Chapter 142 Difficult Patient Family
Seeing that Su Qingyan's breathing gradually stabilized and she slowly fell asleep, Zhou Cheng forced himself to stay awake, resisting the drowsiness, and got up from the bed and walked towards the ward door.
But after taking only a few steps, he was stopped by the pain that screamed all over his body. He finally gave up and sat in the wheelchair next to him.
"Hey? Mr. Zhou, why are you out?" The person guarding the door was very surprised to see Zhou Cheng coming out in a wheelchair, and quickly sent someone to call a doctor.
Seeing the doctor rushing back was exactly what he wanted.
"How is Su Qingyan's condition now? What is the current diagnosis? Has the cause of the upper gastrointestinal bleeding been determined?"
Zhou Cheng knew that even if he asked Su Qingyan these questions, he wouldn't know the answer himself, and he might even hide something, so he decided to ask the doctor directly.
The doctor hesitated after hearing his aggressive questions, not knowing whether he could tell him these.
"Mr. Zhou...you are well aware of the patient's condition. We can only explain this to the family—"
"I am his family member." Zhou Cheng said with a serious face.
"Oh my God...what are you thinking about? Tell him now."
Lu Ze came trotting over. He had just seen Su Chonglin off and had been away for a short while. Why was everything going to chaos here? This family would fall apart without him.
"Let's go to the office." The doctor felt uncomfortable after being choked, so he turned around and left first.
Lu Ze hurriedly walked behind Zhou Cheng and helped push his wheelchair as he followed.
"Mom, don't be angry. He is blind to the truth. You are the real family member. I am fake."
Zhou Cheng interrupted Lu Ze's mumbling, and he was in no mood to correct his address.
When they arrived at the office, the doctor clipped Su Qingyan's various films onto the reading light and began to analyze his condition.
Zhou Cheng's occupational disease struck him again. He always felt that the doctor's explanation was incomplete, so he immediately asked many questions, making the other party feel as if the director was making rounds.
When Zhou Cheng saw Su Qingyan's three broken ribs, his heart ached again.
It turns out he wasn't lying when he said his chest hurt...
"Do I need to report the treatment plan to you?" the doctor asked sarcastically.
"Speak." Zhou Cheng felt that he was just talking nonsense.
After integrating various information, Zhou Cheng put forward several of his own opinions.
In fact, what he hated most when treating patients was the patients' families directing the treatment, but now they have become the people he hates the most because of Su Qingyan.
"The patient's vital signs are now basically stable. The next step is to complete an upper gastrointestinal endoscopy to determine the cause of the bleeding. Considering the patient's medical history, the most likely cause is acute gastric mucosal lesions caused by oral nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs."
Zhou Cheng nodded, and it was almost right with his guess.
He planned to give Su Qingyan some medical knowledge in a while to prevent him from getting himself into trouble again.
I will make PPT when I return to Mincheng.
He immediately began to formulate a plan in his mind.
The doctor handed Zhou Cheng all of Su Qingyan's test results. After reading them carefully, Zhou Cheng told the doctor the items that needed to be reviewed later.
The doctor's face was filled with black lines.
Do you really think you are the director?
"Don't just focus on him, don't you want to take care of your own?" The doctor tried to remind Zhou Cheng of his identity.
"I'm a patient. This is not what I should be thinking about." Zhou Cheng immediately started to act badly when he mentioned himself.
The doctor cried out in his heart:
Double standards! So double standards! People from Mincheng are all so arrogant? What's so great about that?
Lu Ze felt that the conversation between the two doctors was like a heavenly book, and he could only guess what they meant based on the few words he could understand.
"Also," the doctor added, "your current medical order is to stay in bed. Go home immediately!"
Lu Ze pushed Zhou Cheng back to the ward. When passing the nurse station on the way, Zhou Cheng asked for a syringe.
Su Qingyan was still asleep. The only sounds in the quiet ward were those of various instruments working, and the blackout curtains were drawn tightly.
"Do you want anything to eat? I'll go get it." Lu Ze thought about it and realized that the only thing he could do was run errands.
"He is now fasting on water and cannot eat anything."
Zhou Cheng checked the various liquids hanging on Su Qingyan again, then sat down beside his bed and lifted the quilt.
"Wait, wait, let me go buy breakfast."
Lu Ze didn't expect Zhou Cheng to be so open with him, so he quickly looked away, turned around, and trotted away.
Zhou Cheng took the syringe, extracted the gas from the balloon, and then gently and carefully pulled out the catheter.
Su Qingyan frowned in his sleep and kicked forward with his leg.
Zhou Cheng just managed to avoid it by turning his head.
"Zhou Cheng?" Su Qingyan took a few seconds to come to his senses.
"It's okay, go back to sleep." Zhou Cheng patted his leg gently.
"Hold me." Su Qingyan hummed and reached out to Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng often felt like he was coaxing a child. Su Qingyan was already twenty-four or twenty-five years old, but once he was with him, he immediately turned into a four or five-year-old child.
"Do you want a kiss?" After Zhou Cheng had packed up, he lay back on the bed and placed his arms lightly on Su Qingyan's body.
"I want a kiss." Although Su Qingyan closed his eyes, he accurately found Zhou Cheng's lips.
The intimate moment didn't last long, as the director came with the doctors to make rounds.
The first thing the director did was to educate Zhou Cheng not to get out of bed without permission. His liver and spleen were bruised and he had to rest in bed. If his condition progressed, surgical treatment would be necessary.
Su Qingyan had never had the time to ask Doctor Zhou Cheng about his condition in detail. Zhou Cheng only told him that they were just superficial injuries. Only at this moment did he realize the severity of the condition.
Zhou Cheng remained silent. It was not like he didn't understand all this, but he knew his limits and didn't need anyone to interfere with him.
When the director began to investigate him, he was temporarily freed from his remorse and heartache. He kept winking at the director, asking him not to say it was so serious.
After the director understood, he only said that a gastroscopy would be arranged in the morning, and then took everyone out of the ward.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were so seriously injured? Let's go back to Mincheng now. The medical conditions there are much better than Donglan." Su Qingyan held Zhou Cheng's hand and said to him anxiously.
"It's not serious. I know what's going on." Zhou Cheng patted the back of his hand soothingly.
"You're lying! Just because you're not seriously ill doesn't mean you won't die! You're not allowed to leave the bed again! I know what absolute bed rest means. From now on, you're going to eat, drink, poop, and urinate in bed!"
"I'm not paralyzed...not that serious." Zhou Cheng was speechless.
While they were arguing, Lu Ze came back carrying a few lunch boxes. He heard their voices in the corridor and thought they were arguing again. He prayed to the Three Pure Ones, Tathagata, and Jesus in his heart, praying that the two would not break up again.
"The takeaway has arrived." Lu Ze knocked three times, pushed the door open, and looked inside.
"...Don't be afraid, I'll help you when the time comes, hehe, let's take turns helping the bird."
“The takeaway is gone…”
Lu Ze slipped away quickly. How could he participate in such joy in the boudoir?
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