Chapter 232 Morning Visit to the Hospital for Consultation and Ward Rounds

The parking lot of the military hospital was covered with a layer of dirty snow that had been trampled down, which shimmered with a grayish-white light in the cold morning light.

Lu Zhanming parked the car but didn't open the door immediately.

He got out of the car first, stood by the door, and calmly and sharply scanned his surroundings.

Medical staff and a few patients' families coming and going at the entrance of the inpatient building, a janitor shoveling snow in the distance, and a few cars parked on the side of the road...

His gaze took every detail into account in his judgment.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door, and reached out his hand.

Gu Baobao placed her hand in his warm, dry palm and used it to get out of the car.

My feet crunched softly on the frozen, hard snow.

Are you cold?

Lu Zhanming held her hand tightly, warming it with his own body heat.

"It's not cold."

Gu Baobao shook her head, shook hands with him, and the two walked side by side toward the hospital building.

Before even reaching the entrance, I saw Dean Fang Youyun and several experts with gray hair or wearing glasses already waiting in the lobby.

Several young doctors in white coats and notebooks followed beside them, their eyes shining with anticipation.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, which is not a day for large-scale ward rounds.

But apparently, almost every doctor who could come came today after hearing that Gu Baobao would be checking on the seriously injured scholar.

Many people rushed to finish checking their patients early in the morning, just so they could follow this young expert, Dr. Gu, and see firsthand how she handles such critical postoperative conditions, even if they could only learn a little bit of her approach.

"Happy New Year, Expert Gu and Director Lu!"

Dean Fang came forward with a big smile, but his eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well the night before.

"Dean Fang, everyone, Happy New Year."

Gu Baobao responded with a smile, her attitude humble.

Immediately, a quick-thinking nurse came over with a clean and crisp white coat.

Gu Baobao thanked him and took the clothes. Just as she was about to put them on herself, Lu Zhanming took them from her very naturally, shook them out, helped her put them on, and carefully tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. His movements were very practiced.

Gu Baobao turned her head, gave him a sweet smile, and her voice, though soft, clearly reached his ears:

"Thank you, Brother Zhanming."

Lu Zhanming felt as if a feather had gently tickled his heart, leaving him feeling soft and itchy.

His wife, who can be so affectionate with him in private that she can make his bones melt, has a different flavor in public when she calls him "Brother Zhanming" in a clear and crisp voice with a hint of dependence.

He loves to listen to them all and finds them all useful.

He took her military overcoat and the worn cloth bag she had taken off, and like the most dutiful bodyguard and family member, he silently and firmly followed half a step behind her.

The group went upstairs and headed towards the intensive care unit.

The corridor was quiet, with only the smell of disinfectant and the faint ticking of the monitoring equipment.

Two armed guards stood solemnly at the entrance to the ward.

Gently push open the door, and you'll find the ward dimly lit, with various monitoring instruments' screens flickering with a soft glow.

On the hospital bed, Comrade Zhang Huasheng remained unconscious. His complexion was slightly better than the night before, but he was still pale. Tubes were inserted into his body, connecting him to a complex life support system.

Gu Baobao walked to the bedside, nodded to the doctors and nurses on duty, then pulled up a stool and sat down. Instead of immediately looking at the instrument data, she stretched out her finger and gently placed it on the patient's wrist pulse.

Close your eyes and calm your mind.

At the same time, mentally call upon the system.

【Defu.】

[Received, host! Deep vital sign scan initiated!]

Defu's electronic voice response is instant, professional, and efficient.

A faint yet gradually strengthening pulse pulsed through my fingertips, while a clear three-dimensional image and real-time data stream simultaneously unfolded in my mind.

Cardiac contraction strength, pulmonary ventilation and blood oxygen exchange efficiency, liver and kidney metabolic indicators, intracranial pressure...

Even the healing tendency of surgical wounds and potential infection risks were presented to her consciousness in a way that was ahead of its time.

A few minutes later, Gu Baobao opened her eyes and let go of her hand.

"Dean Fang,"

She turned to the anxiously waiting crowd, her voice calm and clear.

"Comrade Zhang Huasheng's vital signs are currently stabilizing, his circulatory system has initially established compensation, and the risk of internal bleeding has decreased."

However, the lung contusion is severe and ventilation function has not fully recovered, so it is necessary to be alert to early signs of acute respiratory distress syndrome.

The intracranial pressure monitoring values ​​are within the safe range, but the peak of cerebral edema may occur in the next 24-48 hours, so dehydration and intracranial pressure reduction treatment should not be relaxed.

In addition, postoperative infection is the biggest threat; antibiotics must be used in adequate doses and for the full course, and body temperature and blood count changes must be closely monitored.

She spoke at a steady pace and in a clear and organized manner, not only pointing out the main contradictions at present, but also predicting the possible risks.

As the senior experts listened, they quickly took notes, their eyes occasionally flashing with realization and approval.

The young doctors listened with wide eyes, wishing they had more hands to take notes.

They found that the expert's judgment was often more advanced and comprehensive than the data displayed by the instruments.

"Regarding traditional Chinese medicine,"

Gu Baobao continued,

"The pulse indicates severe depletion of vital energy, deficiency of both qi and blood, and stagnation. I suggest supplementing the existing Western medical supportive treatment with prescriptions that tonify qi and nourish blood, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and strengthen the body's resistance."

You can try intravenous drip of ginseng and aconite injection, combined with nasal feeding or enema according to my prescription, to promote the recovery of organ function, reduce inflammation, and lay the foundation for subsequent recovery.

She picked up the prescription slip handed to her by the nurse, and with swift, flowing strokes, wrote out the next prescription.

Several experienced experts in traditional Chinese medicine gathered around to take a look. They found that the prescription was well-matched, with clear distinctions between the principal, assistant, and adjuvant herbs. It not only strengthened the body's foundation but also eliminated pathogens. The dosage was bold but still within the bounds of the law. They couldn't help but nod in approval.

"Key points of postoperative care,"

Gu Baobao then gave the head nurse a detailed explanation.

"Pay attention to turning the patient over and patting their back to promote the expulsion of phlegm and prevent hypostatic pneumonia. Nutritional support should be provided, with enteral nutrition as the main approach in the early stages, choosing easily digestible and absorbable preparations."

Psychological care should not be overlooked. Although the patient is unconscious, the positive attitude of family members and medical staff may have a positive impact on the patient's subconscious.

It takes into account all aspects.

It not only demonstrates top-notch modern medical expertise but also incorporates the wisdom of traditional medicine, while taking into account nursing details and humanistic care.

A ward round turned into a vivid lesson in the management of critical care patients after surgery.

Even Dean Fang felt he benefited greatly.

With everything arranged, Gu Baobao stood up and gave the on-duty doctor and nurses a final reminder:

"Notify me immediately of any changes."

"Don't worry, Dr. Gu!"

The crowd responded in unison.

As soon as he stepped out of the ward, Lu Zhanming went over to her, draped a warm military coat over her shoulders, carefully helped her put it on, buttoned it up, and tightened her scarf.

"Honey, it's cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

His voice wasn't loud, but the care he showed in his actions was obvious.

"Um."

Gu Baobao looked up at him and smiled, then extended her hand.

"Let's go home."

Lu Zhanming's large hand immediately enveloped her slightly cool hand completely, their fingers intertwined tightly.

"Okay, let's go home."

The two left side by side amidst the admiring and envious gazes of the crowd.