Wei Cheng looked at the time: "Let's go."

Qiao Wanyue said hello to Xia Lan and followed Wei Cheng towards the hospital.

Not long after the two of them walked out, he said abruptly: "Don't dress like this when you see Mr. Tang in the future."

Qiao Wanyue didn't know why: "Why?"

"Mr. Tang advocates frugality and simplicity, and does not like luxury." Wei Cheng's face was expressionless, making it difficult for people to discern the authenticity of his words.

Qiao Wanyue said in surprise: "Really? I thought Mr. Tang would pay more attention to appearance and like girls with cultural heritage."

Wei Cheng raised his eyebrows: "You know him very well?"

Qiao Wanyue shook her head: "Although I don't have much contact with him, people who like to study antiques are more elegant, right?"

"A man who has held a gun and been on the battlefield cannot be compared to elegance. Mr. Tang will also criticize his children and grandchildren."

"Are you exposing Mr. Tang's dirty stuff?"

Wei Cheng: "Tell the truth."

Qiao Wanyue said nonchalantly: "I don't care what Mr. Tang likes the younger generation to wear, and I won't be his granddaughter-in-law. The last time I flattered others and followed others' influence, it was just to sell cups. Besides, I rented someone else's house. I had to bow my head under the eaves.”

Wei Cheng didn't say a word, but it could be seen from his expression that he was in a good mood.

The two came to the hospital in harmony and went directly to the dean's office under the leadership of Wei Weicheng.

Licheng Hospital was built 60 to [-] years ago. After the baptism of war, many mottled marks were left on the walls.

The dean's office is also very simple. Apart from a desk and old bookshelves, there are only a few chairs.

The dean himself had gone out for something, and the office door was open. Wei Cheng said: "Sit down and wait for a while. The dean is more punctual and will be here soon."

There are still 10 minutes left before the appointed time, and the dean will definitely be back within 10 minutes.

Qiao Wanyue was just about to sit down, but before her butt touched the chair, she saw the dean in a white coat walking in from outside.

Qiao Wanyue quickly stood up straight and greeted Wei Cheng together.

"Dean."

The dean nodded. Just as he was about to talk to Wei Cheng, his eyes were attracted by Qiao Wanyue. After staring at Qiao Wanyue for a while, the dean frowned and turned to look at Wei Cheng: "Is she Qiao Wanyue?"

Wei Cheng nodded: "She is the one who wants to use the operating room."

Qiao Wanyue understood the situation and said nothing. Since Wei Cheng agreed to help her borrow the operating room, the rest of the matter would be left to Wei Cheng.

The dean's frown deepened and he looked at Qiao Wanyue again. He thought Wei Cheng was borrowing the operating room for an experienced doctor.

There is no shortage of people with real talents and knowledge among the barefoot doctors in the countryside. If Wei Cheng is willing to come forward, it is probably because he has some understanding of that person.

He never expected it to be a little girl, and it was his fault that he didn't ask clearly before.

Now that he has agreed, he cannot go back on his word temporarily. However, he will not lend out the operating room at will just because of face issues.

After all, he had lived a long life and had seen big scenes. The dean quickly controlled his expression. He looked at Qiao Wanyue and said, "How did you determine the number of pregnant women before?"

This is a question that the dean has always been curious about, and it is also the reason why he has not directly regretted it.

Although he was not sure whether she could complete such a major operation independently, he knew that Qiao Wanyue was not without any real abilities.

Relying on Wei Cheng not to expose her, Qiao Wanyue replied half-truthfully: "Take the pulse. The pulses of twins are different from those of singletons. I have studied Chinese medicine with my family elders since I was a child, and later studied Western medicine for a few years." The dean was a little surprised: "Are you good at Chinese and Western medicine?"

In a small county like theirs, even the doctors in the hospital are half-full. Unexpectedly, Qiao Wanyue is good at both Chinese and Western medicine.

He somewhat questioned the authenticity of Qiao Wanyue's words: "Tell me about the medicinal effects of perilla and white peony root."

"Perilla, relieves the surface and dispels cold, promotes qi and stomach, regulates qi and calms the fetus. White peony nourishes blood and regulates menstruation, astringes yin and stops sweating, softens the liver and relieves pain."

Qiao Wanyue answered concisely and to the point. Now was not the time to show off, she just needed to prove herself, so she didn't talk too much about other topics.

The dean thought deeply. Since Qiao Wanyue accurately stated the effects of these medicines without thinking, it shows that she really understands pharmacology.

He didn't say much else to show off himself, which showed that he was a sensible and steady child, which made him very satisfied.

But the operation was a matter of life and death. He could not take it lightly and had to confirm Qiao Wanyue's ability again and again.

"Tell me about the condition of the patient who is going to be operated on this time, and then tell me about the operation plan."

Qiao Wanyue answered clearly: "The little girl who needs surgery is called Hua'er. If you agree to borrow the operating room, I will take her to go through the hospitalization procedures tomorrow. Her current condition is congenital developmental malformation and deafness. I have 80.00% We are sure that the operation will be successful, but even if the operation fails, the worst result is that she will be unable to hear as she is now, and it will not be life-threatening."

Hua'er was considered a minor celebrity in Ancheng. She had been examined in the hospital before, and the director knew a little about her condition.

He frowned and said, "She came to the hospital for a checkup before. The ear doctor said that her condition is very serious and she may not be able to be treated even if she goes to the provincial capital. Are you sure you can?"

Qiao Wanyue nodded: "I can."

Her tone was calm, but her tone was very firm and confident.

Wei Cheng remained silent and stood expressionlessly listening to the conversation between the two.

She seems to have great confidence in Qiao Wanyue's medical skills.

The dean considered it: "What do you need to prepare in advance for the operation? Do you want other doctors to help?"

Working with other doctors can ensure the safety of the operation. This kind of operation is already considered a major operation in their hospital.

Qiao Wanyue shook her head: "No, I can do it myself. I just need to borrow the operating room."

Just as the dean was about to speak, the head nurse suddenly ran in with a panicked expression.

"Dean, it's not good. Gao Yuling seems to have amniotic fluid embolism and is about to die."

"What?" The dean's face changed drastically, and he walked out without even bothering to say hello.

Seeing his appearance, Qiao Wanyue guessed that the mother was a relative of the dean.

She hesitated for a moment and said to Wei Cheng, "Let's go over and have a look too."

Before Wei Cheng could answer, Qiao Wanyue trotted to catch up with the director. Ancheng Hospital was not big, and the two of them quickly arrived at the door of the delivery room.

A nurse happened to come out and when she saw the dean, she said anxiously: "Dean, the mother's vital signs are almost disappearing."

Amniotic fluid embolism will be a headache for future personnel decades later.

By the 23rd century, although medicine has developed, the mortality rate is still very high.

In this era, the mortality rate is as high as 90.00%.

If any doctor successfully saves a pregnant woman, he will be able to brag about it for the rest of his life.


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