Sleepless Doctor

Over time, the epidemic is still invisible at a glance.

Whether it is flood fighting or several major earthquakes, the damage caused to the entire country is far from comparable to this epidemic.

In the past, millions and tens of millions of people were affected. But this time, the whole country pressed the pause button and kept silent.

The streets of the provincial capital are deserted, the sky is particularly blue, but there is a lot of smoke and fire on the world.

They worked hard, worked hard to return to the normal life river, and worked hard to continue living for life.

To live is bigger than the sky.

Late at night.

Ying Yang's mistress appeared at the door of the room, holding the broom, bit by bit, sweeping the debris and dust from the door into the dustpan.

The small window against the inner wall opened a gap, the yellow light bulb in the kitchen was put up again, and another woman began to prepare meals.

They have been busy for a day, and they are going to fall apart when they are tired, but they have to continue to live.

Although Matthew Dee arranged vehicles and the city’s catering association was also responsible for coordinating the storage of supplies in various restaurants, things were still busy.

It is impossible to make a thing flawless without putting in hard work.

It's hard to say what it feels like.

To help the canteen of the Second Hospital of Medical University survive the most difficult days, the two of them did not return to the old shop, but continued to coordinate and deliver the ingredients in accordance with Matthew's plan.

Matthew Dee talked to them once, because of the delay of the epidemic, the New Year's Eve dinner was reduced and a large amount of ingredients accumulated, some of which were already broken. Their task is to pick out the bad ones, so as not to eat them for patients, doctors and nurses, and eat them up.

This task is big or small, but not small.

There are a lot of red envelopes stuffed into them every day, and I beg them to raise their hands, and put a handful if they missed it.

Everyone's life is difficult.

But Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua honestly and dutifully followed Matthew De's words, and they didn't dare to overstep.

It really broke the patient's stomach, and no one can bear this responsibility.

Some restaurant owners will curse people and call them unkind; some will wipe their tears and prepare to make more money during the Chinese New Year, but who knows that they will lose a lot of money.

Originally, shop rent, food materials, employee salaries...When the land broke and the boulders came, they were panicked, crying, and helpless.

But there is no way. It is a blessing in misfortune to get rid of some of the good ingredients and make up for the loss.

"Sister, have dinner." Zhang Ping greeted Nie Xuehua.

Nie Xuehua took a long sigh. She wanted to lie down on the bed now, feeling that she could fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes, and the day would light up when she opened her eyes.

Sitting at a small table, a plate of cumin lamb and two bowls of rice.

The meat was prepared at the old store in Qianyang a few years ago. Some of it is not fresh, so I dare not send it to the hospital. Throwing it away is a bit distressing, so the sisters can only eat it by themselves.

"Fortunately, that kid Wu Mian is righteous." Zhang Ping sat down, chattering. She felt panicked if she didn't say anything at this time.

The street outside was deserted like a nightmare.

"Not necessarily." Nie Xuehua took up his chopsticks and sighed. "It doesn't matter whether it is the pie drawn by the Mayuan."

"Definitely not, sister, you think too much." Zhang Ping smiled, "I was so sad two days ago. You said that we two have been supporting this small shop for so many years, and watching to collapse, I feel uncomfortable."

The average life cycle of a small restaurant in China is 2-3 years. It is not easy for an old store to last for 15 years.

The sisters spent their youth in it.

"Eat, I have to work tomorrow." Nie Xuehua is reluctant to say these things. Compared with the popular Zhang Ping, she is more willing to do things in silence.

"Sister, I'll call Wu Mian in a moment." Zhang Ping said while pulling the rice.

"Say what?"

"Ask if it's true or false." Zhang Ping said grinningly, "If it weren't for the pie, you don't need to think about it. The Fifth Hospital of the Medical University estimates that just like other hospitals, we can really retire after a few years of work. If it doesn't work. , You have to figure out what to do to feed yourself after the epidemic has passed."

Nie Xuehua sighed.

The epidemic, like a pair of invisible hands, has changed the lives of countless people, including their peaceful little days.

She didn't object, although she always felt that asking Wu Mian about this was like begging for food, but the day was going to go on.

After eating and clearing the table, Zhang Ping picked up the phone.

The phone rang and was hung up.

Zhang Ping was taken aback, and immediately responded that Wu Mian's side was busy.

But after thinking about it, Chu Zhixi called.

"Madame, hello." Chu Zhixi's voice came.

"Xiaoxi, are you okay?" Zhang Ping asked.

"It's okay, my brother is in the consultation, what's the matter with the lady boss?"

"Although the oxygen level of these **** patients is low enough to lose consciousness or even die, they do not feel uncomfortable at all." Wu Mian's voice came over the phone, and Zhang Ping was stunned.

This is completely different from my own understanding of hypoxia.

In Zhang Ping's understanding, hypoxia is equivalent to drowning. It must be terribly uncomfortable, but why does Wu Mian say there is nothing wrong with it?

This unscientific!

"Lady boss?" Chu Zhixi shouted again softly.

"Xiaoxi, is it convenient for your consultation? Sister misses you." Zhang Ping said.

"It's okay, then I will video you." Chu Zhixi smiled and hung up the phone.

After switching on the video, Chu Zhixi turned her mobile phone at Wu Mian, then at herself, and whispered, "Boss, wait a minute."

"It's okay, I just listen."

"Recently, there have been a lot of case reports in designated hospitals. Doctors and nurses looked at patients who were supposed to be in a coma or "struggling" due to lack of oxygen in their body tissues, but they spoke like normal people. But as soon as they turned around, they disappeared. ."

"This means that the health of patients with new pneumonia when they are admitted to the hospital is much worse than they realized."

"We know that when the oxygen saturation drops below 90%, patients may suffer from drowsiness, confusion, or schizophrenia due to insufficient brain oxygen. Oxygen saturation below 80% may cause damage to vital organs of the body."

"But at present, the new pneumonia virus induces many symptoms that are quite bizarre, including patients with hypoxia that they do not perceive. This is the curious and terrifying part of this disease."

Wu Mian said endlessly.

Nie Xuehua came over and listened to the consultation with Zhang Ping. The more they listened, the more scared they became, and their hearts rang like a drum.

They are not engaged in medical treatment, and they don't understand the specific meaning of Wu Mian's words. But after hearing Wu Mian's description, both of them knew that the new type of pneumonia was far more terrifying than they thought.

"For today's patient, in the Fangcang shelter hospital, his blood oxygen saturation suddenly dropped to 30%. I have never seen this figure in ordinary patients. When the nurse called me, he was still adjusting the blood oxygen test. Saturated machines are considered to be machine failures."

"Unfortunately not. Fortunately, the Fangcang shelter hospital is close to Jinyintan, and the patient immediately transferred to Jinyintan. This prevented sudden death from happening."

Zhang Ping watched Wu Mian staring at the screen intently, not knowing who was sitting on the other side of the video.

Wu Mian was thinner and not as good-looking as before. His face was full of strangle marks, as if years had used that pig-killing knife to carve deep and hard-to-erasable marks on his face.

It's just that his eyes are still sharp, like a falcon, and he can't see the slightest fatigue.

"Three years ago, there was a report that called this condition happy hypoxia, but the doctor did not introduce it in detail and did not encounter many cases, so I did not pass and suggested that he go to New England to submit the article. Looking at it now, it is extremely It may be a happy hypoxia situation."

"Wu Mian, keep it simple, just talk about pathophysiology." A low voice came.

"I speculate that for some patients with new type of pneumonia, the progress of their lung disease may not be obvious. Because when they concentrate on fighting symptoms such as fever and diarrhea, the body begins to speed up breathing to compensate for the lack of oxygen.

Imagine that the patient has a full glass of air, and now the glass is half full. What will the patient do? Because half is lost, he will fill it up twice as fast.

Similar to hypoxia in high altitude areas, patients are used to it.

So I insist that early monitoring of blood oxygen saturation is an effective method. The Fangcang shelter hospital does not have enough machines to monitor blood oxygen saturation, so apply for allocation. Then there is the shelter hospital in the newly built, it is also recommended to monitor the blood oxygen saturation in a large amount. "

Another person in the video started to speak. Wu Mian listened quietly, while Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua watched silently.

It turned out that the expert group consultation was like this.

Time passed by, about an hour later, when the video ended, Wu Mian turned to look at the two bosses.

"Why do you have time today?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.

"Wu Mian, are you an expert group consultation?"

"It doesn't count as a consultation. It's about giving opinions and finding loopholes." Wu Mian said, stroking the marks on his face with her hands.

Zhang Ping was dumb, she suddenly felt that what she wanted to say could not be said.

"Boss, you are all thinner." Wu Mian said with a smile, "I'm pretty tired these days."

"Yeah." Nie Xuehua nodded.

"The Ma Yuan told me his plan, but I don't think it will work." Wu Mian said.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhang Ping's heart.

"It's okay, these are all trivial things." Nie Xuehua said, "Wu Mian, you are busy with you, pay attention to your body."

"I haven't finished talking yet." Wu Mian smiled, "There are too many people in the cafeteria of the Fifth Hospital, and it is too tired to cook and not make money. It is meaningless."

"..."

The two bosses were startled, looking at Wu Mian in the video, they couldn't say a word.

"Time is tight, and I have to study the specific details of happy hypoxia, and only make one suggestion. I suggest that after the epidemic is over, if the two are willing, they can go to the special needs ward under the old mountain. The chef is coming..."

Wu Mian finished his comments and looked at the two proprietresses with a smile, "It's been a long time since I saw you, I'm all greedy for our family's skewers."

"Waiting for you to come back." Zhang Ping said.

"Well, coming soon... coming soon..." Wu Mian's eyes were a bit straight, and she murmured.

"Wu Mian, is it really fast?"

"hope."

"..." Zhang Ping sighed.

"How about home?"

Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua described the situation at home, and Wu Mian listened quietly.

Suddenly, a bell rang in the video, Wu Mian connected, and a voice came over, "Wu Mian, I still think that the new pneumonia virus does not cause respiratory failure and death by damaging the lungs, but by damaging the brainstem!"

"Wu Mian, that's it, we'll hang up." Zhang Ping raised her hand, said hello, and hung up the video.

After cutting off the signal, both Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua were in a trance.

Are scientists so unreliable?

Happiness and hypoxia can also be understood. In the past, there were a lot of alcoholic beverages in the Northeast who drank too much and slept outside for a night and was frozen to death~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When I died, I took off my clothes and smiled.

The person who was frozen to death feels hot, does it have something to do with Wu Mian’s hypoxia?

This is understandable, but this new type of pneumonia virus has an image on the brain? Wu Mian's mind is all right.

"Forget it, I don't want to." Nie Xuehua "woke up" first, and she smiled.

"Sister, do you think Wu Mian is reliable."

"Wealthy people have a lot of things, I'm afraid we won't do it." Nie Xuehua hesitated.

The special needs ward is a good place, as both of them know. Wu Mian didn't forget about herself, and her heart was warm.

After discussing for a long time, the two of them had a lot of water, and finally Nie Xuehua made up his mind whether to wait for Wu Mian to come back and discuss it.

Wash, sleep, and get up early tomorrow.

The night was getting deeper, and the provincial capital under the curtain of night remained silent, struggling to survive. Just like other cities and villages, they are waiting for the spring flowers to bloom in hardships.

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