Chapter 29: What's your attitude? (Catching bugs) His gunshot wound hasn't healed yet,...
Chapter 29 What attitude
The young nurse rolled her eyes at his protest, her lips curled into a perfect arc as she replied in a very official tone, "Patient, please bear with me for a moment. I will report your reaction to my superiors."
Then he held the notebook and walked away with his head held high, without even looking at him.
Yan Jiuru stretched out her hand: "Sister, let's discuss this again~"
"Bang!" The door of the intensive care unit closed.
The nurse said she hadn't responded since her report. She then insisted she wasn't allowed to eat too much. When pressed, she replied, "You're not here to eat lavishly. How can you eat as much as you want? The hospital isn't your home."
Yan Jiuru: What’s your attitude?
If these were his men, they would have been sent to dig illegal mines long ago.
He also reacted when the doctor was making rounds, but the doctor was only responsible for treatment and had no jurisdiction over other matters. At most, he told the nurse to take good care of the patient.
Meals in the intensive care unit are delivered by nurses on time.
The food had not improved for three consecutive days, and the hungry Yan Jiuru could not bear it anymore.
***
He also noticed that the young nurse looked down on him, a "soldier" from the countryside.
It wasn't like this at the beginning.
Their attitude was so friendly and warm, and very thoughtful.
From the sound of it, it seems that he has some remarkable family background to be in the intensive care unit.
Later, when they found out that he was a rural militiaman who was "injured in the line of duty", their attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees and their faces almost turned up to the sky.
Whenever the IV drip ran out of medicine, he had to call for help several times, and he even removed the medicine himself twice.
He even thought he could just as well not take the painkillers prescribed by the doctor and wanted to save them to take home, but they were all taken away by the nurse, who said they were for people in need.
He even suspected that the other party was corrupt.
He asked the surgeon, and if there is no infection after the operation for a gunshot wound like his that requires surgery, he can normally be discharged from the hospital in about a month, and if his body recovers quickly, it may be possible in three weeks.
But he lost too much blood and it was very damaging to his health. It was not a simple matter of healing the flesh wounds and thinking he would be completely fine.
The doctor recommended that I rest for another week or two, supplement nutrition, and be discharged from the hospital after I have recovered better.
He was injured in the line of duty, so there is no problem of insufficient medical expenses.
But judging from the current situation, let alone three weeks, if it goes on for another three days, his gunshot wound won't heal and his stomach problems might develop from hunger first.
He knew this was intentionally directed against him.
Tsk, he just couldn't believe it. How could a grown man like him starve to death in the hospital?
In the Demon Lord's worldview, there is no male superiority or female inferiority, nor is there any submission between men and women. There is only "Anyone can be uncomfortable, but I cannot be uncomfortable."
Whoever makes me unhappy, I will make things difficult for him!
Yan Jiuru observed secretly.
***
Having said that, Yan Jiuru was a little confused. It had been several days, and no one from his family had come to see him. The army leader said he wanted to inquire about the situation, but in the end, there was no movement. . . . .
What's going on?
You don't take him seriously enough.
The Demon Lord was very unhappy.
At noon on the fourth day, the young nurse brought lunch reluctantly: a bowl of thin mushroom soup, two white steamed buns, an egg fried with cucumber slices, and a stir-fried chicken with soy sauce.
The name sounds good, but the amount of it in just a few chopsticks is disappointing, barely enough to fill his teeth.
Yan Jiuru did not eat immediately, but waited for the young nurse to leave, then slowly got out of bed.
The injury on his leg was fine, as there was no damage to the aorta or anything like that. At most, it was just some flesh damage. But the injury on his waist almost hit his spleen, which was very dangerous and was the main reason for his excessive blood loss.
He misjudged the extent of his injury.
After all, in his subconscious, no matter what kind of injury a cultivator has on his body, as long as his spiritual consciousness and sea of consciousness are not destroyed, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a pill.
But the reality is that his mortal body is completely vulnerable.
Two bullets nearly sent him to reincarnation.
Therefore, even if it is a mortal body, we should still cherish it.
***
Yan Jiuru moved himself out of the ward. There were still many people coming and going in the corridor, and there were also a few people like him wandering around in the corridor in hospital gowns.
As he walked slowly, he looked at the signs on each door. He didn't even need to use his spiritual sense, and he found the hospital cafeteria just by relying on his keen sense of smell.
Wow, look at this big bowl of shredded pork noodles, fried egg and vegetable noodles, braised crucian carp, roasted pork chops, tiger skin eggs...
He took a deep breath of the aroma. This was real food!
"Hello, master chef!" He greeted a relatively plump middle-aged man behind the window.
The chef looked at his hospital gown and said gently, "Comrade, what can I do for you?"
Yan Jiuru said embarrassedly: "I want to ask, can the injured choose their own meals? Well, a meal of two taels is not enough to fill you up. Listen, my stomach is still singing the empty city plan."
The chef did hear it, and asked in surprise, "Which ward is the young comrade from?"
"I'm in Intensive Care Room 3, bed 23, my last name is Yan."
The chef frowned, "Hasn't lunch been delivered yet?"
Yan Jiuru said truthfully, "I gave them two steamed buns, a bowl of thin soup, a spoonful of fried melon slices and eggs, and a spoonful of diced chicken."
He gestured with his hands and said, "This handful of food can't even fill me up to 30% full. I'm so hungry that I can't sleep day or night. I have to find food myself."
He said pitifully, "Well, I won't embarrass you. At worst, I'll pay for it myself."
There was more than 20 yuan in the clothes he wore when he went up the mountain. It was the money he prepared to buy groceries for the people who were building the house. It was enough to last for a few days.
The master chef was knowledgeable and had no doubt that his words were false, but it was not easy for him to overstep his authority and intervene in such matters. However, since the wounded had come to him, he certainly would not refuse.
"It's okay. This is all covered by the government. What kind of injury did you suffer? Some injuries require food."
When Yan Jiuru heard that there was a way, he hurriedly said, "It's a gunshot wound, but it's been four days since the operation, so it's okay."
When the chef heard that it was a gunshot wound, he immediately stood in awe. Usually, this kind of injury would only be sustained on the battlefield or when facing vicious criminals.
This is a hero, how can you let him starve?
This matter must be taken seriously.
"Sit down, go sit down."
The chef came out immediately to help Yan Jiuru sit down, then asked kindly, "Did the doctor tell you about any dietary restrictions?"
"Just don't eat spicy or irritating foods."
"Okay, that's how it should be. You need to keep up with your nutrition. Today we have braised crucian carp, which is good for wound healing. We also have pork slices with green peppers, braised pork with tofu knots, stir-fried pork slices with wood ear mushrooms, stewed pumpkin with beans, and three fresh delicacies..."
Yan Jiuru swallowed his saliva. Among so many delicious dishes, it must have been a lot of work for the nurse to pick out two bland dishes for him.
Never mind. At worst he can just pay for it himself.
"Can I have some pork with green peppers, three fresh vegetables, and braised crucian carp, and a big bowl of rice? I have money, but the food coupons may not be enough."
The chef saw the wounded man take out a few one-yuan bills from the pocket of his hospital gown and waved his hand, saying, "No need, just sign the form."
Yan Jiuru finally had a full meal in the cafeteria.
But he didn't know that everyone in the ward was looking for him like crazy.
***
"Where are the people?"
The senior leaders of the relevant troops, together with Yan's father and mother who came with them to take care of the wounded, as well as the attending physician and hospital leaders, were faced with an empty ward and a meal that looked a bit too simple and small for the wounded.
"Who's in charge of this intensive care unit?"
Intensive care wards are staffed by dedicated staff, and each patient has his or her own dedicated nurse to care for them, so that the patient's condition can be kept under control and their recovery can be better ensured.
As a result, the injured person is nowhere to be seen and the nurse is nowhere to be seen.
Dean Wang hurried to the bedside to get the patient's details list.
In addition to the basic information of the injured, injuries and treatment, the detailed list also includes information such as dedicated nurses and care details.
The column for full-time nurse reads: Li Chunyu.
The diet section states: Strengthen nutrition, recommending supplementing with foods such as milk, eggs, chicken, freshwater fish, pork, beef, jujube, and fungus to replenish blood and vital energy;
Avoid: spicy, greasy, and irritating foods, etc.
Not to mention anything else, just looking at the food on the bedside, it doesn’t seem to be very nutritious at all. Those few bites of diced chicken are barely enough.
Aunt Yan couldn't hold it in any longer and grumbled, "Oh, if I had known we were going to have this kind of food, I should have come earlier to cook for the child. Jiuru has a big appetite, so this food is just enough to fill her stomach, not to fill her up."
"Who is Li Chunyu?" Dean Wang looked around hurriedly, but there was no one in the ward.
It was the attending physician who took the military leader's assistant to the corridor to ask around, and finally found Li Chunyu, a nurse in Intensive Care Ward No. 3, in Intensive Care Ward No. 6.
***
Li Chunyu was a little annoyed by her boss's question. She curled her lips into a standard curve again, putting on a formal smile and saying, "He was still here when I brought him food. Who knows where he's gone now? Maybe, maybe, he went to the restroom."
You are a nurse in the intensive care unit, and the injured patient you are responsible for is missing, and you still say "maybe, perhaps, who knows", even Dean Wang feels embarrassed for her.
She herself didn't care, especially when she saw the old men and women in the crowd, who were carrying sacks in their hands and baskets on their backs, and it was obvious that they were from the countryside.
Li Chunyu raised his chin involuntarily without even glancing around.
I regretted being too impulsive at that time.
When he heard that a young and handsome guy had come to the intensive care unit, he thought he had found a treasure and quickly grabbed the job. Who knew he was just a peasant.
Of course, the military leader would not argue with a young nurse at this moment. Instead, he said to Director Wang, "Send someone to look for him quickly."
Nothing can happen to him. He may very well be a hero who changes the future direction of the country.
***
Yan Jiuru ate a full meal slowly and took a walk in the yard before returning to the ward.
I saw my parents coming out to look for me in the corridor.
"Dad, Mom! You're here!"
"...So, you went to find food on your own because you were hungry?"
Yan Jiuru smiled sheepishly, "This is the first time I've had a full stomach in these few days. If I had known I could go to the cafeteria, I wouldn't have bothered the nurse."
As he spoke, he looked at the empty IV rack and said, "I didn't have time to get the injection today. Now that my parents are here, I don't have to watch over the removal of the needle myself."
This is the eye drops.
Political Commissar Cheng and the senior leader glanced at Dean Wang scrutinizingly but said nothing.
This silence is more powerful than words. Dean Wang smiled bitterly. Who stuffed this person in?
It's too outrageous.
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