Chapter 107
Because Wen Qing was severely poisoned, although he saved his life, he was still in danger. The medical staff of the health center were divided into two groups, one group to guard the first half of the night and the other group to guard the second half of the night. If Wen Qing's condition became bad, there would be people to rescue him at any time.
However, as Chen Zhaoyue participated in the entire rescue and played a leading role in the rescue process, she had to stay up all night.
Considering that the second half of the night is when people are most tired and have the least energy, there may be omissions in communicating the patient's condition during the shift change. So Chen Zhaoyue recorded Wen Qing's specific situation, including the entire rescue process and what medicines the health center used after his condition stabilized.
Thinking that the medical staff at the health center knew more about Western medicine than Chinese medicine and might not understand the description of the pulse she wrote, Chen Zhaoyue directly recorded Wen Qing's pulse and heartbeat in the notebook in plain and easy-to-understand language.
Soon, she filled a whole page in her notebook with information about Wen Qing's injury.
The round-faced nurse saw that Shen Zhaoyue was always writing with her head down, so she didn't come over to disturb her.
It was not until Chen Zhaoyue put down his pen and stretched his shoulders and neck, which were a little stiff and sore from working at the desk for a long time, that the round-faced nurse came over and asked Chen Zhaoyue if he wanted to eat some melon seeds.
Chen Zhaoyue stood up and stretched a bit, then smiled and refused the melon seeds offered by the round-faced nurse. She shook her empty kettle and said, "I won't eat the melon seeds. My kettle is out of water, so I'll go to the water room and get some."
"Then go quickly." Seeing that she didn't want to eat melon seeds, the round-faced nurse didn't let her go.
Come to think of it, Wen Qing is her nephew, and he is still lying in bed and in danger. How stupid and heartless must Chen Zhaoyue be to be eating melon seeds in front of his bed as if nothing had happened.
Chen Zhaoyue said that he was going to the water room to fetch water, but in fact, he used the pretext of fetching water to get a pot of spiritual spring water from the space.
Even if he didn't give it to Wen Qing, Chen Zhaoyue would have to use it himself.
When Shen Zhaoyue came back after getting some water, she saw several medical staff on duty sitting around the table where she had just sat, looking at the notes she had written and talking in low voices.
Chen Zhaoyue put the kettle away, stood outside the crowd with his hands in his pockets, and said softly, "If you have any questions, you can ask me."
Anyway, you are idle anyway, and it is easier to get sleepy if you just sit there. Why not find something to do together to kill time and learn something at the same time?
A baby-faced nurse smiled embarrassedly when she heard Shen Zhaoyue say this, and quickly retracted her fingers pressing on Shen Zhaoyue's notebook. She looked at her with red cheeks: "Comrade Shen, the things written in your notebook are too profound. I can't understand them, and I can't learn them in a short time. I just want to ask you, when we women have our period every month, our stomachs hurt a lot. Can we relieve it by pressing the acupoints?"
Chen Zhaoyue looked at the few people who had automatically made way, then returned to the table and sat down. He said to the baby-faced man who had just spoken, "Come here, I'll take your pulse."
The baby-faced man twisted the corners of his clothes with his hands: "This is so embarrassing!"
She said she was sorry, but her body was very honest. She had already sat opposite Shen Zhaoyue and stretched out her hands to her.
Chen Zhaoyue took a roll of unopened gauze as a wrist pillow and motioned Baby Face to put his wrist on it: "Don't be nervous, one hand will do."
After saying that, Chen Zhaoyue’s slightly cool fingertips rested on the inside of the baby-faced man’s wrist.
Chen Zhaoyue looked relaxed, and her slightly narrowed eyes made her look like a lazy cat.
This made the baby-faced man nervous: "Comrade Shen, why don't you speak?"
Chen Zhaoyue tilted her head, a faint smile on her lips, making her look like an affable girl next door: "Do you have any other symptoms when you have your period every month?"
Afraid that the baby-faced nurse would be embarrassed to speak, Shen Zhaoyue guided her by saying, "Symptoms such as dry mouth, breast pain, etc."
After hearing her words, the baby-faced girl's face turned even redder. Comrade Shen looked only a few years older than her, but why did he talk about breasts all the time? It was quite embarrassing.
Chen Zhaoyue didn't even need her answer, just by looking at her reaction he knew that everything he said was right.
"It's not a big problem. Avoid eating raw or cold food and overexerting before your period. Pay attention to regulating your mood and apply a warm compress to your lower abdomen."
As Chen Zhaoyue withdrew his hand, he put the unopened package of gauze back into the drawer.
With this beginning, and since all the people on duty in the first half of the night were women, the few of them started chatting casually.
At ten o'clock, Wen Qing's limbs were a little cold due to excessive blood loss, so Chen Zhaoyue asked someone to find a quilt to cover him.
The period from 10 pm to 2 am the next day is the most critical and is when high body temperature is most likely to occur.
Chen Zhaoyue took Wen Qing's pulse every once in a while to keep abreast of his condition, and also used a cotton swab dipped in spiritual spring water to apply to his dry and chapped lips.
As it was almost twelve o'clock, Wen Qing's body temperature rose and he showed symptoms of high temperature alert convulsions.
Chen Zhaoyue, who was dozing off, was woken up by the round-faced nurse. He ran over and saw that Wen Qing's face, which had originally been pale and bloodless, was now flushed red.
Chen Zhaoyue asked two nurses to hold down the twitching Wen Qing: "Hold him down, don't let him move."
Chen Zhaoyue took out a silver needle and quickly inserted it into several acupuncture points on his body. With each needle, Chen Zhaoyue's expression became more serious.
Until Wen Qing slowly stopped twitching, Shen Zhaoyue wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Although the silver needles are thin and light, when applying acupuncture, she needs to concentrate all her attention because the depth of the needles in each acupoint is different. If she is distracted and the needle is inserted into the wrong place, it can also cost Wen Qing's life.
Chen Zhaoyue sat beside the bed, pressing Wen Qing's wrist to feel his pulse, and clearly felt that his pulse was disordered again.
The round-faced nurse held a metal tray with alcohol and gauze on it and asked Shen Zhaoyue: "Comrade Shen, do you want to rub alcohol on Wen Pai to cool him down?"
"No need for alcohol." Chen Zhaoyue exhaled a breath of foul air, not caring about the fact that his hands and legs were weak from the acupuncture, he picked up the basin on the washbasin rack and ran into the bathroom to get a large basin of water.
Soon, Shen Zhaoyue came back with a large basin of water, opened her thermos, and poured the hot water from the thermos into the basin.
To others, it is just an ordinary basin of warm water.
Only Chen Zhaoyue knew that this water contained spiritual spring water, which was many times more effective in reducing fever than alcohol.
"Give me another towel." Chen Zhaoyue grabbed the towel hanging on the railing at the end of the bed and pressed it into the water. He said to the round-faced nurse very quickly, "Wet the towel and wipe his armpits, thighs, and knees."
Although the round-faced nurse didn't understand what Chen Zhaoyue meant, she still took a towel, wet it, and imitated Chen Zhaoyue to wipe Wen Qing's knees. As for the private area like the thigh, it was better not to wipe it.
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