Zhao Zhiyuan couldn't understand it.
I just can't figure it out no matter how hard I try.
Yingyue's lunchbox had been washed. Hearing this, she looked up at Zhao Zhiyuan, whose eyes and nose were all scrunched up. She couldn't understand why he would say such a thing.
"Isn't this normal?"
"From the day you chose to become a doctor, didn't you expect to see a lot of bloodshed?"
Yingyue asked in return.
If people feel nauseous and can't eat just because of surgery, then all the doctors in the country would starve to death.
Zhao Zhiyuan paused for a moment, then realized that he was indeed making a fuss over nothing.
Yingyue didn't want to preach to Zhao Zhiyuan, nor was she good at it.
Just do your best.
She shook the water out of the lunchbox and turned to go into the outpatient office.
Zhao Zhiyuan stood there for a while before going into the office.
After get off work in the afternoon, Yingyue Wu collected her share of the reward.
Five pounds of high-gluten flour and one pound of oil.
After collecting her belongings, she first put them in the office, then went to the ward to see Yu Rui.
Yu Rui has woken up.
When he first woke up, Yingyue came to see him once.
I'm off work now, so I'll take one last look before going back.
When the anesthesia wore off, and without painkillers, Yu Rui was in great pain.
The people from the cotton mill have gone back; the person here now is Yu Rui's wife, whom he married last year.
Seeing her husband in so much pain, she paced anxiously around him.
But there was nothing that could be done.
Seeing Yingyue come in from outside, she quickly stood up and said, "Dr. Cheng, you've arrived."
Yu Rui's wife is named Wang Hongping, and she also works at the cotton mill.
Her husband had an accident today, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying; she looked very pitiful.
Yingyue nodded gently, her gaze falling on Yu Rui on the hospital bed.
"Technician Yu, how are you feeling?"
"He kept saying it hurt."
Wang Hongping spoke up from the side.
Yingyue nodded. "It will be quite painful after the anesthesia wears off, so you'll just have to bear with it for a while."
The hospital didn't have any other medications for him, so they could only give him some anti-inflammatory IV fluids to prevent inflammation and fever.
Is the wound bleeding?
"No."
Wang Hongping answered.
Yingyue gave Yu Rui a quick check-up, observed the condition of the amputation site, gave Wang Hongping a few more instructions, and then left the ward.
Wang Hongping glanced at Yingyue, then at her husband on the bed. She turned and called to Yingyue, then went outside to ask her questions.
In the courtyard outside the ward.
Wang Hongping lowered her voice and asked Yingyue, "Will Yu Rui's arm still be usable in the future?"
"The part that was cut off was completely necrotic and unusable."
Yingyue spoke frankly, "But if we take good care of this section that's left now, it can still be used after it heals."
Upon hearing this, Wang Hongping's tears fell down again with a thud.
"What's the use of a hand if it's no longer usable?"
"I told you he was stupid, insisting on protecting that machine. Now that his hand is gone, how are we going to live?"
Wang Hongping wiped away her tears as she sobbed and lamented.
Yingyue didn't know how to comfort people.
But there was one fact she had to tell Wang Hongping.
"If he doesn't have the amputation, he will lose his entire arm."
Not only could the entire arm be lost, but the necrosis of the arm could also spread to other parts of the body.
The situation will be very different then.
Wang Hongping was startled by Yingyue's words.
She actually called out to Yingyue out of wishful thinking, hoping to ask her in hindsight whether it was possible to save her hand without amputation.
However, Yingyue's words shattered Wang Hongping's illusions.
She glanced at the half-open hospital room door, her feelings a complex mix.
Yingyue glanced at Wang Hongping in front of her, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.
She went back to her office, washed her hands, and took her reward home.
It wasn't dark yet, and there were many people on the street who had just finished get off work. When they saw Yingyue, they all smiled and greeted her.
Inquire about the situation of Yu Rui from the cotton mill.
Yingyue would naturally not casually disclose the patient's condition to outsiders.
Therefore, when asked by others, she smiled slightly and casually changed the subject.
They wanted to find out what was going on, but couldn't find anyone, which left them somewhat dissatisfied.
Even if they were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to directly clash with Yingyue.
Firstly, given Dr. Yingyue's status, none of them can guarantee that they won't suffer from illnesses or other ailments in the future.
What if I have a conflict with Yingyue now, and she remembers it? What if she refuses to help me when I'm sick in the future?
Secondly, Yingyue is Huo Cheng's wife, and Huo Cheng is the youngest regimental commander in the military region, and it is said that he is about to be promoted again.
It's best not to offend such a promising young leader easily.
Yingyue was unaware of their thoughts.
She only missed the food at home.
She hadn't finished the fish she caught yesterday, and she'd been thinking about it all day.
When Huo Cheng got home, he had just started cooking and was chopping vegetables in front of the stove while wearing an apron.
Seeing his wife come in carrying a bag of high-gluten flour and a bottle of oil, he smiled and asked, "Why did you think of buying things?"
"It wasn't bought, it was a reward."
Yingyue put the things on the table next to her, took out five yuan from her pocket, and said, "I have five yuan left, it's a reward too!"
"Um?"
Huo Cheng smiled and coaxed her in a tone as if he were coaxing a child.
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