Zhou Congwen looked at Shen Lang's excited look and felt very complicated and uneven.

In his last life, Zhou Congwen didn't like people like Shen Lang very much. In his opinion, all his attention should be focused on work and be brave and diligent.

With Shen Lang's hippie and smiling style, he is more concerned about gossip than a rare case. Zhou Congwen thinks he is definitely not a good doctor.

But after his rebirth, Zhou Congwen made some changes, not as hard as he was in his previous life, and his heart was as strong as his iron.

At this moment, Zhou Congwen saw Shen Lang's eyes shining, but he didn't feel contempt or thought he was wrong, but he just felt very fun.

I don’t know what gossip Shen Lang can find out, and Zhou Congwen even looked forward to the ending of this matter.

But this process has nothing to do with Zhou Congwen. The patient is a patient from the anorectal department. After Shen Lang inquired about the process, Zhou Congwen drove all the patients from the thoracic department back to the ward.

Really, what a joke? I came out to watch the fun with my breast bottle. Do you think you are a patient in the anorectal department? What if I squeezed the breast bottle out in the crowd?

After checking the room, Zhou Congwen found that one patient was missing.

Mr. Yang from Ward No. 6 was gone.

"Where are others?" Zhou Congwen asked other patients while patting the straight quilt on the hospital bed.

"I don't know, I went out early in the morning." The patient's family was quite polite to Zhou Congwen.

Early in the morning...

Mr. Yang is a patient with stubborn tuberculosis pleural effusion. He should not have been treated in the third hospital, but should have gone to an infectious hospital.

But the infectious hospital is particularly remote. Mr. Yang is depressed and doesn't want to continue living in the infectious hospital after he dies.

He was not in the tuberculosis activity period, so he came to the Third Hospital with several relationships.

In fact, Li Qinghua doesn’t want to accept it either. Such patients should consider the issue of occupying bed even if they don’t consider contagious matters.

The thoracic surgery bed in the Third Hospital is now very fast, and taking a bed by Mr. Yang has a significant impact on the department.

I always have to consider face and favors.

After coming, I gave Mr. Yang a closed chest drainage, which led to a large amount of pleural effusion. The drainage volume was about 300ml every day, and the chest tube could not be pulled out at all. It has been more than 3 weeks.

Zhou Congwen was worried that Mr. Yang would have problems, mainly because he was afraid that he would see the fun of the anorectal department next door, so he pulled out the chest vial when the patient's family was excited...

In the hospital, any strange thing may occur, so you must be careful.

Unable to find someone, Zhou Congwen returned to the office.

"Li Ran, Mr. Yang from Ward No. 6 is not here. Do you know where he went?" Zhou Congwen asked the bed manager.

"I asked a few times, but the old man didn't say it." Li Ran raised his hand, pulled the corner of his mouth, and showed a crying face. "Every day after checking the room, he disappeared, and there were no slight drops... I suggest giving him a set of slight drops, even if he didn't add antibiotics and a bottle of salt water."

Zhou Congwen scratched his head, and he walked to the door and shouted loudly, "Shen Lang!"

"Ah?" Shen Lang was chatting with the families of the patients in the anorectal department in the corridor, and heard Zhou Congwen calling him, and ran over reluctantly.

"Mr. Yang from Ward No. 6 is not here. Do you know where he went?"

"I've gone to play chess." Shen Lang replied immediately, not disappointing Zhou Congwen's expectations.

"Hmm? Play chess?" Zhou Congwen was stunned.

"Last night he was walking around the world with his chest bottle. I saw that he was in very good condition, not as weak as before, so I chatted for a while." Shen Lang said, "Guess what? Someone played chess in the center green space next to our hospital. He found the place and had a chess friend."

Zhou Congwen felt unhappy.

The chest vial, the patient is still wearing the chest vial!

I'm still looking for a place to play chess after all this? Why not be careless?

"Congwen, don't be angry?" Shen Lang said with a smile, "I saw Mr. Yang in a bad mood these days, but I was very happy yesterday. Just walk around, it's okay."

"What should I do if something happens?" Zhou Congwen glared at Shen Lang.

"I am not the director, nor the doctor, nor the doctor in charge of the bed. I don't know what to do." Shen Lang pushed.

Seeing that Zhou Congwen looked bad and there was gossip on that side, Shen Lang and Zhou Congwen called him and ran back.

Zhou Congwen sighed.

According to the principle, the old man should be arrested and hospitalized.

But this old man was not born to be an ordinary person, and letting him be hospitalized can make him crazy.

"Congwen, what should I do?" Li Ran asked with a serious face.

Shen Lang can ignore it, but Li Ran is a doctor in charge of the bed and can't escape if something happens.

"Let's go and have a look, adapt to the situation." Zhou Congwen thought for a long time, and finally came up with a solution that was not a solution.

"Okay." Li Ran nodded.

Zhou Congwen asked Shen Lang to look at the ward, change his clothes and go to the center green space with Li Ran.

200 meters east of the Third Hospital, one road is a large area of ​​green space.

The autumn is clear and the leaves at the top have turned golden yellow, and the sun shines with colorful colors, which is very beautiful.

Zhou Congwen was not in the mood to pay attention to the beautiful scenery here, but squinted his eyes and looked for Mr. Yang.

Really!

Are there patients like this?

Zhou Congwen was a little angry.

Although the hospital is not sterile and will not be infected when running out with a chest bottle, there is a risk of chest tube falling off after all.

Once something happens, who will deal with Mr. Yang or those old men?

That was pneumothorax, or an open pneumothorax. If no one dealt with it, he would have to die in the central green space.

"Congwen, why don't you tell the director and let the patient be discharged from the hospital automatically." Li Ran said.

This kind of patient with poor medical treatment is really hard to stay, so Li Ran, the doctor in charge of the clinic, is naturally unhappy.

Zhou Congwen ignored it and squinted his eyes to look for the patient.

As soon as I walked into the central green space, I saw a very familiar figure standing next to a table of people playing poker.

He held the hook on his chest bottle in his back, and looked like... like the Eight Banners's children who once walked birds in Sijiu City.

Zhou Congwen was stunned.

"I'll go and tell him!" Li Ran strode over and Zhou Congwen grabbed Li Ran's arm.

"What's wrong with Congwen?"

"Or what's going on?" Zhou Congwen frowned and murmured at Old Master Yang, who was leisurely and not like a patient.

"How can this work?" Li Ran was very angry, raised his hand and pulled the corners of his mouth down, expressing his anger with his expression.

"Shen Lang is right. If you hold it in the hospital for a long time, you will easily make people crazy." Zhou Congwen sighed, "Go back, I will report to the director. After get off work in the evening, call the patients and the families of the patients together, and I will communicate with them."

Li Ran did not think that Zhou Congwen was right to do this, but he had to respect the handling opinions of his superior doctors, and he didn't say much.

"Go back."

Before leaving, Zhou Congwen looked back at Mr. Yang who was holding his chest bottle with his back in his hand and watching the fun. What he was carrying was not a chest bottle, but really looked like a bird cage.
Chapter completed!