Chapter 30 Convulsions
The conductor looked at Yun Qiao's youthful and unclouded face and hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should let her pass and take the risk.
He chose to speak the truth: "Comrade, the child's condition is very serious and he's already lost consciousness. Logically, I shouldn't have considered so much at this time. I should have asked you to go and see the child. However, you're not a formal doctor, and I'm worried you can't afford the corresponding responsibility and cost. If there are serious consequences—it won't be good for you."
Yun Qiao knew that the conductor had good intentions for him and was afraid that he would make a wrong move and ruin his future, which would be too late for regret in the future.
But Yun Qiao had already seen the little girl's appearance through the gap in the crowd.
He looked about two or three years old, with his eyes tightly closed, his face flushed from fever, and his consciousness blurred.
The situation is indeed not optimistic and there is no time to waste.
She had also been a mother before, and she couldn't bear to see another mother crying in despair and helplessness while holding her child.
"Thank you for your kindness, comrade. I have thought it through. I can bear any consequences."
When the child's mother heard Yun Qiao's voice, she seemed to have grasped the only life-saving straw: "Let her save him! Please let her come! It doesn't matter if she is not a formal doctor, as long as she knows medical skills."
She held the little girl in her arms and struggled to her feet. "My daughter's condition doesn't allow for any further delay. Please let her come over and see me. I can accept any outcome. It doesn't matter if I can't see her well. I promise I won't cheat anyone and won't disappoint any kind person! I take responsibility for what I said, and everyone here can vouch for her."
Yun Qiao: "Comrade, let me pass."
Yun Qiao and the little girl's mother were firm and consistent in their attitudes. The conductor was moved and finally made way for them.
Yun Qiao immediately passed through the passage he had made and walked quickly to the front of the little girl.
The woman's eyes were filled with tears and her face showed a pleading look: "Comrade, please save her."
"I'll do my best."
Yun Qiao half-knelt on one knee in front of the two of them and began to check the little girl's condition.
First, he raised his hand and touched the little girl's forehead. The hot temperature made her fingers tremble. Then he lifted the little girl's eyelids, but her eyes rolled up and she refused to cooperate.
And at this moment, her hands and feet suddenly began to move randomly, her hands raised as if to grab something, her neck was stiff, her limbs were stiff, and her teeth were clenched tightly.
Yun Qiao glanced at her lips, which were purple and blue, with traces of foaming at the mouth. Her breathing was also very rapid, and there seemed to be phlegm in her throat.
Yun Qiao quickly made a judgment: "This is a typical pediatric febrile convulsion. The fever has probably reached 39 to 40 degrees Celsius. It must be brought down immediately."
Train attendant: "There's no fever-reducing medicine for children on the train. What should we do?"
The little girl's mother also cried and said, "I fed her half a tablet of Analgin half an hour ago, but it didn't work. The temperature didn't go down."
Yun Qiao asked the conductor, "Where is the next stop? When does it arrive?"
The conductor glanced down at his watch and said, "It's 7:16 now. We just passed Shanhaiguan. The next stop is Jinzhou. If the train isn't delayed, it'll be at least another three hours."
Yun Qiao's tone was solemn as he shook his head and said, "Three hours is too long. It's too late. If a child's high fever convulsion is delayed for too long, it can easily cause respiratory and cardiac arrest."
The little girl's mother gasped for breath, her eyes were spinning, and she almost fainted. Fortunately, the conductor behind her supported her in time, otherwise she would have fallen with the child in her arms.
She suddenly raised her hand and tightly grasped Yun Qiao's wrist, tears pouring down like a flood, begging, "Comrade, please think of a way, think of a way. She is only two and a half years old and has never seen her father..."
"Please, her father is a soldier guarding the border. He hasn't been home for three years. He finally got promoted to deputy battalion commander and applied for a chance for my mother and me to accompany the army... Please save her, please save her..."
Yun Qiao felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into tears.
She fought back the tears in her eyes and soothed her softly, "Okay, I'll save her. You release my wrist first."
"Yeah, yeah." The little girl's mother quickly let go of Yun Qiao's wrist and murmured, "I'll let go, I'll let go."
Yun Qiao turned to look at the conductor behind him, "Is there a needle on the train?"
The conductor hurriedly wiped away the tears from his eyes and asked, "What kind of needle?"
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