Rash Cases

Opportunities and efforts will always meet at the right time.

He has kept Fang Huai's efforts over the years in mind, and he is happy to help capable and motivated young people.

He picked up the document on the table and handed it to Fang Huai. His serious expression began to relax and he returned to his usual kind and humorous side.

He said earnestly, "Young man, work hard. Your former mentor praised you in my ears a lot. Come back and visit me when you have time."

Liang Haitao patted Fang Huai on the shoulder, and Fang Huai took the document with mixed feelings.

"There's going to be an academic seminar soon. Are you interested in attending?" Director Liang continued, "You can bring your intern with you. There will be many experts participating. Don't let me down."

"I'll think about it." Fang Huai didn't agree immediately.

"Well, there's still a lot of time, so think about it carefully. There's no rush."

"Let's go back." Director Liang suddenly remembered something, cleared his throat, and changed the subject: "Xiao Fang."

"Director, do you have anything else to say?" Fang Huai turned around in confusion.

"I know you're at the age of romance, you're pursuing me, I'm pursuing you, but it's all just a relationship. Lately... you've got to be mindful of your influence in the hospital. If anything goes wrong, it won't be good if it gets out. Do you understand what I mean?"

Age for romance? Fang Huai couldn't help but wonder when he heard the first sentence. Was this really meant to describe him?

But he immediately understood what Director Liang meant, and nodded and assured: "Director, I understand. I will take care of it."

"Well, go and do your thing."

Only then did Fang Huai walk out of the director's office feeling relieved.

As he walked into the hall, a hurried man grabbed his arm and pulled him outside.

"Doctor, save my child."

Fang Huai, who still didn't understand what was going on, was forced to the center of the crowd. A haggard woman was holding a thin child in her arms. The child's fair skin was covered with red rashes.

"Please don't gather around, spread out."

Fang Huai drove the crowd away.

He quickly checked the child's condition. He found his entire body burning, his lips chapped, and the skin around the rash slightly red and swollen. He then checked his arm, which was also severely swollen. His crying was weak, and he immediately realized something was wrong.

His nostrils twitched slightly, and his face turned a little purple. He immediately realized something was wrong and quickly called his colleagues:

"Send to the emergency room!"

The child's parents regretted and cried: "We thought it was just a simple rash and that it would be cured with some medicine."

"I cried and vomited tonight. I didn't have so many rashes when I came here... How come I suddenly have a fever and a rash?"

At the entrance to the hall, Kong Lingyu and his assistant stood in a corner, looking at the noisy hall and Fang Huai's back as he tried to comfort the patient's family. Many onlookers wanted to come over, and the assistant couldn't help but ask, "Boss, do you want to go up and help?"

Kong Lingyu smiled and looked away, his eyes full of pride. "No need, he can do it very well."

Fang Huai was evacuating the crowd in an orderly manner and cooperating with his colleagues to send the patient to the emergency room. The hall returned to silence again.

"See, I'm right." Kong Lingyu raised his eyebrows, a smile spreading across his pale face as he smoothed his sleeves. "He's great."

*

Outside the emergency room, the child's mother was sobbing softly, her young, haggard face covered with tears.

Her husband hugged her distressedly and helped her sit on a chair. When the woman saw that Fang Huai hadn't left yet, she burst into tears as if she had seen a savior. Her voice was hoarse and filled with despair: "Doctor, my child will be okay, right?"

Fang Huai, who was suddenly grabbed, leaned over to look at the child's mother. The woman said this without demanding an answer. She slowly loosened her hand and said dejectedly, "He's still so young, he doesn't even have the energy to cry."

The mother's hair was disheveled, and she looked remorseful. She raised her hands and gestured in the air: "Such a small child, it's all my fault."

She beat herself in self-blame, while her husband hugged her and kept comforting her: "It will be okay, it will be okay."

"Blame me, it's all my fault." The man suppressed his grief, hugged his wife, and put all the responsibility on himself: "I have asked for leave from the company, and I will always be with you."

"Everything is going to be okay, our kids are going to be okay."

The woman looked at her husband and could no longer hold back her tears, her hoarse voice expressing the long-pent-up grievances.

After getting married, she and her husband always wanted to have a child, and this child was born as they expected.

But after the child was born, her husband began to work overtime frequently, and she had to take care of the child alone at home. Because she and her husband did not like outsiders appearing in their private space, they just hired a aunt to come to their house on time to cook and clean.

Except for the time she spends in rehabilitation, she spends almost all her time taking care of the children.

The child was very well behaved, waking up quietly every day. His clear eyes curved into a smile when he saw her. It had been raining for a while, and the child had developed a few small rashes under his neck, so she took him to the community clinic for a checkup.

The doctor took a quick look and did an examination. It was just a simple eczema and prescribed an ointment. She took the ointment home skeptically and applied it to her child on time morning and evening as instructed. The rash disappeared in a few days.

But when she woke up this morning, her child had a lot of small rashes on her body again. She thought it was the same as the previous rash, so she took out the unused ointment and applied it to her child.

She still remembered the softness of those chubby little hands when they grasped her fingers. She had never expected things to develop to this point.

"We will do our best to treat your child. Please don't be too anxious now. The hospital will notify you immediately if there is any situation." Fang Huai comforted the couple and waited until they adjusted their emotions before leaving.

He felt inexplicably anxious, and the photos he had seen on the post before, as well as the baby's red and swollen skin and weak cry, kept appearing in his mind.

The rash on this child might not be a simple common rash, but the photos he had seen online were too blurry, so he didn't dare to guarantee with certainty that the rashes on the two children were the same type.

Fortunately, the child who was sent to the emergency room has stabilized. Fortunately, the disease was discovered in time and the hospital made quick arrangements, so the most appropriate time for treatment was not missed. Upon hearing that the child's condition had stabilized, the child's mother almost sat down on the ground with her legs weak.

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you."

Fang Huai also breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell a little.

He walked into the office to look for related posts again and found his private message chat history. The person's account showed that it had been cancelled and all the content previously posted had been deleted.