Women's immunity decreases during and before and after menstruation, and some women are prone to urinary tract infections. If there are signs of infection before surgery, coupled with blood loss and surgery, the immunity will further decrease, causing the body temperature to rise?
"Is her period coming?" Zhu Huicang immediately turned around and asked.
When the other doctors heard him say this, they all turned around. They were all male doctors, so it was easy for them to overlook the fact that women have menstruation. Not only that, doctors usually had more imagination when they mentioned this question, and would continue to ask: "Does she have a boyfriend?"
I'm afraid that the female patient might hide the fact that she has a boyfriend and accidentally gets pregnant, which would be troublesome.
"She didn't." Liu Jingyun could guarantee this to Second Junior Sister.
He Xiangyu nodded to the senior sister's words: "Senior sister has it, but I don't."
Senior and junior sisters reveal each other, right? A group of medical seniors looked at the two of them, and suddenly their eyes fell on the only one of the three who didn't answer: "Does she have it?"
Being dragged into this by her two senior sisters, Xie Wanying was stunned: How could she have it? She didn't have it before she was reborn.
"She didn't." Zhu Huicang rushed to answer for her. What if she did? What about his old classmate Cao Yong?
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Now, a group of colleagues surrounded him and made fun of him:
"Do you pay attention to whether she has a boyfriend or not? Do you know if she has one?"
"Hey, don't you have a wife?"
"Should we tell your wife that you're paying attention to other girls?"
What is there to be afraid of? His wife also knows who Cao Yong is pursuing. Zhu Huicang remained silent and pretended to be stupid, and continued to keep the secret from his old classmate.
"It seems like you have some secrets to hide?" Fu Xinheng saw the clues on his face, realized something, and pointed it out.
If this robot knew about this, something might go wrong. Zhu Huicang quickly stepped forward: "No, no. Where does the secret come from? Isn't she from the eighth grade class? She is my junior sister. I have more contact with her, so I know she doesn't have it." After walking a few steps, he turned back and reminded Zhou Junpeng: "Let's do a urine test on her."
"It seems the urine was sent for examination this morning." The head nurse reminded the doctors, "There are routine medical instructions for postoperative procedures."
"Didn't he come back?" Fu Xinheng asked.
Zhou Junpeng called the laboratory to ask if there were any results out.
Because the doctor's order is not for an urgent test, if I send it for testing, it will probably take until the next day for the test report to be issued and sent back to the department.
At the same time, the patient was sent for CT scan as originally planned to rule out other problems.
Not surprisingly, Xie Wanying and Liu Jingyun were driven away by Senior Zhou.
"You guys get out of here. Given her condition, come back to see her in a week." Zhou Junpeng ordered them both rudely.
"Brother, if you have any problem, please give us a call." Liu Jingyun made a request.
Zhou Junpeng didn't bother to pay attention to her and directly retorted: "What's the matter?" Then he went back to the office to work.
To put it bluntly, what are you here for? If the patient is in trouble, there are seniors here busy rescuing him, what can you do?
Liu Jingyun was helpless. She hung her head and left the ward and the cardiothoracic surgery department with her junior sister.
After walking for a while, Liu Jingyun felt really depressed and said, "This person in the cardiothoracic surgery department has a really bad temper."
"Aren't they said that people in General Surgery Class 2 have the worst tempers?" Xie Wanying remembered very clearly what her senior sisters said.
"Yingying, I admire you so much for being able to get along with your teacher Tan." Liu Jingyun almost trembled when she thought of Tan Kelin's scary eyes.
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