Profligate rich second-generation heir Li Qingming transmigrated.
He became a vegetative patient. His family used half a bag of cornmeal to get him a wife, ostensibly for "good luck."...
The recovery after the operation was very good and the body was basically unaffected.
He had been in good health for so many years and suddenly fainted, which scared his family.
If the cerebral hemorrhage exceeds 30 ml, a craniotomy is required to remove the hematoma.
Li Mingqing came out and said seriously, "Director Zhao needs surgery."
"Okay, we agree. Let's do the surgery as soon as possible," Zhao Cheng said anxiously.
Mrs. Zhao sat on the stool, covering her face and crying. She was completely confused and didn't hear what Li Mingqing said at all.
Li Mingqing hurried back to the operating room again.
Zhao Cheng comforted: "Mom, Dad will be fine."
"What if something happens to your dad? I really can't accept it," she said crying.
After a few seconds, she added, "Pooh, pooh, pooh, your dad will be fine."
"Yes, with Dean Li here, Dad will be fine."
Although Zhao Cheng said this, he was nervous.
He believed in Li Mingqing's medical skills and believed that since the surgery could be performed, the patient could definitely be saved.
"When your father gets better, let him retire at home. I've told him eight hundred times about retirement, but he's always turned a deaf ear to it. Going to work every day at such an old age is tiring."
Mrs. Zhao became angrier and angrier as she spoke. If she had listened to her earlier, perhaps this would not have happened at all.
Do things that suit your age.
You have to accept your old age.
As people age, they can clearly feel a slight loss of strength in all aspects of their body.
Zhao Cheng said, "Mom, let's talk about this later."
After more than an hour, Li Mingqing came out of the operating room.
"The operation was successful. Cerebral hemorrhage will have sequelae. Zhao Cheng, please massage Dean Zhao's hands and feet more often."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Zhao Cheng and his mother kept watching Zhao Chang in the ward.
About three hours later, Zhao Chang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling with a confused look on his face.
"Old Zhao, you're finally awake!" Mrs. Zhao cried with joy.
I can finally put my mind at ease.
While massaging him, Zhao Cheng said, "Dad, you fainted at home and we sent you to Mingren Hospital. Li Mingqing performed surgery on you."
Zhao Chang came back to his senses after hearing this: "Is it serious?"
"They said there would be some aftereffects, so Ming Qing asked me to massage my hands and feet more."
Mrs. Zhao said angrily, "Don't worry about the severity of the disease, as long as you are alive, you will be lucky. You should stay home and enjoy your retirement."
"Old lady, I just had surgery."
"You should! You should have retired at home a long time ago. The hospital won't close down without you."
Zhao Cheng hurriedly said, "Mom, go to the cafeteria and get some millet porridge."
"Let him starve, so he won't learn his lesson."
Although she said this, she still left with the thermos.
"Zhao Cheng, why is your mother so angry? Did you provoke her?"
"It's not me, dear father, my mother was scared by you. Seriously, please retire from the hospital and take a good rest after being busy for most of your life."
"Son, let's talk about this later."
Zhao Chang wants to work in the hospital for another two to three years.
But now it seems that his body can no longer support it, and he clearly feels his body slowing down.
If you have a cerebral hemorrhage, you will have to stay at home for a year at least.
Fortunately, there was Li Mingqing, otherwise he would have met the King of Hell by now.
Li Mingqing brought two doctors to make rounds.
"Dean Li, are you feeling okay?"
"It's not bad, but my hands are shaking uncontrollably. Not only my hands, but it's also hard to lift my arms."
"It's normal. Acupuncture and massage can relieve the related symptoms."
Li Mingqing said truthfully.
As a metropolitan doctor, he believed that Dean Li knew the situation clearly.
"Mingqing, thank you for your hard work in performing the surgery on me."
"Of course not. As a doctor, this is my job. I won't go into details about the precautions. You must be familiar with them. The nurse has already explained them to Zhao Cheng."
The two doctors who came with Li Mingqing went to see other patients after the examination.
He had nothing to do for the time being, so he stayed and talked to Zhao Chang.
Zhao Chang: "I didn't expect this. This is the second time I've asked you to treat me. I hope there won't be a third time."
"I didn't expect that. I saw you were full of energy before," Li Mingqing teased.
"It's really hard for a doctor to heal himself. A doctor in the hospital fainted while on duty. He was rushed to emergency care within a minute, but he still passed away. He had a good appetite and rarely got sick before, so no one expected it. So I guess I'm lucky to see the sun again."
Zhao Chang sighed, life is so unpredictable.
Zhao Cheng took the opportunity to say, "Dad, it's time to take a rest."
"Well, once I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll report to my superiors and stay at home to recuperate, leaving my position for a capable young person," said Zhao Chang.
Mrs. Zhao at the door smiled with relief when she heard this.
I finally made up my mind. I should have retired a long time ago.
She came in carrying a lunch box: "Director Li, the hospital cafeteria has a lot of dishes. As soon as I entered the cafeteria, I could smell all kinds of delicious food. It's comparable to a restaurant."
After saying that, he took out the food and invited Li Mingqing to eat together.
Li Mingqing stood up and said, "I have something to eat, so you guys can eat."
Zhao Cheng stood up and saw him out.
"Dean Li, thank you for saving my dad."
"You haven't eaten since this morning, come in and have a bite."
"Fortunately, there was no danger," Zhao Cheng thanked him and returned to the ward.
Doctor Ding Ren came over quickly and said, "There's a little kid with a dislocated arm. Director, please go and fix it."
"Doctor Ding, don't you know how to straighten the dislocated bones?"
He said embarrassedly, "I really don't know how to do this. It's the job of an orthopedist. Parents registered with me."
Li Mingqing didn't expect that he really couldn't do it.
In the pediatric outpatient clinic, a two-year-old boy was crying loudly.
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