind your words nowadays!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Cang couldn’t help but offer an embarrassed smile.
Qin Yue opened the thermal box and said:
"I made you so food, eat up quickly. I see you’re on night shift, having been busy with surgeries all day, will you be able to cope?"
"Or should I take over your shift tonight?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Cang imdiately felt a warmth in his heart, looking at this sensible but silly girl, he couldn’t help but smile, "It’s fine!"
Opening the lunch box, two dishes, a soup, and rice.
Two dishes, one Di Sanxian, another scallion and egg.
Watching Chen Cang devour his food with relish, Qin Yue sat beside him, looking expectantly with her big eyes fixed on him.
After a while, she cautiously asked, "Is it tasty?"
Chen Cang was startled!
Looking at Qin Yue, who was uncharacteristically cautious, like waiting for exam results, he couldn’t help but laugh, "What’s the matter? Did you put drugs in the food?"
At that, Qin Yue imdiately picked up the soup, saying softly and sweetly, "Big Lang, take your dicine~"
Chen Cang instantly burst out laughing, nearly spitting out his food!
This girl, too mischievous.
Qin Yue watched expectantly, "I can’t make anything else, just learned these two dishes, how’s the taste?"
Chen Cang replied with a laugh, "It’s fantastic!"
"I’ve realized your culinary talent surpasses your surgical skills by a lot."
Qin Yue said with great satisfaction, "Of course!"
Right after that, she felt deflated, "I heard that uncle and auntie are chefs, and I’m just worried that what I make won’t be good enough... Sigh!"
Seeing Qin Yue like this, Chen Cang couldn’t help but laugh.
"My parents are chefs, but they won’t pick on the food you make."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yue imdiately said, "Then accompany to go shopping on Saturday, I’ll buy you so clothes. You haven’t bought any decent clothes. Don’t be laughed at when we go back, you should look presentable!"
"And, we should buy so gifts for uncle and auntie..."
Watching Qin Yue chatter on and on, fussing over every arrangent and plan just like she was preparing for an exam, with such dedication.
At this sight, Chen Cang felt a sense of contentnt mixed with a little bit of happiness.
After the al, Qin Yue cleaned up and left, and Chen Cang got up and returned to the doctors’ office.
The hospital wasn’t very busy, so Chen Cang sat there with pen and paper, writing and drawing, summarizing the day’s surgeries and treatnts.
This was a habit he had maintained for a long ti.
Especially the vascular suturing today had given him a lot of inspiration.
Around nine o’clock, Chen Cang was watching surgical videos when nurse Lele ca in:
"Dr. Chen, Dr. Yao is calling for you. A patient needs intubation."
Chen Cang nodded, put his phone in his pocket, and walked out.
As he arrived at the entrance to the ward, without even entering, Chen Cang heard a series of desperately urgent coughs!
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
This kind of cough was heart-rending, as if it couldn’t stop at all, as if it would tear the lungs out!
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The sound alone was distressing!
As soon as he entered, he saw the constantly fluctuating numbers on the heart monitor and the beeping alarm sound.
Chen Cang imdiately grew serious, while Yao Zhiwen looked helpless, which made Chen Cang quite curious.
On the bed lay an old man of over eighty, and beside him sat two won in their forties, along with an old lady.
They should be the patient’s children and wife.
Yao Zhiwen patiently explained, "The patient is in very bad condition now and needs intubation. Otherwise, the fluid coughed up could be inhaled into the lungs, causing lung infection and aggravating the condition!"
But... the three relatives remained unmoved.
This was the third ti Yao Zhiwen had explained the situation to the relatives, but seeing their unmoved faces, Yao Zhiwen turned to Lele with a numb scalp and said, "Go get the refusal of treatnt consent form and have the family sign it."
At this mont, the old lady, who looked educated and cultured, couldn’t help but say, "It’s okay, we have a suction device, and he’s able to cough it up, so no intubation is necessary."
The daughter, a decade or so older than Chen Cang, was equally firm, "If he is intubated, it ans his condition is getting more serious. We’ll wait and see, how does that saying go? Right, the ’last resort’!"
At this, Yao Zhiwen couldn’t help but laugh with exasperation.
Seeing the three almost indifferent relatives, Yao Zhiwen turned to Chen Cang, "Chen Cang, give a hand."
Chen Cang nodded, held the old man steady, and Yao Zhiwen patted the man’s back, then increased the oxygen flow rate on the mask slightly.
But... it was just a temporary fix.
Seeing that the old man’s cough had improved slightly, the woman couldn’t help but say, "See, I told you, just so patting and a bit more oxygen, and he’s fine. There’s absolutely no need for intubation."
Hearing the relatives’ ignorant and unreasonable words, Chen Cang patted Yao Zhiwen’s shoulder, signaling him not to rush.
Chen Cang asked, "What’s the situation with the patient?"
Yao Zhiwen replied, "Acute brain infarction. Yesterday morning, the patient suddenly experienced weakness in the left side of his body. He was alone at ho and did not take it seriously. This morning, the symptoms suddenly worsened, he had unclear speech, and developed left-sided hemiplegia. He was brought to the hospital at 3 p.m., and MRI showed a right brainstem infarction."
"He has a history of hypertension, diabetes... Because we missed the therapeutic window and there are contraindications, thrombolytic therapy was not perford, and the patient’s relatives refused interventional thrombectomy treatnt."
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