Chapter 132: Protect the elder and the younger?
"The provincial hospital."
Tang Renyi patiently explained, "No matter where you go, pregnant women cannot take medication, so why go through all this trouble?"
"What Comrade Shen needs now is rest and recuperation; he'll be fine once this ordeal is over."
Song Juan raised her round, almond-shaped eyes and asked earnestly, "Are you sure she can pull through? Are you sure when she'll get better?"
Tang Renyi choked, he really didn't know.
He had only intended to comfort Song Juan, but she left him speechless with her question.
“The long journey did her no good at all.”
Tang Renyi wasn't angry when she retorted; instead, he patiently explained to her.
“When a pregnant woman gets sick, she relies entirely on her own immune system to fight off the virus. No matter which hospital it is, they will treat her the same way I do.”
Song Juan lowered her head in thought, and after a while, she raised her head with a firm look in her eyes, as if she had made a decision.
"Dr. Tang, tell me, is my sister-in-law more important, or the baby in her belly?"
"This..." Tang Renyi was stumped once again: "They are all equally important."
Song Juan shook her head: "No, my sister-in-law is more important. I can get pregnant again. If the mother dies, the child won't survive either."
“But…” Tang Renyi hesitated, “But your brother is injured… I’m afraid he won’t be able to get pregnant in the future.”
“My brother was paralyzed before, but now he can run and jump. His injury has probably healed a long time ago.”
Song Juan cried, "Dr. Tang, I beg you, please save my sister-in-law."
Tang Renyi was exasperated: "Comrade Song, even if we're going to sacrifice the greater good for the lesser one, we need both your brother and sister-in-law's consent."
Song Juan understood; she couldn't make the decision herself.
But some, still unwilling to give up, asked, "What about transferring to another hospital? Can I make that decision?"
"This also requires the patient's consent, or the consent of a close relative."
Song Juan pointed to herself: "So, can I?"
Shen Wanjun is her sister-in-law; that's a close relationship, isn't it?
Tang Renyi really didn't want to discourage her, but he had no choice but to tell the truth: "You can't."
"Besides your brother, Comrade Shen's close relatives include her parents, her in-laws, and so on."
Song Juan really doesn't qualify.
Zhong Ming and Wang Fang are both bad people, and Shen Wanjun rarely mentions them.
Song Juan thought of her parents and sighed; they weren't doing much better.
After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "What if the patient agrees to be transferred to another hospital, or to save the baby's life?"
Tang Renyi: "That's possible, but transferring to another hospital requires an application, and the process will take a few days."
"Even with medication, it may not be possible to cure it."
He's already past the optimal treatment period; if he had started medication decisively from the beginning, he would have been absolutely confident.
"That's better than doing nothing and just waiting to die."
Song Juan left without looking back after saying those words.
That evening, after writing the consent forms for the transfer to another hospital and medication, Song Juan secretly went to find Shen Wanjun.
"Comrade Dang, Comrade Feng, you should go back first. I'll take care of things here."
Dang Xianghong yawned and comforted her, "Juan, don't worry too much, my little sister will definitely pull through."
For some reason, she inexplicably believed this.
Feng Xiang, holding the sleeping baby, handed Song Juan a towel.
"If Comrade Shen sweats, remember to wipe her down."
The dampness makes it uncomfortable to sleep in and is not conducive to the patient's recovery.
Song Juan nodded, watched the two leave, and then quickly closed the door.
Shen Wanjun's originally rosy and delicate lips were now pale and cracked.
Song Juan tried to feed her water, but she couldn't get it in at all.
The only thing I could do was wipe the sweat from her forehead with a towel.
Suddenly, her hand was grabbed. Song Juan was startled and saw that Shen Wanjun had opened her eyes.
She exclaimed with delight, "Sister-in-law, you're awake? How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
Shen Wanjun lifted her heavy eyelids, took her hand and said, "Go save your brother quickly, they... are in danger."
"My brother? Didn't my brother go back to his hometown?"
Shen Wanjun shook her head with difficulty: "No."
"No? Where did he go?" Song Juan asked anxiously. "Who...who are they?"
Her intuition told her that Shen Wanjun wasn't talking nonsense.
Shen Wanjun slowly released Song Juan's hand and fell into a coma once again.
Song Juan called out for a long time, but Shen Wanjun did not respond at all.
She took out the transfer and medication consent forms and quietly reached out to hold her hand.
Just then, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.
Song Juan was so frightened that her hair stood on end, and she hurriedly hid the documents in her bosom.
Turning her head, she saw Grandma Tie looking at her. She nervously explained, "Grandma Tie, I...I'm..."
Grandma Tie sat down next to Shen Wanjun, leaning on her cane, and said calmly, "I know you're busy taking care of your sister-in-law."
Grandma Tie didn't suspect anything, and Song Juan silently breathed a sigh of relief.
"Grandma Tie, it's so late, you should go home first. I'll take care of things here."
Grandma Tie seemed not to understand her words and took out a silver needle from her bag.
"What...what are you going to do?"
"Save her," Grandma Tie said succinctly.
Seeing that Song Juan was still in a daze, he handed her the silver needles and said, "Prick the philtrum three times, and use force."
Song Juan asked in shock, "You...were you a doctor before? Or a sanitation worker?"
Everyone in the compound only knew about Grandma Tie's heroic deeds of continuing to fight even after being grazed on the scalp by a bullet.
Seeing her confidence, Song Juan assumed she was hiding her true abilities.
Grandma Tie shook her head: "No."
“Then…” Song Juan frowned, “How can you just stick needles in randomly?”
Song Juan had just attended a three-day acupuncture class, which consisted entirely of theoretical knowledge.
She knew a little about fur and dared not let anyone puncture it, but Grandma Tie knew nothing about it, yet she immediately asked her to puncture her philtrum.
If Song Juan hadn't known she was the heroine's grandmother, she would have suspected she was a special agent—with impure motives, trying to harm Shen Wanjun.
Grandma Tie looked completely innocent. "That's why I let you do the injection. You're a medic, and you're injecting your sister-in-law. It's not like you're injecting her randomly."
Song Juan: ...
"I'm still an intern, I haven't pricked anyone before," Song Juan said, hesitant.
"Everything has to be done the first time," Grandma Tie encouraged her.
Song Juan looked at the silver needle in her hand; it was long and thick, and if she used it, she would surely pierce someone's heart.
"No matter who it is, we can't just stick needles indiscriminately. We have to listen to Dean Tang."
Grandma Tie retorted, "Listen to him, and let Comrade Shen wait to die?"
Song Juan didn't know what to say for a moment. She also felt that it was useless for Shen Wanjun to stay here, as it would only delay her treatment.
Seeing that her anxious little face was yellow, Grandma Tie finally agreed to explain a little.
"I've killed a lot of people on the battlefield before."
A look of surprise flashed in Song Juan's eyes. Sure enough, Grandma Tie was no ordinary person.
"Then what?"
"And then?" Grandma Tie thought for a moment and said, "Five died and six survived, so the odds of winning are very high."
Song Juan: ...
Uh, you call this a high chance of winning?!
"The five who died were missing limbs, and the bleeding wouldn't stop..."
"Sigh, we've gone off on a tangent. Hurry up and try it, even if it's a last resort."
Song Juan really didn't want to take action, and she didn't want to try anything desperate, since her sister-in-law wasn't dead.
"You little rascal, you're driving me crazy!"
Grandma Tie snatched the silver needles and saw that Shen Wanjun's face was pale and her breath was getting weaker and weaker.
Without saying a word, he pricked her philtrum and squeezed out a lot of thick, dark blood.
Shen Wanjun's brows furrowed in pain, and she weakly reached out and grabbed at the air.
Song Juan exclaimed in surprise, "Sister-in-law? Sister-in-law, you're awake?"
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