Is this the case? Wei Shangquan's brows were furrowed, and he suddenly turned his head and looked at Cao Zhao who was standing opposite the bed.
This incredible clinical teacher is becoming more and more confusing. I don't know what he is trying to do.
Cao Zhao seemed unaware of the gaze he was shooting at him. His dark eyes were filled with complete calmness as he scanned the child's electrocardiogram data on the instrument.
Almost no one at the scene had ever seen such a serious expression on his face, and everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.
There is probably not much time left for this child. Doctor Cheng Yuchen thought to himself, with an indescribably heavy expression on his face. In order to rush to save this child, he has not taken off his coat or put on a white coat. He is sweating all over his body and head, and can only wipe it off casually.
The nurse was busy giving the child injections of furosemide, morphine and other injections. Seeing this, Xie Wanying rushed over to help him inhale the medicine.
Seeing her appearance, Duan Sanbao also rushed over to help.
Dai Nanhui picked up the pen and assumed the usual posture of classmate Duan Sanbao, writing quickly on his notebook. He occasionally glanced at Cao Zhao, wondering when he would be as capable as this man.
Is he good? If he were good, he wouldn't be so sad looking at the child now, Cao Zhao thought to himself.
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The students didn't understand that this was the teacher trying to maintain his image when necessary. You know, if the attending doctor showed signs of depression, it would be like directly announcing that the child was about to die.
After fifteen minutes of emergency rescue, the child's breathing difficulty was slightly relieved, but his face was still pale and his fingernails were cyanotic.
When all the doctors saw this condition, they knew that there was no miracle medicine to save this child, so they used all the available medicines.
It's time to make up your mind. Cao Zhao suddenly turned around and walked out of the emergency room in a fluttering white coat.
Dai Nanhui immediately put away his notes and ran after his idol.
"Yingying." Holding the child's hand and not daring to let go, Wei Shangquan had to ask Xie to go out and help him see what was going on.
Xie Wanying nodded and went out.
Several people walked outside.
Zhu Xing's mother sat on a long bench outside, holding the cup of water given by the nurse, but she couldn't even drink a sip of water. Her heartbeat was beating in unison with her son's. If her son died, her heartbeat would probably stop too.
People outside don't know that she is a single mother. The child's father suddenly passed away a few years ago, leaving her alone to take care of the child. Unexpectedly, her son also fell seriously ill later. After taking care of the child for several years, she was almost completely exhausted mentally and physically.
Many times, she even thought, why not hold her son and die together. The child was tired from seeing the doctor before and didn't want to go back to the hospital, and she let him go for this reason. Cao Zhao could see the family's bad mental state, so he severely criticized and educated the parents last time, asking them to take the child back to the hospital for regular checkups. Because if things go wrong, one day he, as a doctor, will hear that the mother and son had an accident first.
Hearing the footsteps stopping in front of her, Zhu Xing's mother slowly raised her head and looked at the face of the attending doctor in front of her. Her mouth trembled and she couldn't utter a word. She didn't know what to ask.
What needs to be said must be said. Even if the child is going to die in the next moment, it must be said. This is the doctor's duty and responsibility.
Cao Zhao tried to communicate with the patient's family in a gentle and soothing tone: "Do you remember what I talked to you about privately last time?"
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