Was it because he had kept Wei Ping that he was now going to lose Wei An? Song Yan knew how much emotion he had poured into these two children. Because, like him, they had grown up without parents. So he wanted to be as good to them as possible, and even better.
"Doctor, we still can't get a blood pressure reading!"
"Body temperature, the body temperature has plummeted!"
Song Yan knew exactly what that meant. "Calm down, Song Yan, you need to calm down! If you panic, you won't solve anything." Song Yan patted his face, wiping away his tears. He told himself again, "Calm down, you can do it!"
Anaphylactic shock, it just said anaphylactic shock. How did Wei An have an allergic reaction? What was it that caused the allergy? Song Yan's brain started working.
Doctors and nurses were working hard to save Wei An. A medical record folder with Wei An's name on it was placed on the emergency cart. Song Yan was looking through the medical record and doctor's orders.
"Director, we've used almost all the medications we could, but the child's condition is still so bad. Let me explain the situation to Wei An's parents now, and also, the critical condition notice..."
Dr. Guo knew the truth was cruel, but the families had no choice but to face those outcomes…
Song Yan grasped the key point of Dr. Guo's words: Wei An suffered from anaphylactic shock caused by penicillin.
The TCM diagnosis and treatment of shock lingered in Song Yan's mind. Wei An's condition was not good, but perhaps TCM could help.
Do you have paper and pen?
"Yes." Doctor Guo handed the paper and pen to Song Yan.
Song Yan quickly wrote down a prescription. "Sister-in-law Cheng, go and get the medicine for me. Rent a medicine pot from the canteen, soak it for ten minutes, and then boil it over high heat for half an hour."
"I saw a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Do they have any acupuncture needles? I'd like to use a set. Please help me," Song Yan said to the medical staff beside her.
“Yes, I’ll borrow it from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.” The head nurse of the surgery department answered.
While Sister-in-law Cheng was still in a daze, wondering where to get the medicine, the prescription was snatched from her hand!
"Wei An's family, I'll go get the medicine! Soak it for ten minutes, then boil it over high heat for half an hour, right?" The speaker was Xiao Ge, a surgical nurse, the same girl who had brought Song Yan a cup of hot water and given him an extra set of luggage.
Song Yan nodded.
As if she had just confirmed the doctor's orders, the nurse took off running.
"You know traditional Chinese medicine? Do you want to combine it with other treatments?" Dr. Guo asked.
"Yes!" Looking at the lifeless child, Song Yan nodded firmly.
"Can this child still drink Chinese medicine now?" Sister-in-law Cheng asked weakly.
Song Yan: "Nasal feeding. Feed the child through a nasal tube."
After Song Yan said this, everyone had high expectations for her traditional Chinese medicine treatments. It seemed she really did understand medicine.
The nurse on duty looked at Dr. Guo.
Dr. Guo: "I'll give you the medical orders now."
Nasogastric feeding involves inserting a silicone tube through the nasal cavity into the stomach, which can be very uncomfortable for the patient if they are awake.
Wei An did not react much until the nasogastric tube was completely inserted into his stomach.
"Aunt Wei An, I've borrowed some acupuncture needles. They've just been sterilized." The head nurse of the surgery department carried a square tray with several aluminum needle boxes inside. She had carefully prepared sterile cotton balls and sterile forceps.
This was his weapon, and Song Yan solemnly accepted the tray.
Open the needle box; inside are needles of different lengths.
Head Nurse of Surgery: "Aunt Wei An, this is a doctor from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department. I invited him to help. If you need any assistance, you can tell him."
Song Yan knew this was a gesture of kindness from the head nurse of the surgery department. "Thank you!" Those two words contained a thousand unspoken words.
Local disinfection, needle removal, needle insertion. Song Yan's movements were as smooth and fluid as flowing water.
The head of pediatrics couldn't help but ask the visiting traditional Chinese medicine doctor, "What do you think of her skills?" When Wei An's symptoms didn't improve, the family requested to use traditional Chinese medicine in conjunction with treatment. There was no precedent for this in the hospital, and traditional Chinese medicine wasn't particularly adept at treating infections, so the head of pediatrics hadn't agreed to a consultation with a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Now, the head of pediatrics also felt there was no hope for the child and was simply fulfilling the parents' request.
The TCM doctor kept observing Song Yan's needling techniques and acupoint selection. "She's definitely an expert; I'm not as good as her."
This reassured everyone a bit. The pediatricians and nurses only thought Song Yan's technique looked beautiful; they didn't know if it was effective, as they didn't understand traditional Chinese medicine.
Song Yan inserted the last needle and stood up. "Does anyone have a watch? I need to time myself for five minutes."
The head of pediatrics said, "I'll keep track of the time." He carefully looked at the minute hand of his watch.
…
"Time is up."
Song Yan began to chase the needle.
Remove the needle in five minutes.
Wei An had been sweating profusely, but the sweating decreased after the acupuncture. His limbs, which were originally ice-cold, seemed to have improved a little.
The moment Song Yan began inserting the needles, reason returned to him. "Can I see the medical records again?"
Seeing that the director nodded, Dr. Guo handed the medical record to Song Yan.
Song Yan had already reviewed it once, and now he was confirming it again. "There was no prescription for penicillin, and you kept telling me that I wasn't eligible for penicillin. I want to ask, how was this medicine given to my child? And without my permission?"
Pediatric head nurse: "Let me explain this. First, I want to apologize to the family; this was caused by our mistake."
Song Yan waited quietly for an explanation.
The head nurse of the surgery department said: "There are two young patients in the surgery department who are using penicillin. Each child needs 1.4 million units of penicillin. One vial of penicillin contains 800,000 units. Two vials of penicillin contain 1.6 million units, but only 200,000 units are left. So, for the two patients, there are only 400,000 units left."
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