Jiang Li didn't want to eat here. She wanted to go back after taking her medicine. She only came here today to apologize.
But given her physical condition, how could Ding Qiunan let her go? If something happened on the way back, it would be the one feeling guilty.
Although Ding Qiunan hated her brother Jiang Cheng, she did not take her anger out on the pitiful woman by forcibly keeping Jiang Li.
"Jiang Li, where's the child?" Li Chu only realized she hadn't seen her daughter when they started eating.
“I sent my child to the factory’s daycare.”
"Li Chu, let's go visit Jiang Li after get off work this afternoon," Ding Qiunan suddenly said.
"Uh..." Li Chu was a little confused, wondering what was going on, but he quickly agreed, "Oh, sure, sure."
"Qiu Nan, you really don't need to run back and forth, I'm fine now."
"It's alright, just consider it as me getting familiar with the place." Ding Qiunan looked up and smiled at Jiang Li.
Li Chu ate his meal slowly, glancing at the two people out of the corner of his eye, wondering what had happened while he was away.
After finishing his meal, Li Chu took his lunchbox outside to wash it, and then went to the nephrology department, leaving the examination room to the two women.
Li Chu spent the entire afternoon in the nephrology ward.
Previously, he only came to confirm the patient's treatment plan or prescribe medication, without observing the patient closely. This afternoon, since he had nothing else to do, Li Chu casually wandered around the ward.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered quite a few problems, and they were all significant.
Nowadays, hospitals use glass syringes and steel needles for intramuscular injections, which are not disposable.
After using the syringe, rinse it with a little saline solution before using it on the next patient.
But why is the needle only disinfected with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol before being used on the next patient? Why not sterilize it with high temperature and high pressure?
The cotton swab can only be used to wipe the outside of the needle, and the inside doesn't need to be disinfected?
If the previous patient had an infectious disease, would it be transmitted through blood?
Li Chu was now filled with questions.
He had never actually watched a nurse give a patient an injection before.
He then observed more closely, and even went to check out the wards in other departments, and found that it seemed to be the same everywhere.
After returning to the nephrology department, he went to the nurses' station to review the disinfection procedures and precautions.
Only then did I realize that the rules were correct. The requirement was that each needle could only be used on one patient, and after use, it should be stored separately. In the afternoon, it would be sent to the sterilization supply room along with other medical devices. The staff there would sterilize these medical devices and then send them back to the respective departments the next day.
In practice, many nurses find it troublesome. Sometimes there are too many patients and not enough needles, and they are too lazy to go to the supply room to get more, so they just wipe them with an alcohol swab and continue using them.
Another issue was handwashing. He noticed that neither doctors nor nurses seemed to wash their hands very often. No matter what they had just finished doing, if a patient called, they would just wipe their hands casually on their white coats and go over to give the patient an injection, remove the needle, or treat the wound. Li Chu was terrified watching this.
As for wearing masks, nowadays, except when performing surgery, doctors and nurses in the hospital basically don't wear them, including him.
Wearing masks these days is too cumbersome. One side is hung around the neck, and the other side is tied to the head. Plus, the masks are so thick that they feel very uncomfortable to wear.
After understanding everything, Li Chu realized that the problem was extremely serious.
Cross-infection and nosocomial infection could break out at any time. The reason we are safe now is just good luck. But you can't keep gambling on luck. Medical technology is not advanced enough, and many infectious diseases can be fatal.
Li Chu slowly exhaled and sat in the doctor's office, deep in thought.
He believed that this kind of thing wasn't unique to their hospital; it was probably the same in hospitals all over the country.
Their hospital management is quite strict; that's how it is in all hospitals. In some smaller, less developed areas, who knows how chaotic it might be.
This matter must be reported, but to whom should it be reported—to the hospital or directly to the ministry?
After thinking it over, Li Chu decided to report it to the hospital so that the hospital could report it to the ministry on his behalf, which would be better for the hospital as well.
Or, to put it another way, be nice to Dean Yang, and considering how good he's been to you, give him a political achievement.
Having made up his mind, Li Chu prepared to go back and write a report.
Since you've decided to report to your superiors, you must be more formal, as verbal reports are sometimes easily overlooked by them.
Sigh, there's never a moment's rest!
Li Chu stayed in the inpatient department until almost the end of her shift before returning to her clinic.
Ding Qiunan and Jiang Li were already chatting and laughing.
Friendships between women are really strange.
Seeing that he had returned, Ding Qiunan prepared to go back to the pharmacy to pack her things.
Li Chu hurriedly stopped his wife and ran over to help her take it; he really didn't want to be alone with Jiang Li.
Sitting in her chair, watching her husband walk out of the consultation room, Ding Qiunan's lips curled into a slight smile.
Very good, she was very satisfied with how Li Chu handled things today.
Knowing he wanted to avoid suspicion, he called her over immediately in the morning, giving her a sense of security.
With a husband like this, what more could a woman ask for?
After get off work, Li Chu got his food at the cafeteria, and the three of them took the bus together. They first went to the knitting factory to pick up Jiang Li's daughter, and then they went to her house together.
Her daughter has a good memory; even after not seeing him for a long time, she still remembered Li Chu and called him "little uncle" as soon as they met.
Li Chu carried her the whole way. When he first picked her up, he wondered if he had remembered the child's age wrong. This was no six-year-old; she didn't even feel as heavy as his two-year-old.
Holding the little girl, Li Chu felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
Looking at the cramped alley and the haphazardly built houses in front of her, Ding Qiunan never expected that Jiang Li would live in such a place.
Carefully stepping aside from a pile of firewood and then stepping over a pile of rubble, Ding Qiunan suddenly felt a little lost. Was this still in the capital?
As Jiang Li walked, she greeted her neighbors in the alley.
These people looked at Li Chu and Ding Qiunan with curiosity; this was how it was when strangers came into the alley.
After finally arriving at Jiang Li's house, Ding Qiunan couldn't imagine how they had lived there before.
If it were a couple, it would be fine, but they are siblings, so this is really inconvenient.
Once inside, Jiang Li turned on the stove, took the lunchbox from Li Chu, and began heating up the food.
"Jiang Li, did you go see your brother last night?" Li Chu asked after thinking for a moment.
Jiang Li paused noticeably as she picked up some food, then shook her head and said, "No, last night when I went there, I only saw my brother's group leader and Director Liu."
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