Director Liu of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine shook his head and said with pity on his face: "Doctor Xiao has long said that you should see the patient first, see the patient first, but you just don't listen. Let me see if you make a diagnosis, a diagnosis, a diagnosis! Senior Chinese medicine doctor

As I said, if it is urgent, treat the symptoms; if it is slow, treat the root cause! This child's condition did not give us enough time to diagnose the cause, but you...you..."

"You! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Wang Dongying was old and strong, with red eyes. She jumped up and didn't even care about the prescription in her hand. She grabbed Director Liu's collar and asked angrily.

There was a sound.

"I said it, and Doctor Xiao also said it. Moreover, I said it a long time ago." Director Liu said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

What he said is true. Everyone knows it, including Wang Dongying.

"I..." At this time, Wang Dongying no longer knew what to say.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Dongying seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body. He loosened his hands and slowly fell to the ground.

Director Liu hurriedly supported him. No matter what he said, it was not because he was the dean of the medical school, but because he was an old man who had just lost his grandson, and he was already in his seventies this year.

Zhong Beishan was almost stunned. His eyes were dull and he looked like he was in a daze. He was thinking about one question. How could this happen? How could this happen?! Which step did I go wrong with? Should I clarify it first?

Is the diagnosis really wrong?!

*** hugged Wang Dongying and put him on the seat, and helped Zhong Beishan over there. After taking care of the two of them, *** had no strength left. Even though *** had strong bones.

, who is already in his seventies, cannot bear this sudden unexpected blow.

Xiao Yu didn't care about these people. He knew that there were two doctors, *** and Director Liu, and the two anxious doctors were doctors themselves. There would be no big problems. Even if there were problems, there would be medical care.

With the personnel around, nothing big can go wrong. The key now is to see how the child is doing.

When you have not actually seen the patient, you cannot talk about diagnosis and treatment lightly, nor can you give up easily. As a half-hearted doctor, Xiao Yu is quite insistent on this point.

"I'm going to see the patient." Xiao Yu left these words and rushed into the ICU ward.

"Help me go and take a look." Wang Dongying said feebly, her tone low and inaudible.

Over there, Zhong Beishan, who was sitting on the seat and let out two long breaths, also calmed down. After all, he was only in his fifties and his physical fitness was better than these old men. He persisted without waiting for others to say hello.

He stood up and said with shame: "I'm going to see the patient too. It's all my fault. My persistence was wrong. If I had listened to Dr. Xiao earlier, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

The patients are all dead. No matter how clear your diagnosis is, you can only build a bridge and pave the way for patients who may have this symptom in the future. But now this little patient has fallen into his own hands. I am afraid that this life is already full of self-centeredness.

Responsibility will never go away.

Looking at the "most effective" prescription for treating rickettsia falling gently on the ground, Zhong Beishan silently took a step and stepped on it. There was no trace of distress or nostalgia.

When the patient dies, everything loses value.

Zhong Beishan's steps were extremely heavy, as if his heart was beating hard with every step he took.

"Teacher, teacher, burn it and bury it." The bespectacled doctoral student completed the task assigned by Zhong Beishan and ran back happily and said.

"Burn this too." Zhong Beishan pointed to the prescription on the ground with a heavy heart and said slowly.

The doctoral student picked up the prescription note, looked at it carefully, and suddenly said: "Teacher, this is impossible! Why should such a precious prescription be burned? This is the result of your latest research, and you still need this

Submit the prescription and apply for a scientific research grant, have you forgotten, teacher?"

Zhong Beishan said without looking back: "People are already dead, so what's the use of asking for a prescription? It's unnecessary."

Zhong Beishan's voice was hoarse and low. He didn't look like a middle-aged man in his fifties at all. On the contrary, it sounded worse than an old man in his seventies or eighties.

"Who died? What died?" The doctoral student obviously didn't understand what happened.

Zhong Beishan was like a lifeless body. The sole of his foot slipped and he almost fell to the ground.

The doctoral student quickly ran forward and supported Zhong Beishan's body.

"Hold me, let's take one last look...that little life that was delayed by our ignorance." When Zhong Beishan said this, tears were already streaming down his face. Yes, if he hadn't insisted on diagnosing first, he would have done it later.

Seeing the patient will not cause such irreversible consequences.

How do you say that? By the way. If there is an emergency, treat the symptoms; if it is slow, treat the root cause. From the time a child is exposed to scrub typhus infection to the onset of illness, it only takes three to two minutes. From admission to death, the time is just as long.

About two hours.

How can such an emergency patient allow himself to take his time for biopsy and microscopic examination?

Zhong Nanshan looked up to the sky and sighed. His nearly thirty years of clinical experience was completely defeated in front of a twenty-year-old young man.

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On the child's ECG monitoring, all the bands disappeared and were replaced by a shocking straight line.

The beeping alarm sound echoed in everyone's eardrums, like a note of urgency.

"Good... dear grandson..." Wang Dongying burped twice, but couldn't breathe. She rolled her eyes and passed out.

Wang Dongying had her first son when she was nearly forty years old, and her son had this baby bump when he was nearly forty years old. The family was afraid that it would melt when they held it in their mouths, and it would break when they held it in their hands.

Seeing it, I was afraid of losing it. I was serving it like a living ancestor of the whole family.

Director Liu and *** hurriedly helped with first aid, pinching people, stabbing the valley, and applying precardial compressions...it was a messy mess for a while.

Xiao Yu walked directly to the little patient, opened his eyelids and took a look. His pupils were basically fixed and slightly divergent. His hands and feet were already a little cold. He felt the pulse and found that it was basically out of reach.

The original high fever of thirty-nine degrees two also disappeared and turned into a chill.

"How is it? Is there really no hope for the child's heartbeat and pulse?" *** asked anxiously.

How he wished he could say something from Xiao Yu's mouth, as well as a pulse and a heartbeat.

Unfortunately, all *** saw was Xiao Yu gently shaking his head.

Suddenly, as if Xiao Yu remembered something, she pressed on the carotid artery in the child's neck and explored it. Suddenly her face lit up, and there was a faint warm feeling here.

"I want to give it a try!" Xiao Yu suddenly said: "Nurse, prepare disinfectant cotton!"

The nurse on duty immediately responded and took out the disinfectant cotton.

During this gap, Xiao Yu turned to Zhong Beishan and said, "Uncle Zhong, if I can suspend this child's life for three days, how sure are you of curing him?"

"What?! What did you say? Hang your life for three days? Did I hear you correctly?" The doctoral student who was supporting Zhong Beishan almost laughed wildly. The so-called treatment of diseases cannot cure life, and fighting against fate is not

Doctors can do it.

"I just want to know how confident Dr. Zhong is. As for hanging his life, it's my business and it's none of your business." Xiao Yu said lightly. This time, he didn't even call Uncle Zhong, just because he didn't respond to her.

Instead, he chose to let his students speak for him.

"Really? Are you telling the truth?" Zhong Beishan suddenly regained his energy and asked two questions again and again, and then said: "If you can really hang yourself for three days, I believe that I will be 90%

We are sure that he can recover within three days!”

This is simply unbelievable! Hang your life! This is no joke. Do you think you are Monkey Sun, can you go to the Hall of Hell to cancel the book of life and death or something?

However, since Xiao Yu dares to make such a promise, Zhong Beishan will naturally have to try his best to do it!

"Benefactor! Benefactor!" Wang Dongying didn't know when she woke up, and she didn't know where she got such strength. She suddenly broke free from the restraints of *** and Director Liu, jumped up, and hugged her.

Xiao Yu's thighs were ready to kneel down and kowtow: "If you really save my little grandson, I will work as a cow or a horse for you in this life without any complaints! No, no, our whole family will work as a cow or a horse for you.

You can take all my property, take it all, take it all!!"

ECG monitoring is already a straight line. Now if there are still doctors who dare to say that they can let their little grandson live for three more days - let alone three days, even one day can give Zhong Beishan time to use his means to carry out rescue, right?

Who dares to say to a dead man, I can help you live one more day?

No one except Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu quickly helped Wang Dongying up and said repeatedly: "I will try my best. I will definitely try my best. Grandpa Wang, don't worry."

Who knew that Wang Dongying finally grabbed a life-saving straw and refused to let go. Xiao Yu tried hard twice, but it was still in vain. Wang Dongying just hugged Xiao Yu's thigh tightly, crying and stunned.

It's motionless.

"If you don't let go, it's your grandson who will be delayed. I only have less than five minutes. Once five minutes pass, even a god will be unable to do anything." Xiao Yu used his last trump card and threatened.

The key is that Wang Dongying is holding Xiao Yu's thigh like this, and Xiao Yu can't use it even if he has the means.

"Ah, I was wrong, I got out of the way..." Wang Dongying shrank like a frightened child and retreated to the corner.

"Alcohol cotton! This doctor." The little nurse on duty didn't recognize Xiao Yu, but almost all the big guys in the circle knew each other. It was obvious from the looks of it that Xiao Yu was the real person in charge now.

Xiao Yu picked up the silver needle. After sterilizing it, he inserted the needle, wrist, elbow, three points and one line, and shouted softly: "Fengshen!" With a snap, it penetrated directly into the Baihui point on the top of the child's head! Nine shallow and one deep

A total of ten thrusts.

Immediately after that, there was another injection: "Invigorate!" - inserted into the Yongquan point on the sole of the child's foot. The same injection was made ten times, nine shallow and one deep.

"It's the last shot." Xiao Yu murmured to himself.

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Chapter completed!