As soon as Zhao Yu helped Fang Jing into the emergency room, he attracted the attention of all the medical staff on night shift.
Everyone tacitly slowed down their movements and glanced at the two people who were walking slowly in.
The two seemed unaware of the people around them. Zhao Yu helped Fang Jing go to the emergency room.
The emergency room only has two outpatient clinics, one for emergency internal medicine and one for emergency surgery.
After the outpatient doctor examines the patient, if further treatment is required, the patient will be taken to the emergency room.
"Doctor, isn't he an internist?"
Zhao Yu helped Fang Jing into the emergency department, and found that the doctor was not available, so he stood at the door and called out loudly.
Ruan Tang was secretly looking up at the backs of the two people.
Fang Jingwei leaned half of her body on Zhao Yuwei's arms. This highly dependent action clearly showed that the two had a close relationship.
Suddenly hearing Zhao Yu shout, Ruan Tang subconsciously picked up the phone, "Here it comes——"
Oh, she wants to have the first bite of the melon, why can't she control her mouth!
Huang Fei pulled Ruan Tang's sleeve and said, "He's an internal medicine doctor. Why are you, a surgeon, getting involved?"
Zhao Yu looked over when he heard the voice. He didn't expect Ruan Tang to be on duty in the emergency room. "Director Ruan, we are seeing an internal medicine doctor."
Ruan Tang straightened his coat, reminding himself that he was a doctor who saved lives.
"I've been following my teacher's internal medicine practice lately, so treating minor illnesses and pains is no problem."
As Ruan Tang was speaking, she had already walked into the emergency department and asked Fang Jing what was wrong.
Fang Jing was a little scared when she saw Ruan Tang, and she didn't dare to question how Ruan Tang, a surgeon, could treat her.
Ever since her husband Zhao Jiahou and her mother-in-law disappeared, Fang Jing has been living in fear of being liquidated by the organization.
"I have a little pain in my stomach."
Fang Jing paused and continued, "The day before yesterday, my period just ended, and then it came back again. My stomach hurt so much that moment."
Ruan Tang's hands tightened as she wrote the medical record. "Tell me more."
"Ah? Do you want to explain in detail?"
Ruan Tang didn't even raise her head: "Is it inconvenient to talk about it? Then please ask the gentleman to leave and close the door."
Zhao Yu refused to leave, "Jingzi, can you do it alone?"
Fang Jing nodded, "Uncle Zhao, please go out. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore."
Ruan Tang lowered her head and raised her eyebrows wildly.
Jingzi, Uncle Zhao...this completely ignores Zhao Jiahou.
Oh my god, she had already begun to suspect that the call of "Uncle Zhao" was meant for her to hear, making it clear that the two of them were now a single man and woman bravely pursuing love.
The door is closed.
Fang Jing then spoke in detail, "The last time, it was about half a month late. Since my period is not regular, I didn't mind it. The last time the amount was particularly small..."
After listening to this, Ruan Tang suddenly remembered that she had heard Fang Jing vomiting earlier, and she had a bad guess in her mind.
"Have you shared a room recently?"
Fang Jing shook her head in panic.
Ruan Tang automatically blocked Fang Jing's words and shook her head. "You're a doctor, too. You should know that bleeding is possible in early pregnancy. You're also an older mother. It's very likely that you could accidentally experience a threatened miscarriage due to external force."
Fang Jing bit her lip and denied it. "I divorced a long time ago, how could I be pregnant? Dean Ruan, how about you find another internist to examine me?"
Ruan Tang wrote out a blood test order and said, "Go get it checked first. The results won't be out so soon. I'll have the nurse go to the inpatient department and call the head of internal medicine."
Fang Jing took the checklist, and Ruan Tang asked someone to call the head of the internal medicine department as promised.
Zhao Yu looked at the checklist in Fang Jing's hand, and without saying a word, he helped the resisting Fang Jing to the window.
"You are also a doctor, so you can't be afraid to seek medical treatment."
"Just draw some blood. Tomorrow morning I'll go to the market and queue up to buy some pig blood to replenish your energy and blood."
These days, doctors only prescribe blood tests and ultrasounds for complicated illnesses. For minor ailments, doctors rely on their experience. Otherwise, patients would have to spend a fortune on a multitude of tests, and the frustration of the money could lead to complaints.
Therefore, Zhao Yu was sure that Dean Ruan must have written such a careful examination order because Fang Jing was a provincial doctor.
A colleague from the laboratory took Fang Jing's blood and said, "The results won't be out until tomorrow."
Fang Jing thanked her colleagues and just returned to the emergency department, where she saw the heads of obstetrics and gynecology and internal medicine had arrived.
The eyes of the medical staff in the emergency department were as bright as searchlights, scanning Fang Jing's stomach back and forth.
After some consultation, they both felt that threatened miscarriage was more likely.
However, considering that Fang Jing was divorced and unmarried, the two of them cautiously called the head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department who was sleeping at home.
Fang Jing lay on the emergency bed, letting her enthusiastic colleagues fiddle with her.
There was only one thought in my mind: now, no matter whether I was pregnant or not, everyone in the hospital knew about it.
After carefully feeling the pulse, the Chinese medicine doctor nodded. "It's a slippery pulse."
Zhao Yu's face was full of joy, he rubbed his hands to express his apologies for disturbing the head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department's rest, and acted like a serious man.
The obstetrician and gynecologist gave Fang Jing an injection to maintain pregnancy and took her to the emergency room to rest.
In the late night, Ji Nanfeng came to the hospital carrying the baby.
The kid's eyes were rolling around, and I didn't know what he was looking at.
When the little guy fell into Ruan Tang's arms, he smelled the familiar scent of her body and started flapping his legs violently.
Ruan Tang fed the baby, watched the baby sleeping in the vegetable basket, and praised Ji Nanfeng, the father, for his good brain.
I don't know where Ji Nanfeng got such a big vegetable basket from, it was more than enough for the kid to lie in. When he walked over, he was covered with a small quilt, which Ji Nanfeng had cut in the middle to fit the basket handle.
Looking at the twisted patchwork in the middle of the quilt, you can tell without asking that it was Ji Nanfeng who sewed it himself.
Ruan Tang praised, "I learned sewing skills during pregnancy, and now I can finally use them?"
"You can do it, come?"
Humph, do you think he can't hear the sarcasm?
Ruan Tang suddenly shut up.
"Are there any difficult patients today? Why are there so many people in the emergency room?"
As soon as Ji Nanfeng entered the emergency room, he found something wrong. Medical staff were busy working in groups of three or four.
"It's not that difficult. I'm just worried about misdiagnosis, so I've asked doctors from various specialties to come and see if they can help."
Ruan Tang was inexplicably reminded of Zhao Yu calling Fang Jingzi that cheesy, "Jingzi."
cough.
I'm just sitting around anyway.
"Ji Nanfeng, would you please try calling me Tangzi?"
Ji Nanfeng didn't understand why, but he did as he was told: "Tangzi~"
Ruan Tang turned her lips away in disdain. It was not pleasant to listen to. "Change it."
Ji Nanfeng thought about it, if it doesn’t include Tangzi, then what can he exchange it for?
"Ruan Zi~"
"Ahem! Stop! Stop shouting."
Ruan Zi's cry was like a sperm calling an egg.
"If I tell you to scream, just scream. Why are you screaming like you're in heat?"
Ji Nanfeng cried out in injustice. What had happened to an obedient man like him? Was his voice also his fault?
Alas, free food is not tasty.
Ji Nanfeng kissed his throat and called out seriously, "Baozi——"
Outside the door.
Huang Fei and Mr. Ren from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine were about to knock on the door.
Then I heard a deep male voice from inside the door, calling out "Baozi".
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