Doctor Cheng pointed to the picture on the TV and said, "This is his wound on the first day." The photos on it were displayed one by one. Because they needed to check the recovery of the wound, the daily records were very complete in addition to the text and the images.
On the fifth day, every time, the wound was red, swollen, festered, ulcerated, and infected, and the notes were written very clearly. The patient was allergic to the most effective medicine they had, so they changed to another medicine, and they changed several medicines in a row, but the effects were very poor.
There is no problem with the case, and there is no problem with Dr. Cheng's treatment. Everything is normal. The same treatment method would be used in any other hospital.
"This is the patient's skin condition on day twelve."
Doctor Cheng turned over another picture. It was still the same patient, and the injured area had not changed, but the skin ulcer had completely disappeared, and new skin and flesh seemed to be growing again.
"This is the sixteenth day." Doctor Cheng pressed the remote control again, and the photo turned to another page. Comparing the photos is the most intuitive. When the two photos are put together, the most subtle changes can be clearly seen.
For example, the recovery of the skin and the changes in the wound.
There were no new records until the 20th day. In the photos taken on the 20th day, a thin layer of skin could be seen on the burned skin, with no hyperplasia.
"Why is there no record of the seventh to eleventh day?"
A director flipped through the case record, which was very detailed and completely in accordance with the hospital's procedures.
But why are there so many days missing in the middle? Is it because there is no record or they forgot? How could their hospital make such a low-level mistake?
"Let me explain," Dr. Cheng stood up and explained the patient's original condition. "At the time, the patient was already on a ventilator, his vital signs were declining, and he was suffering from multi-organ failure. So, after consulting with multiple experts, they determined there was no hope of saving him."
"The patient's family finally decided to transfer the patient to Dr. Liu Jing's department. They wanted to use a method that Dr. Liu had devised. Of course, they would bear the consequences themselves. This was also signed by the patient's family."
"There are records in this hospital, you can check."
"I just didn't expect that a few days later, the patient would actually come back to life, and his condition is getting better day by day. The ventilator has been removed, and he is now conscious, and his body functions are gradually recovering."
"Did Doctor Liu treat it?"
Several hospital leaders, including the dean, were unable to digest for a moment the huge bombshell that Dr. Cheng had brought.
Isn’t Dr. Liu from the neurology department? How did he end up in the burn department now?
"Yes, that's Dr. Liu's method."
Dr. Cheng was sure of that, but of course he wasn't so shameless as to take credit for someone else's work.
"How did she cure it?"
A hospital leader stood up, his heart pounding. Was this a new type of treatment? If so, the burn department of their hospital would have to be expanded. Maybe they could apply to their higher authorities to expand the hospital site. In this way, they would be one step closer to being rated as a provincial central hospital.
“It’s a medicine.”
Dr. Cheng answered truthfully, "I heard that Dr. Liu made it according to an ancient recipe. Last time, when Dr. Liu was out, her husband was burned, so Dr. Liu made this medicine. She originally wanted to give it a try, and it turned out to be very effective."
"It's just that these drugs haven't been professionally evaluated, and Dr. Liu hadn't thought of using them. This time, we decided to give it a try, and the results were amazing."
"I've checked the ingredients in those ointments. The herbs inside have cooling, analgesic, and anti-inflammatory effects. They can be used on the burned skin. Once the medicinal properties are absorbed, they can be easily peeled off without sticking to the skin. For burn patients, they won't cause a second skin tear."
"The wisdom of our ancients is truly amazing."
Doctor Cheng couldn't help but sigh. Of course, there are some things that you can't refuse to accept. He is old and has always stuck to the rules. Although he is said to be steady, it is actually difficult for him to improve.
If there is a new treatment method, he is very willing to try it.
"Director, if this medicine is really effective, burn patients will be easier to treat in the future, and they can easily get through the infection period."
"That patient suffered burns over 50% of his body, but he's gradually recovering now, and the new skin has grown back very successfully."
The dean couldn't sit still at first, and walked out without waiting for Dr. Cheng to finish his words. The others looked at each other and stood up as well. They wanted to see if it was effective and as magical as Dr. Cheng said. They had to see it with their own eyes to believe it.
Inside the ward, Mr. Lei removed the ointment from his body. Now was the perfect time to give his skin some relief. The hospital gown he wore completely covered the scars, and he also had a pair of thin gloves on his hands.
Fortunately, he couldn't help but touch his old face again. This face was not burned, which was a blessing in disguise. Although he was so old, he couldn't be shameless.
He carefully rolled up his sleeves again. The wound on his arm was still a little shocking, but it was no longer ugly.
In fact, he still prefers to be covered in black mud. That way he can't see anything and he feels much better.
With a bang, the door of the ward opened, which scared Lei's father.
Then a bunch of doctors came over, one of them was the director of this hospital. Lei's father knew him. When Lei Hao was hospitalized, this director came no less than a dozen times. But recently, maybe he became smarter, so his hair was getting thinner and thinner.
Before he could even finish his sentence, the dean strode over and ripped the clothes off Mr. Lei's father with a loud ripping sound.
Father Lei...
I have seen people robbing women, but I have never seen anyone robbing a middle-aged man.
“Look!”
The dean pointed at the burns on Lei's father's body and said, "The skin is indeed growing back, and it's growing very well."
Several people who were older than Lei's father almost simultaneously leaned forward and commented on Lei's father's new skin.
Mr. Lei grabbed the clothes and wrapped himself tightly.
He doesn't sell meat.
"Don't be stingy, come and let us take another look."
As the dean said this, he was about to pull the other person's clothes again, which made Lei's father so anxious that his eyes turned red.
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