No matter what, the person fainted. He quickly sent the person to the treatment room.

Dr. Jiang personally went to get a blood pressure monitor and asked the two classmates who sent them over: "Do you know what's wrong with her?"

"We don't know." Feng Yicong was afraid that the teacher would think that they made classmate Xie faint, so he hurriedly told the teachers about the incident. "We saw her talking to the patient at the entrance of the hospital."

This student Xie is so active. When he comes back, he greets the patient first, but he doesn't meet with them first. Dr. Jiang thought to himself. How can he faint when he meets the patient?

"We don't know how she was dizzy. But when Shihua saw her, she said that her face was not very good." Feng Yicong said.

"Are you too tired? They said she went home to see her family and rushed back, which would be tired." Dr. Jiang guessed.

Yu Xuexian took the blood pressure monitor in his hand, tied the cuff to Xie Wanying's right arm, and measured his blood pressure.

"Do you know what's going on with her family?" Dr. Jiang asked Yu Xuexian.

Yu Xuexian, wearing a stethoscope, shook his head, and he couldn't explain it clearly on the phone before.

Everyone pays attention to the blood pressure value. After the dosage, they only saw that the blood pressure is a little low, with systolic blood pressure of more than 80 and diastolic blood pressure of more than 50.

After a while, it may be better to lie down, Xie Wanying, who was on the bed, opened her eyelids.

"What do you think?" Dr. Jiang asked near her ear.

She finally pushed the cloud away. Xie Wanying opened her eyes and saw the teacher and senior brother surrounded by the bedside, and said, "It's okay."

"You lie down well, your blood pressure is a little low." Yu Xuexian put away the cuff of the blood pressure monitor and muttered to her, "I told you on the phone before, telling you not to hurry, come back slowly, and call if you have something to do."

"Yes." Xie Wanying responded cautiously to Senior Brother.

"Did you have a good meal?" Seeing that her expression was as classmate Pan said, her complexion was not very good and was pale, Yu Xuexian raised his eyebrows and asked her again.

"I ate a little, but I didn't eat much." Xie Wanying thought for a while and answered this way. Now she would rather say that she was hypoglycemia than being suspected by her senior brother. For example, if she knew she had gone to donate blood, she would definitely involve her cousin who was hospitalized in Guozhi.

"Test your blood sugar." Dr. Jiang said to the students behind him because she was afraid that she would have low blood sugar.

Pan Shihua's eyes fell on Xie's face and did not move, and his eyebrows were a little confused: Is it really hypoglycemia?

Feng Yicong turned around and listened to the teacher's order to go out to get the blood sugar meter. When he walked to the door, he met the person who was leaving in the corridor. He was shocked: "Tao, Senior Brother Tao--"

Dr. Jiang and Yu Xuexian instantly thought they had heard it wrong: How could that Buddha come to the emergency room?

On Saturday afternoon, unlike their turn to work, they basically didn’t get off work in the hospital. Tao Zhijie had no need to be on duty for a long time. What’s more, Tao Zhijie is now wearing a white coat, and it is obvious that he hasn’t gotten off work from the hospital today.

Opposite the Department of Hepatobiliary External Neurosurgery, there was a turbulent movement in the Department of Neurosurgery. It was difficult to know if he didn't want to know about Hepatobiliary External Neurosurgery. I heard that Cao Yong went there last night and didn't come back. After returning to the department in the early morning, he slept in the department and hurried out again at noon. After a little guess, he knew that something might have happened.

"Yingying is back, right?" Tao Zhijie didn't walk to the door of the treatment room and asked classmate Feng.
Chapter completed!