"Shen Lang, when will you be so awesome?" the anesthesiologist asked while urging the medicine to wake up.

His level is average and he dare not play the game where the patient wakes up after sewing the last stitch.

If the patient wakes up before the operation is finished, the thing is a crack, which is inhumane. It doesn’t matter if you are slower, chatting to pass the time, so you don’t have to worry anyway.

"Me? Hehe." Shen Lang stood aside and looked at the chest vial, not caring about the anesthesia doctor saying that he was not as good as Zhou Congwen.

"You have such a good temper." The instrument nurse glared at the anesthesiologist, afraid that Shen Lang would be embarrassed, so she asked, "Shen Lang, why did the patient get injured? Did he fall?"

"Made it myself." Shen Lang sighed.

"Hmm? I think he's pretty good. When I came in, I comforted me and said it's okay to get an acupuncture. Don't be too careful. He can't feel it, it's like a mosquito bite." The nurse intruded.

"Yes, he just doesn't feel very sensitive to pain. You can't see what your ribs are broken," said Shen Lang. "Often the injury is like this, they are lying in bed honestly. What we are worried about is breathing and coughing up sputum, and the patient has secondary lung infection."

"I'm going, what did he do?" The anesthesiologist was surprised and inexplicably.

"I saw him doing chest expansion exercises with my own eyes, and told the patient in the next bed that he had to exercise more to get better." As soon as Shen Lang talked about gossip, his eyes lit up, and he talked endlessly about some details about the patient in the ward.

Although this matter is not gossip for him, it is definitely for anesthesiologists and operating room nurses.

"He has already had abnormal breathing, and he is still doing chest expansion exercises?" The anesthesiologist was really shocked this time.

"I told him not to do it, and lay down honestly. He said I was a white-faced scholar. I could feel that there was no malice, but he just disobedient. Look, it's like this."

"It's a big trouble if you don't feel the pain."

"Pain is an instinct for humans to evolve to protect themselves, otherwise..." Shen Lang was happily gossiping, and suddenly Zhou Congwen's voice came from behind.

"What are you talking about so much?"

"Huh? Why are you back?" Shen Lang was surprised.

"I'll listen to the patient's left breathing sound." Zhou Congwen said, "Don't have injuries on the left."

The patient's anesthesia has begun to wake up and is struggling on the operating table.

Zhou Congwen took the stethoscope and listened carefully to his left breathing sound. He stood up straight after 20 seconds and returned the stethoscope to the anesthesiologist.

"How is it?" Shen Lang asked.

"It's okay." Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes, "Go back and remind the patient to stop making trouble."

Shen Lang also sighed, is this what he could listen if he wanted to remind him?

But no matter whether he listens or not, he must explain it clearly to the patient. I think the patient has undergone general anesthesia and thoracic surgery, which should be able to learn from the lesson.

Zhou Congwen was relieved after listening to it and turned around and left again.

What he was worried about was that the task was not completed, and the system lingered in his heart like a spell.

Although Zhou Congwen also knew that the system had no emotions, he just described some things objectively, and even guessed that no matter how he did it, the timeline would move forward, but it was possible to go in two different directions.

But since I know, I would like to remind you that if the patient insists on committing suicide... he cannot die, it is just traumatic pneumothorax.

After changing clothes and leaving the operating room and returning to the ward, Zhou Congwen went directly to Li Qinghua's office.

Chen Houkun sat on Li Qinghua's bed, and Li Qinghua was talking to the family of the patient who was also familiar with.

"Director Li, thank you, thank you." The patient's family burst into tears and grabbed Li Qinghua's hand and kept thanking him.

"You're welcome, no," Li Qinghua said with a smile, "Since the diagnosis given by several affiliated hospitals of Medical University are the same, it's all right."

Zhou Congwen smiled. He was the child who was misdiagnosed with myocarditis.

The diagnosis and treatment level of grassroots hospitals is just like that, the quality of themselves is different, and the number of patients they encounter is also different, and there are many reasons. At that time, I told my boss that the doctors in grassroots hospitals are most important for treatment, and it is not just a joke.

It would be enough to be able to treat underlying diseases, but this mistake in the People's Hospital has almost caused a serious psychological illness to a child.

Simply put, the child was almost scared to death.

"This is a special medicine, where is the child?" Li Qinghua took out the medicine that had been prepared from the drawer, but did not hand it over to the patient's family.

"I heard it's okay outside, it's a little better."

"Oh, please let him in." Li Qinghua smiled, "I will give you some advice and then go home and take medicine."

The patient's family bowed repeatedly and turned around and went out.

When the door closed, Professor Chen asked, "Misdiagnosis?"

"Well, I guess the first electrocardiogram was interfering. The first hospital directly diagnosed myocarditis, which almost scared the child to death." Li Qinghua shook his head.

He didn't say too much, and he didn't even mention the four words of the People's Hospital, but just said that he would visit the hospital for the first time.

"Oh, that's not right." Chen Houkun had seen countless misdiagnosis, and he smiled, "The child was frightened. Are you vitamins or something?"

"starch."

Heart disease can also be treated with heart medicine, and Li Qinghua has also prepared it very well.

Soon, the man brought the child in. The little boy looked sick, pale and powerless, and had to support him when he walked.

"Sit down." Li Qinghua stood up with a smile, reached out and touched the child's head, "I haven't seen each other for several years, and I'm so old. The last time I met, he came to the ward to visit him."

"Yes, it's been so many years in a flash."

"You know your disease. Now I'm considering it's not myocarditis." Li Qinghua said in the child's eyes.

"Uncle, but I'm exhausted..." The little boy looked at Li Qinghua and said weakly.

"Here, your situation is quite special, and it is a very rare situation. However, there are special medicines, you don't have to worry." Li Qinghua said seriously, word by word.

Hearing the words "Special Medicine", the child's eyes lit up.

"The advantage is that it will take three days orally, but the disadvantage is that it will be expensive."

"..." The little boy looked at Li Qinghua timidly.

"I happened to have leftovers from the previous patient here. These medicines are useless for other diseases. I have had antibodies in my body once, so I won't deal with them again, so he left the medicine for me. You are lucky, right."

As he said that, Li Qinghua handed the medicine to the child.

The little boy's hands were shaking a little.

He just went to high school and was a little confused about many things, but he could understand what Li Qinghua meant.

"Uncle, thank you." The little boy stood up tremblingly and bowed to Li Qinghua.

"But I have something to remind you that you can only take it for three days. Although there are no side effects, this medicine is very precious and we can't buy it in Northeast China. After taking it, I will give me the remaining medicine. If you catch up with the needs of others, I can help others."

"Yeah!" the child nodded vigorously.
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