Doctor of Healing

Chapter 467 Disobedient Patient

The screen changed to the next afternoon.

The camera is at the door of the intensive care unit, and the family members of the patient are waiting for the patient to be sent out.

The doctor in the intensive care unit and his family members confessed a few words, a bed was pushed out, and the patient on the bed had a disposable sterile applicator on his neck. He looked very energetic and full of vitality, and he disappeared from the dying appearance of the emergency department yesterday. .

When he saw his family members, he was very embarrassed, and turned his body sideways, trying to avoid the sword-like eyes of his family members.

"Crack~~~"

A slap was slapped on the patient's face. The slap was so severe that the patient's mouth was crooked, and the saliva sprayed out could be seen.

This suddenly shocked the doctors in the intensive care unit and the trauma department.

Some of the audience in front of the screen didn't know why, and some smiled knowingly.

"Drink, drink, drink your mother&*￥#&..." A series of obscenities scolded the patient thoroughly.

But the patient didn't retaliate. He covered his face and smiled flatteringly.

He pressed the dressing on his neck with his hands, and said in a weird voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The voice is a little weird, but the doctors in front of the screen know that it is the sound of air leakage after a tracheotomy.

The family members scolded again, but when they reached out to beat them, the doctor pulled them away.

The camera followed the patient back to the trauma department, and did not follow directly in, but paused for a while.

In the review room.

The bald host smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, how do you deal with things like leaving the hospital privately during the hospitalization?"

Professor Shen said helplessly, "There is no way, there are various treatments, it mainly depends on whether the patient's family can accept it."

"It's hard to divide the responsibility for this matter." The bald host asked.

Professor Shen paused, sorted out his emotions, and then said in detail, "As long as the hospitalized patients are not dying and can take a walk, they may go out. Doctors and nurses can't take care of them. For example, they are closed in the ward , It will only happen in the years when there is an epidemic.”

"At that time, we could explain it to patients and their families, and everyone cooperated. Now, there are singing and dancing outside, and we can't talk to patients. It's okay if there is no accident, but once something happens, there is no way to explain it.

To put it in a small way, this is a lack of hospital rules; to say it in a big way, keeping patients in the ward is illegal detention. "

The bald host laughed, "It's not possible."

"There are only so many doctors and nurses, and no one has the energy to look after every patient. You can't install a chip to locate the patient when you are admitted to the hospital, so you can lock where the patients are."

"Are the patients really so disobedient? They are all here for treatment..." a guest asked.

Maomao showed a weird smile, and he continued, "During my internship, I met a patient with a heart attack, a severe type of heart attack, who could only stay in bed, and felt precordial ischemic pain when he moved a little. Medication After 3 days, it got a little better, and suddenly the guardian at the nurse's station called the police."

"Call the police at the nurse's station?" A guest asked in a daze.

Maomao briefly explained that the patient's ECG monitoring was displayed at the nurse's station, and then said, "We hurried to see the situation, and the doctor ran over barefoot without wearing any urgent shoes. The result..."

"What was the result? The patient's condition worsened, and you rushed to the emergency room?"

"The patient went to the ground privately?"

"Did the patient quarrel with someone?"

The other guests asked me one by one, but Maomao smiled and said nothing.

Only Professor Shen smiled slightly, and he vaguely guessed what happened based on Maomao's expression.

"The patient was lying on his bed...it was all over the bed. The reason for calling the police was because he was too excited and had a heart attack." Mao Mao concealed the sensitive words, but everyone knew what he meant.

"That's fine too!"

"Does he want to die!!"

"It's okay in the end."

"Mr. Shen probably encounters a lot of similar situations. I don't have much time in clinical work, so I only encountered this one time." Mao Mao adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, "But as far as I know, running out to drink in the middle of the night There should be quite a few patients."

"Yes." Professor Shen nodded, "I met a patient with cirrhosis of the liver, a large amount of ascites, and the belly button protruded from the body surface due to abdominal pressure."

"The patient secretly drank about 1 catty of white wine every night after turning off the lights, and he would not listen to any persuasion."

The guests did not understand clinical medicine, but were very interested in various gossip, especially the two examples mentioned by Professor Shen and Mao Mao.

They communicated in a hurry, diluting the bloody force of Jixiang Mosaic's hand before.

Director Fan obviously stayed here long enough for the guests to gossip and talk about some interesting topics to dilute the blood just now.

After more than ten minutes, the screen changed and the camera entered the ward.

The patient was sitting on the head of the bed, leaning against the side of the bed, with an expression of wanting to laugh but trying to hold back.

Director Fan's assistant took the microphone and walked over. He was a little timid, after all, he witnessed the patient vomit violently and began to spray pink foam-like liquid through his mouth and nose, and now he was ready to sit in front of him.

The contrast in the middle made Fan Dao's assistant a little at a loss.

"Are you physically able to interview?" Director Fan's assistant asked.

The patient raised his hand and blocked the dressing with his good hand, "No problem, I am in good health."

As he spoke, he let go of his hand and hammered his chest with one hand to show his health.

There was a beeping sound, and the patient seemed to be in good health, with no problems at all.

Seeing that he was fine, Director Fan's assistant said that it is possible to escape from the hospital and drink half a catty, so he relaxed and started interviewing.

The patient was a little embarrassed, but he was a talkative personality, and he became more and more excited as he spoke.

"I didn't know that this kind of thing would happen. It's not that my hand was injured. It's really uncomfortable to be held in the hospital, so I sneaked away to have a drink."

"After drinking, I felt nauseous and started to vomit. At that time, I thought it must be the anesthetic during the operation. My drinking capacity was not so bad before."

"But when I was vomiting, I felt something was wrong. I was so weak that it was difficult to stand up. I wanted to call 120, but I didn't dare. I thought I could move back to the hospital and find a doctor after vomiting."

"At that moment, I was suddenly broken. You know, just like that!"

The patient makes an exaggerated gesture.

"In the last second, my stomach was still turbulent, and in the next second, it was as if someone was strangling my throat. In the blink of an eye, I didn't know what happened to me."

"It was only when I woke up that I found myself lying in the hospital. At that time, I was terrified. I was afraid that my family would find out and be scolded to death."

Director Fan's assistant saw the patient vividly describing the process of his illness, and thought in a daze that if he hadn't been following him all the time, who would have guessed that this guy had stepped into the gate of hell with one foot last night.

(End of this chapter)