Outside the emergency room of the military hospital, Jiang Yue stood at the door with his head lowered, listening to a lecture. The lecturer was a middle-aged doctor, who was saying something in a harsh tone, and Jiang Yue's eyes turned red.
Shao Quan walked over quickly and said to the middle-aged male doctor, "Director Feng, I brought Doctor Song here."
Director Feng is the director of the emergency department. He often receives patients transferred from the military region and is familiar with Shao Quanxian.
"Captain Shao," Director Feng looked at Song Yun with surprise in his eyes, "Is this Doctor Song?" He had also heard of Song Yun's name, but he had been too busy to have the chance to meet her. He had heard that she was young, but he didn't expect her to be so young.
Song Yun nodded towards Director Feng. "I'm Song Yun. How is the patient doing now?"
Director Feng took Song Yun in and said as they walked, "The patient is showing signs of heart failure. We have used the appropriate medication, but it has had little effect."
Song Yun asked, "What is the allergen?"
Director Feng glanced at Jiang Yue who followed him in and said in a deep voice, "The allergen hasn't been identified yet. According to Comrade Jiang, she wanted to disinfect the wound with alcohol, but she took a solution mixed with blocking drugs and applied it to the wound. After applying it, she realized she had taken the wrong solution, so she hurried to get alcohol to clean it, but she took the wrong solution again—"
In other words, the patient is now using two drugs, and it is not certain which one caused the allergy. It may also be an adverse reaction caused by mixing the two drugs.
Song Yun was too lazy to talk about right or wrong now. She just wanted to save the person first and then think about other things.
She walked to the bedside to check on the patient. Just as Director Feng had said, the patient's condition was extremely critical. Not only did he show signs of heart failure, but his blood pressure was also dropping. If this continued, he would soon go into shock.
Song Yun's mind raced. With her current methods, she could only temporarily slow the pace of heart failure, protect the heart's pulse, and keep the patient alive. To completely resolve the problem, she needed to identify the allergen. However, with current medical conditions, it was unrealistic to identify the allergen in such a short time. The patient simply couldn't wait.
Song Yun began to quietly browse through the medicines in the traditional shopping mall. She went through the names of various medicines she had seen in her mind. Finally, she locked onto a medicine called "rejection agent". It was 100 star coins per bottle, which was really expensive. However, one bottle of medicine contained 100 milliliters, and according to usage, ordinary people only needed one to two drops to eliminate the harmful substances accumulated in the body.
If you calculate it this way, 100 ml can be used many times, so it's still cost-effective.
Song Yun exchanged the potion and told Director Feng that she had a detoxifying pill that might be worth a try.
Although Director Feng was not optimistic, he did not say much. In this situation, he could only try his best. It was better than doing nothing.
Song Yun took out a detoxification pill, dissolved it with warm water, quietly added two drops of rejection agent, and then fed it to the patient.
As soon as he swallowed the medicine, Jiang Yue on the side said, "What a mess of medicine you gave him. He was fine originally. Don't blame me if something happens after he takes your medicine."
Song Yun wanted to applaud after hearing this. This was a very clever way of shifting the blame, which was her strong point.
Director Feng pointed at the unconscious patient on the bed and asked Jiang Yue, "You call this fine? What have you learned about medicine? The patient has heart failure, has been resuscitated twice, and his blood pressure continues to drop. What does this mean? You're telling me he's fine now?"
Jiang Yue was questioned by Director Feng. She lowered her head and looked aggrieved, but was still muttering something under her breath.
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