The process shows how difficult this drainage is.
Huang Zhilei, who did not look back at Pan, was more aware of this. He saw beads of sweat on the forehead of junior sister Xie Wanying. The junior sister was not overexerting herself, because Yue Wentong was helping her hold the patient. The junior sister was using her brain to its full potential.
If Senior Brother Cao were here, he would probably worry again that Junior Sister was overexerting herself mentally.
Huang Zhilei thought about it, and followed Brother Cao’s example by patting Junior Sister on the back to relax her nerves.
When Xie Wanying felt Senior Brother Huang's hand patting her on the back, she didn't know what was wrong with her, and the image of Senior Brother Cao appeared in her mind.
"Don't stop, don't stop, keep pulling." Li Guoxin and Director Zheng kept shouting to student Pan who was pulling the drainage tube.
Pan Shihua was shocked: What does that mean? Didn’t the teachers always tell them to be cautious?
Seeing that his hand was about to stop, Li Guoxin hurriedly grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to pull the drainage tube again.
Several students were frightened by the professor's "violent" action. Xie Wanying and the others had to think that their so-called "rude" actions were nothing compared to the teacher's.
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While the teacher was doing this, Xie Wanying clenched her fist and pressed it against the patient's back. The long "dirty stuff" at the back swished out of the patient's abdominal cavity, indicating that the head of the rubber tube was finally at the key position for drainage.
The culprit in the patient's body came out.
All of them turned their eyes to her because her previous move was so conspicuous.
The other students who did not have the experience of the teachers finally realized who was the most powerful here: the real master was hiding behind the scenes.
Cough. The patient coughed twice in his throat, as if to indicate that he could breathe.
"Do you feel better?" Director Zheng patted the patient's shoulder and said in a comforting and encouraging tone, "Be strong, young man. You'll be well soon and everything will pass. That's it for tonight. I'll see if I need to flush your tube again tomorrow. As long as all the pus inside drains out, your fever will go away. If you don't have a fever, you'll get better slowly. The most important thing about your illness is that you don't get infected again."
Standing outside the door, Chen Chengran's mother seemed to have heard what the doctor said in the ward, and tears started to fall. This time, her sobbing did not reveal despair, but she realized from the doctor's words that her son was saved.
Chen Chengran's father, a man like him, looked up at the ceiling and shed tears: It was so difficult for his son to be saved.
We need to thank the doctors, especially the two young doctors.
The drainage material must be sent for testing immediately. The old doctor uses his experience in judging the drainage material with the naked eye to adjust the patient's medication plan.
The director and the professor went out to talk to the family. Dr. Jiang went to write medical advice. All the people who were watching left. Huang Zhilei, the chief resident, went out to answer the phone. Only Xie Wanying and the other three students were left in the ward.
The three people looked at the patient quietly.
Chen Chengran's breathing became more and more stable, and the ECG monitor showed that his heart rate had dropped to a relatively stable 70-plus beats per minute. His body temperature was dropping, and everything was getting better.
"He will get better." Xie Wanying said softly to Pan.
"Thank you, Yingying." Pan Shihua responded, his face slightly pale and his expression gloomy. It was obvious that he was happy that his classmate was rescued, but at the same time he was not very happy.
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