When she finished speaking, silence fell throughout the room.
Xie Wanying realized that she was like Dr. Song sometimes. She was too pragmatic and said everything without paying attention. In fact, this kind of person didn't care whether she was dead or alive. The other party did not seek medical treatment from their doctors. If she took the initiative to tell the other party, it might cause trouble for the doctor himself.
No wonder some clinical teachers simply don't speak from the beginning, for fear that they won't be able to stop once they start talking.
Do you regret it? Of course not. After all, you are a doctor. What matters most to a doctor is to talk about medicine. You should speak pragmatically. Whether the other party accepts it or not is up to the other party. The doctor just needs to have a clear conscience.
Besides, regardless of whether the other party hates her or not, speaking out is equivalent to clearing her of her professional ethical responsibilities as a doctor. She will not be accused of inaction when others find out about it later. She and Dr. Song insisted on speaking out, probably based on the pros and cons that their brains had subconsciously calculated.
Senior Brother Cao beside her gently pulled her back, probably because he was worried that she might get emotional. Most patients would have some emotional ups and downs when they were told.
It is right to keep an appropriate distance from the defense point, which is conducive to observing and adjusting the next strategy.
After a while, "Hahahaha" Li Yaohong suddenly laughed with her head back as they expected. She laughed so excitedly that her whole body trembled twice, as if she was electrocuted.
Fang Qinsu looked at his mother's face with surprised eyes.
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"Do you know what she is saying?" Her son was looking at her. Li Yaohong turned around and held her son's unburned hand and said, "She said you were sick and I was sick. Do you think she is crazy? I told you before that she is the daughter of a murderer. How can she be a doctor? She is talking nonsense."
His mother was spitting all over in front of him, like a TV host going crazy, and Fang Qinsu's eyes looked as if he was stunned.
Soon, Li Yaohong read the message from her son's strange eyes: her son felt like he was looking at aliens.
The roots of her hair stood up involuntarily.
The nurse standing opposite the bed persuaded her: "Can I take your blood pressure, ma'am? You probably have high blood pressure, your face is so red."
It is normal for people to blush when they are excited. But if the face keeps blushing, and it turns red all the way to the neck and ears, anyone except a doctor can tell that there is something wrong with the person.
Li Yaohong wiped the sweat on her forehead with her hand: "I don't have high blood pressure."
"Are you nervous now? Sit down first, I'll get you a blood pressure monitor." The nurse is well-trained and habitually takes out tools to measure when she sees a patient.
Li Yaohong's breath was short and he dared not shout anymore. He sat back in his chair obediently, proving that bad guys also valued their lives.
No matter how ferocious a tigress is, once she falls sick she will become a sick cat.
The nurse took out the blood pressure monitor, tied the cuff around her elbow, took the blood pressure, and reported to the doctor: "210 and 130, very high, Doctor Cao."
Li Yaohong thought she had misheard and asked the nurse, "What did you say my blood pressure was?"
People with high assets have some common sense knowledge about blood pressure.
"Your systolic blood pressure is 210, and your diastolic blood pressure is 130. These are far beyond the normal range. Don't you normally have high blood pressure? That's impossible. How could your blood pressure suddenly spike so high?" The nurse asked in confusion, "You really don't feel any discomfort normally?"
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