Doctor of Healing

Chapter 555 Earth Fangzi

Jixiang begged hard at last, and finally got his wish and returned to the ward with a gastric tube inserted.

The uncle on the next bed said with a look of disdain, "You couldn't talk about gastric tubes just now, why did you give up so quickly?"

"Hey, I'm in so much pain that I can't use my brain."

"I think your brain is not working right now." The woman who took care of the old man said, "You don't have a stomachache anymore, and you still stuff a tube in your nose. Isn't that a disaster for others?"

Ji Xiang smiled. It turned out that this is how he felt the same way this time. He looked up and down the patient in the next bed and asked, "What's wrong with the old man?"

"It was said to be intestinal obstruction, and a tube of medicine was given, and the name of the medicine was not serious." The patient's daughter replied.

Her tone expressed her attitude, especially the three words "immoral", as if the doctor in charge of the bed was playing tricks.

"What medicine was given?" Ji Xiang asked.

"What is it called Jetta?"

"Then what are you going to do?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Hey." Ji Xiang wasn't embarrassed, all kinds of strange people have to feel empathy, if you feel embarrassed and ashamed because of such a fart, then you don't have to empathize.

The patient's daughter looked at Ji Xiang with strange eyes, wondering why he suddenly changed.

Ji Xiang vaguely heard the sound of fat being "sucked" into his mouth.

"He's just like that." Ji Xiang's "lover" scolded, "When we met when we were young, he was willing to brag, talk about the hype, and act like a dog."

Countless malice enveloped the surroundings, especially the smell of meat and food lingering around, Ji Xiang felt that he was being targeted by the world.

The daughter of the patient in the next bed prepared mashed garlic and soy sauce, and served the old man to eat after mixing.

Ji Xiang was also helpless, he had no idea why the daughter of the patient in the next bed had fear.

Immediately, Ji Xiang asked, "Have you used Jieda?"

The daughter of the patient in the next bed gestured with her hand, and Ji Xiang frowned slightly. No matter whether it is a cleansing enema or a laxative enema, such a thick tube is not used.

"No." Ji Xiang said, "The doctor treated me well, and we had a cordial and friendly communication."

"My dad won't suffer from this!" The daughter of the patient in the next bed gave an affirmative answer after speaking for 3 minutes.

"You know it again!" The patient's daughter sniffled and said contemptuously, "Just now you told us that the doctor doesn't understand farts, your stomach pain is gone, and you have to be admitted to the hospital just to earn more money money."

"..."

An hour later, the daughter of the patient in the next bed came back with an insulated bucket sent by her family.

"People in my hometown say that if you can't poop, you can eat two plates of fatty meat slices."

"It turned out that he only needed to be beaten, and he went to cook by himself in a few minutes."

There are nagging from my "lover" in my ears, and nagging from the daughter of the patient in the next bed. The experience of empathy this time is not good.

"It's useless. They said they needed an enema at the beginning. I didn't understand it, so I just gave it an enema. I just passed by the treatment room and saw the nurse preparing something for another patient. It is said that such a thick tube should be stuffed into the swallow !"

"Hahaha." The daughter of the patient next door laughed.

"One day I didn't know what happened to me outside. When I came home, I was beaten and beaten. He pointed at my nose and asked me what to eat tonight. My mother, can I get used to his bad temper? Knowing that he is itchy, just swear a few words. "

He inevitably had to say a few more words until the patient's daughter in the next bed looked at Ji Xiang with a knife in her eyes.

She started to prepare the meal.

The buckwheat made at home has almost no lean meat and all fat meat.

It does make sense, in fact, the principle of enema is similar, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

With a slight movement, the fat is flickering, glistening, greasy and smooth.

"I'm ready, just because my dad likes meat."

Do you have it yourself?Ji Xiang scratched his head and decided to take over the pot.

"The pain was so severe just now, my mind went blank, and I couldn't think of anything." Ji Xiang explained, "It's much better now, and I will do what the doctor tells me to do."

The old man's spirits were greatly lifted after seeing the fat, unlike Ji Xiang who was pushed up just by looking at it.

"The doctor said that we are not allowed to eat or drink." Ji Xiang said seriously.

It is a rhetorical device.

But the enema... the pain level can only be described as moderate.

Ji Xiang sighed inwardly.

Although it's just empathy, and it's just a piece of code or a bizarre experience created by other black technologies, but in Ji Xiang's eyes, the old man in the next bed is still a patient.

"Glycerin enema, it's a good medicine."

Not to mention eating, Ji Xiang felt a little nauseous just by looking at it.

The old man obviously likes to eat. There is a piece of fatty meat, the side of which is trembling. After dipping in the garlic paste, he put it in his mouth.

"I called the people in my hometown and they said there is an earthen prescription." The daughter of the patient in the next bed said a little proudly, "This thing is dry stool, just lubricate it."

"I've eaten too." Jixiang's "lover" seemed to be hungry too when he saw how delicious the old man's food was, so he took out the insulated lunch box and prepared to eat.

"The doctor said, the doctor said, everything is said by the doctor, and they deserve it. These people are bums, and they can't catch up with the barefoot doctors when my dad was young! The doctors at that time were all about curing diseases and saving people, now they are just trying to make money!" The daughter of the patient in the next bed spoke disdainfully.

"Give it back to you. Did you get scolded by the doctor today? I'll just scold you a little bit, why should they scold you!" Ji Xiang's "lover" asked doubtfully.

He only explained one sentence, then stared closely at the patient in the next bed.

The nerves reflexed to the lacrimal canaliculus, and Ji Xiang swallowed while crying, as if he was greedy to cry.

"Fuck~"

Exaggeration, which must be a "proper" exaggeration.

When the tube passes through the nasal cavity and pharynx, Ji Xiang will cry reflexively. Although he can only endure it for the sake of healing, wiping his tears all the time also greatly reduces Ji Xiang's experience.

In addition, Jixiang doesn't like stomach tubes very much.

There are countless clinical treatment measures, which are indeed difficult to accept, such as prolonged gastric tube, urinary tube or endotracheal intubation, ventilator-assisted breathing, and so on.

Ji Xiang had no choice but to shut up after nagging a few words, seeing that the patient's family members were even more disgusted.

At the same time, saliva was secreted in Ji Xiang's mouth, Ji Xiang swallowed subconsciously, and the gastric tube rubbed against the pharyngeal wall, causing a burst of pain and discomfort.

Jixiang's "lover" looked at him proudly while talking.

The more Ji Xiang "cries", the more sad he becomes.

For a patient who has a gastric tube and cannot eat or drink, the smell of food can be listed as one of the top ten tortures.

No wonder so many patients were disobedient and insisted on eating, Ji Xiang swallowed.

The swallowing action pulled the gastric tube, another burst of pain, and tears flowed down.

(End of this chapter)