Big Doctor Live Room

Chapter 8 The Nosebleed Patient

The post sent by Chen Qun caused a little sensation on the other side of the world, and there were more than ten replies.

"Good idea, maybe I can put a light bulb in my mouth."

"Actually, I have a simpler method, and free condoms can achieve the same effect."

"I suggest that it is more appropriate to recommend this video to the curious website, there is almost no applicability!"

With hundreds of clicks and more than ten replies, they were squeezed out before they stayed on the homepage for long.After all, as the world's most authoritative medical professional website, the matter of swallowing light bulbs is more like a joke than a real medical innovation.Because for the vast majority of doctors, this may not happen once in a lifetime.

But it was also because it was like a joke, almost no one gave a bad review, the system's score reached 7.3, and it was drowned in the vast video in the blink of an eye, without even a single wave rising.

When Chen Qun woke up early in the morning, he felt that his whole body was a little strange, as if he had been tossing around all day and night, but at this time he was much more refreshed.Only then did he raise his hand to rub his eyes, and couldn't help but froze for a moment.

The palm placed in front of his eyes seemed to be a little different. Not only was it slender, but the calloused skin on the palm was all blistered, and it was torn off with a light touch, revealing a piece of tender red skin.

This……

It really works?

Or normal callus peeling?
Chen Qun quickly waved his palm twice, as if he felt something was different, but he was a little uncertain.Turning his gaze, he saw the surgical instruments placed in the operating cabinet opposite, and had an idea.

In a blink of an eye, he made a few steamed buns from the cafeteria, carefully took a scalpel, and cut them on the thin dough. After a few cuts, his heart couldn't hold back the excitement.

Chen Qun knew that his fingers were really different from before.Not only can it perfectly draw a series of filaments with an interval of less than one millimeter on the dough, but it can even draw dozens of circles effortlessly without any distortion.

Surgery is a technique that is more delicate than embroidery. It does not require much strength, but accuracy, flexibility and stability.If it was said that his palms were a little bumpy, it is smooth and smooth now.

Chen Qun remembered the feeling he had when he used the scroll to operate on the patient yesterday. He didn't have the Holy Hand scroll at this time, and he could find the same shock in the palm of his hand.

Surgeons are really talented, especially relying on the palm of their hands to eat.If the palm loses its stability, no matter how good a surgeon is, he can only change his profession to become a magician and become a hero in the Avengers.

He looked at the ten slender green fingers, which were quite different from yesterday's slightly rounded cylinder.The color has also changed from the original bronze color to a bit whiter.The entire palm has also undergone a slight deformation, and the fan-like palm has also turned into a cuboid.

Chen Qun couldn't help finding a steel ruler and began to measure.

"I can't think of a big man who is more narcissistic than us girls! He even measures the length of his fingers!"

A little nurse with an oval face came in carrying two cups of soy milk, laughed at Chen Qun, and pushed a cup of soy milk from the table.

"Thank you, Nurse Zhang!"

Chen Qun quickly took the soy milk and thanked the little nurse Zhang Xin sincerely.

This pretty little nurse is famous for being sharp-tongued and cruel.When I was in the general surgery department, I met several times. Last night, we worked together on the night shift to treat the funny delinquent boy, and we got closer invisibly.

Before he drank two sips of soy milk, he saw a middle-aged woman holding a boy holding his nose, strode in, and hurriedly pressed the boy in front of Chen Qun.

"Doctor, my son is having a nosebleed again and it can't stop. Please help him! This is the third time he has been sent to the hospital this month!"

Chen Qun hurriedly put down the things in his hand, stood up, and saw that the towel that the young man was holding his nose was stained red by nosebleeds, and his clothes were also stained a lot.

Just gently stretched out his hand to pull it away, and the nosebleeds dripped down in a thread.Quickly pressed it back, and ordered Zhang Xin without thinking.

"Wipe the [-] percent phenylephrine solution, need cauterization to stop the bleeding!"

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, and then said to Chen Qun cautiously: "When we came last time, the old doctor said that his nasal mucous membrane is very thin and cannot be damaged anymore, otherwise he will be bleeding profusely and it will be difficult to stop."

Before Chen Qun answered, a screen suddenly appeared in front of him. "Theme scene mission one, strange boy. The difficulty is three stars. Mission reward, unknown!"

This is not a dream surgery mode, and there is no scroll. It seems to be serious.

Chen Qun's head turned quickly, and he immediately understood that this boy was not as simple as having a nosebleed.Otherwise, one of the most common faults, how could it be three stars?

With the wiping of the phenylephrine solution, the boy's nosebleed gradually stopped, and Chen Qun irradiated it with strong light to find the bleeding point at the rear edge of the Kerben's vein. If it is burned, the bleeding can be stopped quickly, but the nasal mucosa will be completely destroyed.

After thinking about it, I decided to ask about the situation first.

"Did you use any medicine to stop the bleeding?"

"Usually urban fluticasone propionate nasal spray, it just doesn't work gradually."

No wonder!
"Abuse of steroid sprays can thin the nasal mucosa, leading to severe nosebleeds. Severe nosebleeds lead to heavy use of sprays... As long as the sprays are stopped, the nosebleeds can be stopped. But to be safe, I need Check the child's physical function!"

"No, I have to go to class in the morning!"

As soon as the boy stood up and said something, he coughed suddenly, spewing blood from his mouth, and even pressed his arms on his chest, with a painful expression on his face.

"Lie down!"

Chen Qun immediately pressed him on the hospital bed and supported his chest with his palms, but he didn't see any blood flowing out of his nasal cavity, but as he coughed, blood shot out from his mouth.

"Don't press there! It hurts!"

The boy frowned more and more.

Chen Qun let go of his palm, and lightly pressed two fingers on the original palm position, "Tell me where it hurts."

With the soft and nimble but strong fingers, they moved on the boy's chest, locking a fingernail-sized position between the ribs in the blink of an eye.The young man's expression became more and more painful, and he gasped loudly.

"Ventilator, IV paracetamol!"

Following Chen Qun's yell, several nurses rushed over, brought the boy's condition under control, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Auntie, you need to ask for leave from school. Your child should have bronchial or lung problems, and further examinations are needed to confirm."

It's not up to him, an intern doctor on duty, to decide how the condition is. Whether it's for the system's reward or for the patient, he needs to go all out to cure the child.

(End of this chapter)