He watched as Wei Ping's expression turned grim.
"Shouldn't this be transferred directly to the cardiology department? It would be more professional for them to handle it!" she said.
It’s not that she doesn’t trust Wei Ping.
It’s because they still lack knowledge about the heart.
"Will we wait until he is sent to the cardiology department and then have them do an electrocardiogram to confirm the diagnosis? Then it will be too late! Since I have diagnosed it as fulminant myocarditis, then treat it as fulminant myocarditis! Believe me!" Wei Ping's eyes were firm.
He knew that the cardiologists would not conclude that it was fulminant myocarditis based on Wei Ping's words. They would need to check again! If they did, they would miss the best time to rescue him.
Yang Ke finally believed it.
This has been the case several times.
In the end, Wei Ping was right.
"Help me move the patient to the bed!"
"good!"
Yang Ke helped Wei Ping, lifted the old man up from the wheelchair and placed him on the bed.
Wei Ping measured the old man's temperature again, and this time the temperature had dropped.
Then there is no need for antipyretics. If not, the success rate will be higher.
After all, we don’t know what underlying diseases he has, and if he uses drugs indiscriminately, it may cause some unnecessary trouble.
At this time, Pan Liyun came in trotting.
She was holding a tray with medicine on it.
"Just add alpha interferon drip!" Wei Ping said.
"Okay, I'll do it!" said Pan Liyun.
Yang Ke assisted from the side.
"Yang Ke, go out and get me some water and give the patient some medicine!"
Wei Ping said again.
"good!"
When Yang Ke left the office, a middle-aged man in a white coat walked over angrily.
There were some people following behind him.
Yang Ke knew him.
He is Director Han Wei of the Department of Cardiology!
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