In the following half month, Chen Xia didn't know how many meals he had "in-house drinking".
There is no way. Once you become the vice president, you cannot be too willful in your words and deeds. For example, if you are having dinner at a director's house today, and another director invites you, will you go?
Not going? Looking down on others?
Those with a worse temper will think that you look down on them, and gradually you will become enemies.
Those with weaker personalities might wonder if the dean's refusal to accept the invitation suggests he has something against me. Should I try harder to curry favor with him, sneaking over in the middle of the night to give him a gift?
China is a society based on human relationships, and this is inevitable.
After eating for half a month, Chen Xia was about to vomit when he saw the table full of fish and meat, so he thought of making some pickled vegetable soup with rice to clear his stomach.
He had to eat at other people's houses, but when he went to his master's house, Chen Xia was much more casual.
The weather in June was already a bit hot and humid, so Chen Xia took off his coat as soon as he entered the door and only wore a short vest. Anyway, there were only two women in the master's house, the master's wife and grandmother, so there was no taboo.
"Master's wife, Grandma, I'm here. Let me tell you first, don't show me any meat today. I just want pickles and wild vegetable cakes."
The master's wife took Chen Xia's clothes and two bottles of Moutai liquor, while complaining with a smile:
"Come on, what kind of wine do you bring? How about a few drinks?"
"No, no, no, let Master drink the Moutai slowly by himself. I'll just have some Coke."
The master's family also knew Chen Xia's temper and were busy preparing food.
This house has four bedrooms and two living rooms. In theory, it belongs to Chen Xia, but now it has been given to Ren Yuanfei and his family to live in.
Because Ren Yuanfei lacked academic papers and had no patents, and his wife was not a hospital employee, he was only allocated a two-bedroom, one-living-room house.
Chen Xia gave up the house with the intention of compensating his master. After all, he did not consider Ren Yuanfei's interests first for the sake of money.
Now, Ren Jijun and his wife can live in the two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment alone, while the others can live in Chen Xia's four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. This standard of living is definitely something that even the mayor doesn't have.
Chen Xia looked around the room and asked Ren Jibing, "Xiaobing, where is your father?"
"My dad went to Aunt Jiang's house to help. Her daughter hasn't been doing well lately. My dad said he doesn't even want to move."
The Aunt Jiang mentioned by Ren Jibing is Jiang Lihong, a doctor in the infectious disease department, and her husband is Xie Yong from the hospital's general affairs department.
They had two daughters in total. Maybe there was a problem with the genes, or maybe the ancestral grave was buried incorrectly, but both sisters were suffering from type 1 diabetes.
Clinically, diabetes is divided into four types, namely type 1 diabetes, type 2 diabetes, gestational diabetes and other special types of diabetes.
Among the patients in my country, most of them suffer from type 2 diabetes after the age of 35 to 40. For example, the elderly people in hospitals are almost all type 2.
Type 1 diabetes is characterized by its early onset, mostly occurring in children and adolescents.
The pathogenesis is mainly due to the destruction of B cells, leading to absolute insulin deficiency, and most of them are autoimmune diseases.
Okay, I'll speak human language.
To put it in terms that readers can understand, this type of diabetic patients have absolutely insufficient insulin in their bodies, so they need to supplement with external insulin throughout their lives.
Oral medications are ineffective.
So the question is, in my country's medical environment in the 1980s, where was there any good high-purity synthetic human insulin, let alone insulin analogs?
The same method was used in 1965 by two academicians, Zou Chenglu and Wang Yinglai, who used single amino acids as raw materials to synthesize an artificial crystalline bovine insulin containing 51 amino acids.
However, when this animal insulin is injected into the human body, the human body will produce an immune response to it, generating antigen-antibody complexes, which will gradually cause the insulin effect to decrease.
I guess Dr. Jiang’s daughter must have encountered this kind of trouble.
However, this kind of animal insulin, which has very serious side effects and average efficacy, is not easy to obtain. If it were not for the convenience of Dr. Jiang and his wife being hospital employees, they would really not be able to get it.
It would be fine if Chen Xia didn’t know, after all, the director of the logistics department is Liu Changsheng, and it’s his responsibility to worry about it.
But now that I know it, it is God's will. As a reborn person, there are plenty of insulin needles in the space hospital. Maybe I can be of some help. After all, there are two little lives at stake.
Thinking of this, Chen Xia picked up his clothes and went to visit his old colleague's daughter.
"Master's wife, please get ready first. I'll go to Dr. Jiang's house to check on him and come back with Master in a while."
"Okay, you doctors have a job that lasts all day and night, so you have to be on the go at any time."
Dr. Jiang Lihong still lives in the old dormitory of the hospital and has not moved. This is strange. Who wouldn’t be anxious to move overnight after being allocated a new house?
Chen Xia found them in the observation ward of the emergency department.
The problem is with the eldest daughter, who is only 10 years old this year, the age of a lovely girl. At this time, she is lying in bed with dry skin, lacking elasticity, sunken eyeballs and cheeks, and obvious dehydration.
Ren Yuanfei and Xu Jincheng, director of the endocrinology department, were studying several test reports. Jiang Lihong and Xie Yong were standing anxiously by the bed, quietly wiping away tears.
When Chen Xia entered the ward and saw this situation, he felt very sad. After becoming a father, he couldn't bear to see children suffer.
"Chen, Dean Chen, you're here."
Jiang Lihong and Xie Yong quickly stood up.
Chen Xia waved his hand and told them to stop making noise so as not to wake up the sleeping girl.
"Master, Director Xu, what's the little girl's condition now?"
When Ren Yuanfei saw his apprentice coming, he frowned and handed him the test results: "Take a look for yourself."
Chen Xia looked at the list and saw that the blood sugar was 30 points, and both blood ketones and urine ketones were positive. He exclaimed:
"This is diabetic ketoacidosis!"
Xu Jincheng looked helpless. "That's right. The problem now is that our hospital doesn't have imported insulin. If the electrolyte imbalance can't be corrected immediately, I'm afraid this child won't last a few days."
The little girl on the bed was clearly dehydrated and comatose. As soon as I got closer, I could smell the distinct odor of rotten apples...
Jiang Lihong is a doctor herself, so of course she knows her daughter's situation. Now that the hospital leaders and department heads have arrived, she burst into tears because of the grievance and reluctance to leave her daughter.
The little girl on the hospital bed was awakened and stretched out her hands to ask her mother to hug her:
"Mom, I... I'm fine... Don't... worry. I want to tell... tell you... you... you are the best dad... Mom... Thank you..."
The long-term illness has made the little girl more sensible than her peers. As a doctor's family member, she has also witnessed many lives and deaths in the hospital.
She knew that she would die one day, and she was prepared in her heart.
It is also possible that she herself has endured too much pain and feels that death is the best relief.
So she felt that she should thank her parents, but if she didn't say it now, she might never have the chance to say it in the future.
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