Two flowers bloom, one dead branch

In the early morning, a large bouquet of delicate chrysanthemums was trembling on the electric car, still stubbornly holding their little heads up and grinning foolishly at the sun.

They first passed through the young and moist hands of the florist, then the hands of the nurse with the smell of disposable disinfectant, and finally landed on Jiang Yuchu's desk.

And it was only six o'clock in the morning.

The florist left with satisfaction, expressing his admiration for his perfect completion of the customer's request.Immediately, the small electric car drove to the next place.

When Jiang Yu first arrived, the bouquet of small yellow and white chrysanthemums had been paralyzed in the office for more than an hour, and Lu Shijiu was holding a card, looking at him with an indescribable expression.

"Brother, it's the first time I've seen someone send flowers like this."

As he spoke, he unfolded the card, on which were written in large characters: the dead rest in peace, the living work hard, Xiaomi Chong Flower Shop wishes you condolences.

Jiang Yuchu: "..."

He changed into his white coat slowly, and said nonchalantly, "Maybe the patient was sent to the wrong place."

Lu Shijiuxin said, I believe in you, it's even more impossible to send chrysanthemums to patients.

"Where do you put this thing?"

Jiang Yuchu fastened the last button and pointed to the trash can.

When the resident doctor was on shift, he specifically said that Mr. Dou, who got out of bed 42, was not in good condition. He started to have a high fever at four o'clock in the morning today, and the drainage was cloudy with blood. An urgent blood test found that the neutrophils were high in the sky, and there was an obvious infection. , is now being pressed down with antibiotics.The son and daughter-in-law are not there, only the granddaughter is busy running around with snot and tears.

Bed 42 is Jiang Yuchu's patients.

After the shift was over, he went directly to the ward. The girl who cried yesterday fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed. He pressed on the old man's leg, creating a hole.

Edema.

The old man stood tall, and the skin between his ribs was deeply sunken. He was panting hard, sucking in hard and spitting it out heavily. The liquid seems to be slowly drawing out his vitality.

He stared at the cloudy eyes with no brilliance in them, answered irrelevant questions, his sanity was a little dazed, and his fingernails were turning blue.

The situation is not right.

No matter how reluctant to part with a beauty, he now has to wake up his granddaughter.

Dou Meng was dazed for a moment, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Yuchu was looking down at him, half of her face was hidden in the mask, and her gaze through the glasses was very serious.

"How long has your grandfather been like this?"

Dou Meng was stunned for a moment, then turned her head suddenly and rushed towards Old Master Dou, and called out to Grandpa several times in succession, Old Master Dou rolled his eyes slightly, and returned to silence again.

Dou Meng seemed to be about to cry in the next second, her voice trembling: "I don't know, I, I fell asleep because I was too sleepy, and I was able to answer my words before."

She grabbed onto Jiang Yuchu's white coat, like grabbing a life-saving straw.

"My grandpa, my grandpa..."

"Don't panic," Jiang Yuchu's voice was cold, calm and calm at this moment, as if stroking Dou Meng's chaotic mind with a huge bewitching power, she suddenly calmed down.

"Add a lot of antibiotics, measure finger pulse oxygen, check blood gas and blood routine electrolytes urgently, mask oxygen inhalation, add protein, you call your parents and ask them to come quickly."

Jiang Yuchu issued several doctor's orders in a row, and the nurse's side was dispensing the liquid, and the face mask was going on in an orderly manner.

He went back to the preparation room to take the finger pulse oximeter, took the arterial blood gas needle, and returned to the ward with the tray.

The finger pulse oximeter shows 92%, which should not be lower than 94%.

Mr. Dou's wrist was as thin as a bone, Jiang Yuchu touched his radial artery for a few seconds, then disinfected it quickly, and changed the sterile gloves.

His eyes were serious and focused, and the moment he picked up the blood gas needle, his temperament suddenly became cold, and Dou Meng fell silent.

He tilted his head, quietly feeling the strongest pulse of the artery under the index finger and middle finger, and then directly inserted the needle.

The old man's hand trembled suddenly, and was pressed down by Jiang Yuchu's forearm. His right hand remained motionless in the piercing position, and the needle landed firmly in the skin without missing the needle.Two seconds later, the bright red blood fluctuated at the needle, and arterial blood slowly poured into the blood gas needle.

Jiang Yuchu pressed the cotton swab on the old man's wrist, and said, "Press it for 10 minutes and then release it, don't let it go too early." When she looked up, Dou Meng looked as if she was facing an enemy.

His eyes were suddenly stained with a smile, and suddenly became spring breeze and rain again, and the cold aura just now disappeared.

"Why are you so serious, blood gas is not a big operation, don't be afraid, arteries are not like veins, it still hurts when a needle goes in, that's why your grandfather trembled."

Dou Meng took the cotton swab and pressed it honestly. Jiang Yuchu rubbed the blood gas needle, his eyes were dim, and he instructed to remove the cotton swab to see if there was any swelling and bruises, and then went out with the tray.

There is a blood gas analyzer in the respiratory area, and the test results are quickly issued——

It was indeed respiratory failure.

Hemorrhagic pleural effusion occurred due to advanced lung cancer with pleural metastasis, and now acute respiratory failure due to severe infection.

Anti-inflammatory, cough-relieving and phlegm-reducing treatments are fully prescribed. If the situation worsens, he needs to be sent to the ICU, but even the positive pressure of the ventilator can only relieve the pain as much as possible.

The son and daughter-in-law hurried over after receiving the news, and they are now sitting in the office, well-dressed and well-groomed, and their gestures are full of style, even if they ask about life and death, they don't seem to be in the slightest bit disturbed, as if they are discussing business affairs in a serious manner.

Jiang Yuchu couldn't help but think of Dou Meng's crumpled clothes and red eyes from crying several times. He explained the situation clearly in detail, and finally tried to ask: "Are you still doing genetic testing?"

The husband and wife looked at each other. Jiang Yu knew the answer in an instant after seeing their expressions. The daughter-in-law asked the old man how long it would be, without any worry or worry in his eyes, as if even this question was just incidental.

Jiang Yuchu adjusted his glasses, but before he could reply, the little nurse rushed in suddenly.

"Doctor Jiang! The blood pressure dropped in bed 42! Now it's only 60!"

As soon as Dou Meng saw Jiang Yuchu, her tears started to roll, and she was about to flow out. When she saw the husband and wife behind him, she held back her tears, and called "Mom and Dad" nonchalantly.

"Transfer to ICU, now."

Jiang Yuchu didn't say much, and the tone was completely commanding. The nurse quickly pushed the bed into the specialized intensive care unit on the same floor, and a series of monitoring facilities such as bedside monitoring and ventilator were connected to Mr. Dou's frail body.

Inside, he explained the condition in detail to the doctor in charge of the critically ill area, completed the transfer work, and watched the old man's blood pressure and blood oxygen rise little by little, before he escaped from the state of high tension.

The rest depends on the level of ICU doctors.

He came out a little tired, and when he looked up, he saw the director talking with the couple at the end of the corridor, as if they were having a dispute.

Seeing him coming, the three of them stopped talking at the same time, returning to their original expressions.

The director calmly said something that he would do his best, and the two of them followed suit, obviously absent-minded. When they passed by, the director patted him on the shoulder and squeezed him hard, saying: Sound hard.

The moment he raised his hand, a brooch in the shape of a maple leaf loomed under the white coat on his chest.

Jiang Yuchu's eyes fell on the brooch for half a second, and then he calmly returned a polite smile, then glanced around the corner, and turned away.

After turning the corner, Dou Meng covered her mouth, her big eyes were full of panic, her hand holding the phone kept shaking, she took two deep breaths, and was so frightened by the incoming call that she almost threw the phone away just as she was about to go out.

It's an unfamiliar number.

As soon as she connected, a familiar voice came from the opposite side.

Jiang Yuchu silently looked at the chrysanthemums in the trash can, and said lightly: "If you are afraid, tell me what you just heard."