Why did Senior Brother Tao suddenly stop talking on the phone? Xie Wanying wondered.
"Yingying, are you tired?"
Senior Brother Tao finally spoke, his voice sounded gentle, there was nothing wrong. Xie Wanying continued to answer: "Teacher Qiu is with me to take care of the child."
"I told them to get as much sleep as possible," Tao Zhijie said, "because it will be very tiring for you to have surgery tonight."
"Everyone is having a hard time, and there are more than one injured person," said Xie Wanying.
"They didn't perform surgery. Those who perform surgery are the most tired. So Professor Nie is also very tired."
"yes."
"If there's nothing else, Dr. He will accompany Professor Nie tomorrow. You and Professor Nie should take some rest. I've spoken to the dean on the phone. Based on what happened to you tonight, you will definitely not be able to give health lectures tomorrow. I'll ask you to return to the hospital first. Dr. Song and I will take a plane back to the hospital tomorrow morning, and we'll meet there then."
"I understand, Brother Tao."
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The junior sister didn't seem to understand the other meaning in his words. When Tao Zhijie hung up the phone, he thought, this problem of being stubborn is so helpless, no wonder his junior brother in neurosurgery couldn't do anything. He asked her to sit with Nie Jiamin that day because Dean Wu was watching his every move. In fact, he asked him to hand over the talents he trained to other departments for nothing. How could it be possible?
After answering the phone, Xie Wanying returned to the ward and was sent to sleep by Qiu Ruiyun.
I was tired, but I couldn't sleep well because I was worried.
Around five or six in the morning, in the emergency room of the county hospital.
Dahui's wife was holding her son to see a doctor, with Dahui standing behind her.
"How did your child fall like this?" The emergency room doctor checked the abrasions on the child's body and asked about the fall during routine questioning.
Dahui's wife certainly didn't dare to say in front of her husband that she didn't take good care of the child and let him fall when climbing high. She asked the doctor: "When will my son's injury heal?"
"It definitely takes time for an injury to heal. Even if it's just a scratch."
"Will it leave scars?"
"Whether or not there will be scars depends on how the wound heals. There are some deeper wounds. In short, go get some medicine and don't scratch the wounds to avoid infection. Didn't you send the child to the hospital immediately last night?" Seeing that the family was quite nervous, the emergency room doctor casually asked the reason.
Dahui's wife quickly seized on the other party's words and pointed her shield at the doctor last night: "The ambulance didn't take us. The doctor said my son's condition was not serious. We waited for a long time before another car came!"
After hearing what she said, the emergency doctor realized that this was a special case and said to her: "There is a reason for that."
"What's the reason?"
"Maybe the patient they pulled was a critically ill patient."
Dahui's wife yelled, "What if my son gets scars and becomes ugly in the future? Will you be responsible?"
Whether or not scars are left and the condition of the wounds at the time of injury are related to the individual's physical condition. The main purpose of sending the patient to the hospital is to deal with infection and blood loss. The doctor gave you disinfectant early in the morning, but you refused it. If you don't want scars, you might as well take good care of your child on weekdays. However, the emergency doctor didn't dare to say this to the family of the patient. It was obvious that the family just wanted to find someone to blame and clear themselves of the responsibility of not taking good care of the child. The doctor could only hold his head to save his life and urged her: "Go get the medicine."
Dahui's wife walked outside with her son in her arms and said to her husband, "Did you hear what the doctor said? He said we should have been taken to the hospital right away last night."
Dahui grabbed his head tightly with both hands.
"It's all that female doctor's fault." Dahui's wife sat down on the bench and said with gritted teeth, "I don't know how much money she received from the Wengui family to put their child on the ambulance. She treated our son like this."
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