Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 761 Preventing Infection
"Huh... Thank you, Dr. Zhao."

Hearing Zhao Yifan's words, Mr. Zhang's heart that had been hanging in his throat finally fell down and returned to its original position. After saying something hurriedly to Zhao Yifan's back, he turned his head to look at Dean Feng and said: " Dean Feng, can I go in and take a look at my old man?"

Dean Feng was a little hesitant, because strictly speaking, Mr. Zhang is not allowed to enter the operating room, because he has not been sterilized, and the wounded have just been rescued from danger and have not fully recovered. , In case of infection, it is not good.

"I'll just stand outside and have a look, and talk to the old man, I won't go in."

Mr. Zhang saw Dean Feng's hesitation, and said quickly.

"OK then."

Dean Feng thought for a while, nodded reluctantly, and said: "But you can't go in, because the wounded has not fully recovered at this time, and the most feared thing is infection, understand?"

"Yes, I know."

Mr. Zhang hummed.

"Director Zhao."

Dean Feng turned his head and said to Zhao Xiaobo and others: "It's really hard for you, I'll let someone take you to rest first, let's have a meal together at noon, if you are here to help today, We must be too busy."

When Zhao Xiaobo and the others heard Dean Feng's words, they shook their heads again and again and said, "Dean Feng, you are so polite, how can we help, Dr. Zhao is busy alone..."

"Yes."

"We were busy for a long time, and Mr. Zhao came, and the condition was stabilized immediately."

"Actually, we're not helping, at most we're just sending the wounded here."

Many doctors were humbled.

indeed.

If it wasn't for Zhao Yifanlu's superb medical skills, it would be nothing. Faced with Dean Feng's thanks, everyone would accept it with peace of mind.

But after seeing Zhao Yifanlu's first-hand medical skills, Zhao Xiaobo and other doctors, who are ashamed to say that they have helped?

Almost all of the more than 60 lightly and seriously wounded were cured by Zhao Yifan by himself, okay?

At most, they just played a hand next to them.

How could it be possible to be arrogant and arrogant?
When everyone was humbled here, no one noticed that Mr. Zhang and the driver slipped into the operating room quietly!

"dad!"

Mr. Zhang looked at his father on the operating table, lowered his voice, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"...I'm fine..."

Hearing the voice, Mr. Zhang opened his eyes with some difficulty, looked at his son in front of him, was a little surprised, and moved his lips and said, "...Why are you here?"

"I heard that the bus you were riding in had an accident. I was so scared that I hurriedly asked around. I heard that they were all sent to the Chinese Medicine Hospital, so I came here."

Mr. Zhang explained, looking worriedly at the gauze wrapped around his father's head, "Dad, how do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

"Well, it's just a little headache..."

Mr. Zhang said, narrowing his eyes slightly, and said: "...I don't know what it is, whether it is serious or not, alas, I am old, and I have suffered such a crime...Ah Choo." He sneezes.

"Don't think so much about Dad."

Mr. Zhang felt sad for a while. His mother died when he was young, and his father brought him up alone. When he was young, Mr. Zhang didn't understand his father's difficulties, but as he got older, he understood It is not easy to bring up him from a young age without his father alone.

Because of this, Mr. Zhang was about to go crazy when he heard the news of his father's car accident before. He dropped what he was doing and rushed all the way to the hospital.

"You have a good rest. I asked the doctor just now, and he said that you are fine. You are fine. From now on, you just need to rest and recover."

Mr. Zhang said in a low voice.

"Mr. Zhang."

The driver next to him looked around and said, "You can't let the old man lie here all the time. Since there is no danger, shouldn't you put him in the ward first? You can't rest here, right?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head, nodded again and again, and said, "You're right, Dad, I'll find a doctor for you right now..." Before he finished speaking, Dean Feng's voice sounded behind him: "Mr. Zhang, isn't it? I said, are you not allowed to enter the operating room and stand outside to watch?"

Mr. Zhang came back to his senses and saw Dean Feng walking in with annoyed expression on his face. He quickly smiled and explained, "Dean Feng, I'm not worried..."

"You two get out of here!"

Dean Feng interrupted him impatiently, and said: "None of you have been sterilized. Standing at the door of the operating room and looking at it, it is already a bit of a violation. The wounded are not completely out of danger. They are still under observation. How can you do this?" Come in, if you get infected, whose responsibility will it be in the future? Yours or mine?" He reprimanded angrily.

"Yes Yes."

Mr. Zhang responded repeatedly, and walked out with the driver. When he arrived at the door of the operating room, he saw that nurses and doctors had come and pushed the seriously injured out of the operating room one by one. Chief, are you going to arrange to rest and observe in the ward?"

Dean Feng hummed perfunctorily. To be honest, he didn't pay attention to Mr. Zhang's interest at all.

"Then trouble you, can you arrange a better single ward for my old man?"

Mr. Zhang said with a smile: "Money is not a problem, the main reason is that my old man is old and likes to be quiet, and he is afraid of being disturbed by others."

"Understood, I will try my best." Dean Feng said flatly: "You have also seen that so many wounded people have been sent at once, I can't just take care of your old man, can I?"

Mr. Zhang cursed inwardly when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He kept flattering and smiled and said, "I understand, I understand."

"Okay, let's go out."

Dean Feng waved his hand impatiently. At this time, two nurses came over pushing the stretcher. Dean Feng said, "You arrange this old man on the fourth floor to see if there is a single room. Try to arrange a single room for him."

"Thank you Dean Feng, thank you Dean Feng."

Mr. Zhang immediately thanked him repeatedly.

Inpatient ward area on the second floor.

Zhao Yifan led Zhu Zhigang, Liu Hui, and seven or eight doctors to patrol the ward one by one. In fact, the inpatient ward area on the second floor was not under Zhao Yifan's control. After all, he was just a doctor who brought students to practice. , only in charge of outpatient clinics, the inpatient ward has nothing to do with him.

but.

After the miraculous first aid treatment in the lobby on the first floor just now, almost everyone in the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine now knows Zhao Yifan's medical skills, which can only be described in four words: unfathomable. All nurses and doctors who met Zhao Yifan stood up straight and greeted Zhao Yifan with admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

The doctors who came to inspect the wards in the inpatient area on the second floor also asked Zhao Yifan to come and have a look after they had bandaged the slightly wounded.

after all.

As Zhao Yifan said before, don't pull out the silver needles on the wounded for now, wait 24 hours before pulling them out.

After arranging the wounded in the ward, the doctors didn't know how to treat them next, so they all came to Zhao Yifan one after another.

And Zhao Yifan had no choice but to lead these doctors around the ward one by one.

Most of these lightly wounded patients were injured by fractures and minor bruises. The injuries were not serious. Zhao Yifan glanced at them and recited a prescription. The doctors who followed him quickly took out the pens and papers they carried with them, Meticulously recorded it, wondering why the prescription was prescribed in this way.

of course.

What they admire most is.

For many wounded, Zhao Yifan just glanced at them and read out a prescription without even needing to feel the pulse, as if his eyes, like an X-ray machine, had the function of seeing through and could see through the wounded at a glance.

"... Zhigang."

After wandering around the ward, Zhao Yifan said to Zhu Zhigang: "Like today, there are so many wounded people suddenly, what do you think should be paid attention to?"

Zhu Zhigang was slightly taken aback, thought for a while, and said, "Pay attention to prevent cross-infection?"

"Ah."

Zhao Yifan glanced at him approvingly, and said lightly: "You are right, because a car accident like this happened urgently, and many wounded people gathered together, and it is easy to cause cross-infection between each other, because whoever I don't know what medical history the other party has and what diseases they carried before, so when arranging the wards, follow the principle of one wounded person, one room as much as possible. Of course, the disinfection work cannot be relaxed, and attention must also be paid."

"Well, I know Mr. Zhao."

Zhu Zhigang quickly took out a pen and paper, and wrote down Zhao Yifan's words.

Liu Hui also recorded it in a decent way.

She never left.

Together with Zhu Zhigang below, these wounded were settled. Then, before Zhao Yifan came down from the stairs, Liu Hui quietly talked to Zhu Zhigang for a long time, hoping that he could say something to her in front of Zhao Yifan. A good word, try to get her to stay.

but.

How dare Zhu Zhigang agree to such a thing, dare to make decisions without authorization?

He was someone who knew Zhao Yifan quite well, and he knew that what Zhao Yifan hated the most was that other people made decisions without authorization, so even though Liu Hui was always by the side and gave him winks frequently, Zhu Zhigang had no choice but to pretend that he didn't see anything.

Grit Liu Hui's silver teeth secretly.

"Zhao."

Since Zhu Zhigang refused to help, Liu Hui didn't bother to talk to him anymore. She turned her head and said to Zhao Yifan with concern: "You've been tired for a long time, why don't you take a rest first?"

(End of this chapter)