Zhou Ruomei and Ding Yuhai's decision was equivalent to cutting off an important way for her cousin to heal his injuries. Especially when Xie Wanying returned to her hometown and her body's physiological reactions gradually reminded her of everything about her hometown, she found that this problem became more prominent and shocking.
Another thing she is very familiar with about her hometown capital is: the climate.
The temperature in the provincial capital is higher than that in her hometown Songyuan all year round, and the air is hot and humid everywhere.
The temperature in the south is much higher than that in the north. The temperature in the capital is now in late autumn, and it can drop to 4 or 5 degrees in the early morning and at midnight. The coldest time in the south during the whole winter is just this temperature. The daytime temperature is now just over 20 degrees Celsius, and sometimes it gets hot like summer at noon.
This is why many southerners cannot adapt to the north. It is easy for northerners to adapt to the south, but it is too difficult for southerners to adapt to the north without good physical conditions. The worst thing is that the best medical resources in the country are in the north. This means that it is very disadvantageous for southern patients to go to the north for treatment in winter.
Xie Wanying's eyebrows were covered with an inevitable cloud of worry. It was true that she had almost forgotten these characteristics of her hometown after returning home for several years. It would be a little too late for her to remember all the memories of her body when she returned to her hometown.
Senior Brother Shen's skills must be better, and it would be better to send my cousin to Guozhi for treatment. However, if my cousin must go to the capital for treatment, I wonder if his body can survive in the north.
Therefore, local governance is the first choice.
Can we find a doctor at the Zhongshan Medical College Hospital to transfer my cousin to the hospital for treatment? Can we ask Senior Brother Shen to contact the doctor at the Zhongshan Medical College Hospital? Or can we contact Doctor Xu?
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The more Xie Wanying thought about it, the more she wanted to curse her second cousin Zhou Ruomei to death, just like her mother. If Ding Wenzhe had asked Xiao Shugang to go to the Affiliated Hospital of Zhongshan Medical College at the beginning, there would be no trouble.
How much hatred must he have in his heart to take advantage of the information gap inside and outside the industry to treat his own nephew like this.
She took a taxi to the Provincial People's Hospital. No phone calls came to disturb her along the way, which showed that Teacher Ren and her childhood friend had not yet told anyone else about it. Xie Wanying secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if Senior Brother Cao really called her suddenly to ask her, she might get choked up and not know where to start.
I got off the car, walked into the inpatient department, took the elevator without stopping to the inpatient ward of the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery II, and found bed 22.
Bed 22 and Bed 21 were in the same double room. Another patient was also post-operative and had recovered well. He was walking in the hospital corridor with a chest closed drainage bottle, waiting to be extubated and discharged.
In sharp contrast to his fellow patients, Xiao Shugang was half-lying on the bed like a paralyzed person.
Standing at the door of the ward and seeing the appearance of her cousin in the ward, Xie Wanying felt a pain in her heart.
Before the accident, Xiao Shugang had a good family and career, and he was as energetic as a young man in his twenties at the age of thirty. A car accident can turn a person into an old man who is about to enter a coffin in just ten days. Xiao Shugang's eyes were empty and lifeless.
Just like my cousin’s wife said, my eldest cousin seems to have something wrong with his brain.
In fact, the accurate term should be called post-traumatic stress disorder PTSD, which Senior Brother Cao mentioned.
With an oxygen tube in his nostrils, Xiao Shugang's breathing was a little short and he had difficulty eating.
Shang Siling looked tired as she fed her husband porridge with a spoon.
Being a family member and accompanying and taking care of patients every day is more tiring than working, and you have to be worried all day long.
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