Under, Chinese medicine flavin

Chapter 275

The first rays of morning light of the new day entered the ward.

The nurse on duty sat by the bedside, carefully feeding the patient medication.

This is the last dose of the four chases.

The patient's wife and children all stood there nervously watching the patient taking the medicine.

Just after dawn, the patient's wife and daughter had already arrived at the hospital, wanting to know the condition of the patient after overnight treatment, and brought breakfast to the father and son.

After the nurse on duty gave the medicine and left, Huang Su sat by the bedside to check the patient's pulse.

The patient's wife held her daughter's arm nervously, staring at every detail of Flavin's movements.

The daughter held her mother's shoulder in one hand and her mother's tightly clenched fist in the other.

The family held their breath, nervously waiting for Flavin's diagnosis.

Flavin's three fingers rested on the patient's pulse, and pressed hard on the bone, only then did he feel the pulse as thin as a thread, like a hairspring.

It is this kind of pulse that can dissipate at any time, which is the best reward for Huang Su's hard work this night.

After examining his left and right hands, Huang Su stood up and let out a long breath.

Seeing Huang Su's relaxed eyebrows, the family's heart in his throat finally settled down.

The patient's son hurried forward and asked, "Director Huang, how is my dad now?"

Flavin's tense face finally relaxed, and he could finally face the patient's family with a smile.

"Fortunately, the patient is out of danger."

After two months of trepidation, running around and exhausted, I heard good news at the most desperate time.

The patient's wife and daughter covered their mouths excitedly, and the tears could not be controlled.

The patient's son held Huang Su's hand tightly and kept shaking it up and down, but because of the sudden surprise, he couldn't speak for a while.

Huang Su gently patted the patient's son's shoulder: "Take good care of the patient."

The patient's son wiped his tears with his sleeve, and after a long time he said with difficulty, "Thank you...Thank you...Thank you, Dr. Huang!"

Huang Su took out the prescription form from his pocket and wrote, while exhorting: "Getting out of danger is just the beginning, and subsequent treatment and recuperation are the key points. Remember that from today, before the condition improves, you can't give the patient any raw cold. The food, the recent food is mainly liquid food.”

"Director Huang, we all listen to you!"

Now the patient's family members are obedient to what Flavin says.

Flavin tore off the prescription and handed it to the patient's son: "This is astragalus and longan millet porridge. From today onwards, I will cook and drink it for your father every morning."

Astragalus and longan meat porridge, 15 grams each of astragalus and longan meat, 30 grams of millet, and five red dates.

The production method is to decoct the astragalus water for 10 minutes, remove the astragalus residue, take the astragalus water, add longan meat, millet, and red dates, and cook slowly on low heat.

Astragalus longan porridge has the functions of nourishing qi and blood, nourishing the heart and soothing the mind.

If it is a thin and weak group, the red dates should be changed to angelica, which is more conducive to the recovery of qi and blood damaged by the operation.

"You feed the patients to eat first, we are going to have breakfast too."

The patient's son held Huang Su's hand again: "Director Huang, thank you for your hard work! Stayed with us all night."

In the corridor, Huang Su looked at Li Yan who was exhausted and sleepy, and reached out and rubbed Li Yan's hair.

"It's the first time I stayed up late, whether I'm tired or sleepy!"

This night, Li Yan was the busiest. She often shuttled between the traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy and the ward. In order to keep an eye on the time, she basically did not rest all night.

"Not tired, not sleepy!" Li Yan gently shook her head: "I don't feel tired when I watch the patient go from feeding medicine to drinking medicine by himself, and see how his body is getting better."

Li Yan's situation often occurs in the hearts of newly recruited doctors, because they still have the ideal of saving lives and helping the wounded.

They can stick around overnight because of the patient's condition, or they can be excited because the patient is getting better.

The two walked out of the inpatient building, and Huang Su said to Li Yan, "Let's go, go back to the dormitory with me, your wife brought breakfast for both of us today."

Li Yan nodded and followed Huang Su.

Huang Su took out the key to open the door and walked into the living room. At first glance, he saw Yan Bing busy beside the dining table, and the table was already full of breakfast.

Hearing the door open behind him, Yan Bing turned around and smiled: "I guess you guys are back, go wash your hands and eat."

Yan Bing enthusiastically handed a pair of slippers to Li Yan, and asked with concern, "Li Yan, are you getting used to working overtime for the first time, are you tired!"

"Master, I'm not tired at all! I'm so happy to see the patient's body getting better, I don't feel tired at all!"

With a warm smile, Li Yan shared her feelings last night with Yan Bing.

Look at the conversation between Yan Bing and Li Yan.

Huang Su recalled the first time he accompanied the teacher on night shift.

When I go back to the teacher's house for dinner, my mother also cares about herself like this.

This is the teacher training system of traditional Chinese medicine.

Some people say that she is feudal, some people say that she is outdated, but we can't help but admit that the success rate of traditional Chinese medicine education is higher, and this kind of education has a more human touch.

After Yan Bing filled the porridge for the two of them, they also sat down to eat with them.

"The critically ill patient in the neurology department has been rescued."

Flavin swallowed the food in his mouth: "Now it can only be said that the life is out of danger. It will take some time to heal. The patient is old, and the long illness has already damaged the root."

Yan Bing looked at Huang Su worriedly and asked, "You have to think of a way to let them go on like this. Can you make sure that you won't miss this kind of critical illness?"

Yan Bing has been worried about flavin ever since he knew that many departments in the hospital had joined forces to deal with flavin in such a shady way.

When treating measles babies, Yan Bing was frightened when she thought about it.

When he learned that Huang Su went to treat a critically ill patient yesterday, Yan Bing was also worried that he had not slept all night.

Huang Su put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "What should I do! When I see a patient who is in critical condition, I can't stay out of it. If I am afraid of their conspiracy, I will ignore the patient and lose the principle of a doctor, then I will really become a Chinese medicine practitioner. The spirit-containing giant thief in the medical training is so different from beasts, I am not worthy of being a doctor."

Seeing Yan Bing's worried appearance, Huang Su's heart softened instantly, and he assured: "Don't worry, I will do what I can, and I will never show my strength for diseases that cannot be treated. Your husband is not a genius doctor. It can cure all diseases.”

After listening to Huang Su's assurance, Yan Bing's face eased a lot.

After breakfast, the three of them went out to the hospital together.

At the stairs of the obstetrics and gynecology inpatient department, Yan Bing warned again: "You must be more careful."

Huang Su gently hugged Yan Bing: "don't worry, I'm not the kind of impulsive and reckless person."

Walking into the patient's intensive care unit, Director Bai was already standing in the ward.

Seeing Huang Su come in, Director Bai had an unnatural smile on his face: "Director Huang, as expected of a famous doctor in our Prairie City, Director Huang can save critically ill patients, I admire, really admire."

Looking at Director Bai who was acting insincerely, Huang Su said lightly: "The famous doctor is a bit too much, but he has done his job as a doctor."

Huang Su said it lightly, but to Director Bai, who had a ghost in his heart, it sounded particularly harsh.

Hehehe!
The muscles in Director Bai's face spasmed uncontrollably, and he used a fake smile to hide the embarrassment in his heart.

"Director Huang, if you are modest, you are not a famous doctor, so what are the doctors of our city hospital? You are trash! If you are not a famous doctor, the people of Prairie City will agree."

Director Bai held Huang Su in his mouth, but he kept cursing in his heart that the higher Huang Su climbed, the worse he fell.

Director Bai knows that he is only the beginning, and there will be more people in the future.

As long as Huang Su becomes arrogant in praise, Director Bai does not believe that Huang Su will not fall.

Huang Su and Director Bai exchanged a few words with no nutrition.

Director Bai also felt that the conversation between the two was a little embarrassing, and said directly: "Well, Dr. Huang, I won't delay your seeing the patient, I'll go out first."

Looking at Director Bai who was leaving, Huang Su said to the patient's son: "You guys are ready, we will transfer the patient to the ward of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine today, so that we can also facilitate the patient's treatment, and I don't have to run here every time. "

Fla Su is not very concerned about keeping patients in other people's wards, and it is safer to live in their own place.

Knowing that these people have bad intentions towards Chinese medicine and himself, Huang Su never dared to overestimate the bottom line of these people.

When it comes to Chinese medicine and money, they never have a bottom line.

If they can exchange human life for the disappearance of traditional Chinese medicine, they will definitely choose without any scruples.

"Okay, we will transfer my dad to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine now." The patient's son agreed without hesitation.

Secretary Lang's office.

Secretary Lang kept tapping his fingers on the table, as if he was anxiously waiting for something.

buckle!buckle!
"Enter!"

Hearing the knock on the door, Secretary Lang stopped knocking on the table, coughed twice, sorted out his suits, and put up a shelf.

Dean Cao bent down and pushed the door in.

Without waiting for President Cao to say hello, Secretary Lang couldn't wait to stand up and asked anxiously with anticipation, "How are the patients in the Department of Respiratory Medicine now."

Faced with the opportunity to bring down Briggood, how could Secretary Lang not be in a hurry?

Dean Cao put on his upper body, and his face instantly became regretful and regretful.

"I also just heard the news that the patient is now out of danger."

"How is this possible, how is this possible!"

Hearing that the patient was out of danger, Director Lang lost his strength in an instant like a deflated ball, and slumped in the boss chair.

That's how much hope there is and how much disappointment there is.

After a long time, Secretary Lang, who had come to his senses, suddenly sat up straight, stared at Dean Cao and asked, "You are not the patient of the neurology department, so there is only half a breath left, how could he escape the danger of his life? It's gone!"

Hey!
President Cao also sighed, with disappointment on his face: "I have to say that Huang's medical skills are really brilliant, I heard that he made the patient take four pairs of decoctions in a row, and forcibly dragged the patient from the gate of hell. return."

After listening to Dean Cao's explanation, Secretary Lang leaned back into the boss's chair limply again, and kept saying, "It's a pity! It's really a pity!"

I don't know that Secretary Lang is a pity because Huang Su is not used by himself.

It is still a pity that the patient did not die, and that he lost a chance to bring down Briggood.

Just when Director Lang didn't know why he was sorry, in the office of the dean opposite the door, Briggood was also discussing something with others.

"Huang Su really saved a dying patient." Briggood asked in disbelief.

Director Li of the hospital office replied with great certainty: "President, Director Huang did not save one, but two. You forgot, the measles baby in the infectious disease department has also been issued a critical illness notice, and the same is true. He was rescued by Director Huang."

Looking at the relaxed and smug smile on Briggood's face.

Director Li also came to his senses instantly, and looked at Briggood with more admiration.

Briggood continued: "Director Li, please contact the Prairie City TV Station. After a few days, the patient really escaped, and give Director Huang an exclusive interview on the rescue of the critically ill patient."

Director Li said hesitantly, "Dean, this is not necessary!"

Although the Prairie City TV station is a municipal TV station, it is not a city hospital that can be used casually.

Those who can list TV stations are basically members of the city's leadership team.

It's even more impossible to do an exclusive interview with a certain doctor, which requires the hospital to go to public relations.

Briggood did not answer Director Li's question, but instead asked: "Do you think that with the soft power of the doctors in our hospital, we are qualified to be a top three hospital?"

Director Li hesitated and did not answer.

Briggood didn't answer Director Li, and continued: "You think you can sit back and relax if you are rated as a top-three hospital. Let me tell you, if the medical level does not improve, it will be a matter of time to be relegated."

Briggood continued to ask: "Director Li, I'm asking you, in your situation in Prairie City, can you compete with Hohhot and Jiuyuan in terms of doctor resources?"

Director Li still did not answer.

Briggood continued: "So, I will create a sign for the city hospital. As long as this sign is there, we will not be afraid of any hospitals in Mongolia. We are one of the best hospitals in Mongolia. Lang The secretary just helped me a lot this time."

Hearing this, Director Li understood Briggood's intention.

"Dean, don't worry! I'll take care of this matter right away." Director Li looked at Briggood and said, "President, take a look! Or we can invite experts from the province and Taiwan."

Briggood said: "Don't worry about Taiwan, I have my own way!"

(End of this chapter)