I'm really an intern

Chapter 232

It took less than 5 minutes for Zhang Tianyang to pass through the old lady's cerebrospinal fluid.

However, the process of extracting cerebrospinal fluid, injecting water for injection, pumping, injecting, pumping, injecting, and pumping took him a full one and a half hours.

As a result, the fixed visit time every afternoon has been postponed.

According to humanitarian principles and considerations of patients' privacy, when doctors perform operations on patients that may expose their limbs, other people should be screened out.

So the curtains that could be opened at 76:15 were abruptly delayed by [-] minutes because of the old lady with the [-]-bed bed.

It wasn't until Zhang Tianyang finished his work, reset the old lady, and went to sort out the discarded items, that the ICU nurse lady opened the thick curtains under the eager eyes of the family members outside the ward.

Lin Ke'an, the newly promoted little follower, rushed to dispose of the pile of garbage with great insight.

Zhang Tianyang felt happy and felt that he had made a correct decision.

After all, there are pollutants in the sharp weapon in the waist bag, and it has to be separated, which is actually quite troublesome.

After washing his hands on his own, his eyes swept across the window with the curtains drawn.

Really crowded.

The windows are not big, and the two pieces of glass may be as wide as 1.5 meters and as high as one meter.

There are three windows in the whole area B.

The windows are crowded with people.

After all, for the family members of patients in the ICU ward, this is the only visiting time of the day.

And can only look at each other from afar.

Zhang Tianyang's eyes swept across the crowd, and then paused in the leftmost corner of the leftmost window.

The family members of bed 76, the old man is there.

Compared to other family members rushing forward to find the best viewing angle, he seemed very calm.

From the beginning to the end, he just stood quietly on the spot, his body was squeezed and swayed from side to side by the people around him, but as long as he could see the old lady's hospital bed, he was satisfied.

But Zhang Tianyang saw his eyes.

I saw the light rising slightly in his eyes and the thin layer of mist.

So Zhang Tianyang followed the old man's gaze and saw the old lady lying quietly on the bed.

Saw her bloody cerebrospinal fluid.

It also seemed to see the day when she opened her eyes.

"Do not worry."

Zhang Tianyang's voice was very soft.

"After the waist wear is done, she will get better slowly."

"The notes you copied will not be wasted."

The ICU ward in the morning is not the same as the ICU ward during visiting hours in the afternoon.

Zhang Tianyang visited once in the morning under the leadership of Song Changkong, and what he felt at that time was similar to the atmosphere in the emergency room when the door was closed.

The environment is quiet.

Only the patients' monitors were beeping.

But now, walking from Area A to Area E, although only a few curtains were drawn, it always made people feel noisy.

Apart from the old lady in bed 76, there are currently two patients belonging to Song Changkong.

Zhang Tianyang finally found time to get acquainted with the condition and the patient.

Three beds, 76.78.80 respectively.

The old lady with 76 beds is in the most serious area B.

Beds 78 and 80 are both in Zone C, in other words, they are all infected with drug-resistant bacteria.

Zhang Tianyang walked to the gate of Area C.

One step further inside is the No. 78 hospital bed.

Lying on the bed was a 78-year-old young man in a coma.

Zhang Tianyang stood behind the crowd and observed him carefully during the rounds in the morning.

Big face, double chin, facial features look a bit fierce, bald head.

The body is fat and strong, and there are cyan tattoos on the arms that don't know the exact pattern.

Maybe it was tattooed when he was still skinny, but now it looks different.

With his left arm flexed, several steel pipes pierced the skin and connected to the outer brace, holding his skeleton in place.

Looking at the medical records, he was admitted to the hospital because of a fight.

Not only broke his left arm, but also had an intracranial infection.

42 days in hospital.

For a month and a half, he has been in a coma.

During this period, none of the friends who sent him to the hospital showed up again.

But Zhang Tianyang used the computer next to the hospital bed to board the doctor's workstation and call up his medical records.

According to past experience, the patient's medical card will not put too much deposit in advance.

On the one hand, it is because the deposit in the inpatient department only supports cash, and on the other hand, it has to be refunded if it is not used up.

So most of the time, when he opened the medical records, the balances he saw mostly ranged from several hundred to one or two thousand.

For those who can exceed five thousand, Zhang Tianyang will silently label him a "local tyrant" in his heart.

But the patient in bed 78 has a balance of more than 7 in his account.

Zhang Tianyang deliberately called out his hospitalization expenses. In the past one and a half months, he has used 17 yuan.

And now, he is lying on the bed, has never woken up once, and has not responded to external stimuli, but he is still spending money continuously.

The person who paid him the money obviously didn't give up on him.

The little nurse was wearing an isolation gown and removing the nebulizer inhalation tube for him.

Then he put a mobile phone with a plastic glove on it gently next to his ear.

Zhang Tianyang stared at the phone in a daze.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

Right behind the window facing the bed, stood a middle-aged man who looked similar to the patient on the bed.

He also happened to be holding his mobile phone, sticking it to his ear, opening and closing his mouth, talking about something.

"Don't look, that's his father."

The little nurse removed the atomization inhalation machine, and continued to be busy while solving Zhang Tianyang's doubts.

"That mobile phone was also handed in by his father."

"Although family members are not allowed to enter during daily visits, we can still bring things like mobile phones in with our help."

"His dad chats with him every day, but he can't even hear him."

"By the way, are you a new intern?"

Zhang Tianyang nodded to her in response.

"Stop chatting! Come here and help suck the phlegm!"

The head nurse's call came from a distance, and the little nurse blinked helplessly.

"Can you untie the strap on the back for me?"

With the help of Zhang Tianyang, the little nurse took off the gown belonging to bed 78, folded the white gown again, hung it back at the end of the bed, and went to help another bed quickly.

Zhang Tianyang also looked out of the window again.

The middle-aged man's face was full of exhaustion that couldn't be concealed, and a look that didn't match his age.

There are already gray hairs on the sideburns.

Zhang Tianyang's eyes are good, and he can even see that those white hairs are actually white at the root, and then suddenly turn black at a certain moment, and there is no gray gradient.

Come to think of it, middle-aged men used to dye their hair, but they just don't care about it recently.

His clothes were dark, with the wear and tear of time.

And those two phones.

The one placed next to the patient's ear in bed 78 seems to be an Apple mobile phone, and the style should be quite new.

But what the middle-aged man outside the ward was holding seemed to be an old Redmi phone, the kind that cost less than 1000 yuan.

Moreover, there are already bumps and scratches on the phone body, and there seems to be cracks on the screen.

Zhang Tianyang looked at the middle-aged man, thinking about the balance in the 78-bed medical card, he was a little silent for a while.

But even though Zhang Tianyang stared at him like this, even though he was standing beside the hospital bed, the middle-aged man never noticed him.

The middle-aged man's eyes only fell on the hospital bed from the beginning to the end.

In the precious half hour when he can see his son every day, he can't hold anything else in his eyes.

Zhang Tianyang also set his sights on the young man in bed 78.

He had no idea how the patient's first 27 years had passed.

He didn't know what the patient was thinking when he got a tattoo on his arm, changed to a new mobile phone, and then ate and drank with his friends, and finally got into a fight because he didn't know what conflicts.

He could only see him on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and trembling all over.

He can only see the middle-aged man outside the window who has experienced many vicissitudes.

He wondered if the patient would wake up in the end.

He didn't know if he would regret it after waking up.

Those things in the world are just like this.

After 10 minutes, the visit ends.

Zhang Tianyang picked up the mobile phone next to the ear of bed 78, and also drew the heavy curtains with his own hands.

In the ICU ward, calm returned again.

　The neurology ICU ward is really a place where you can see many stories

　　

　

(End of this chapter)