snake coffin

Chapter 511 Medical Independence
When Qian Zhongshu heard me ask about these sources of information, he actually smiled again: "You have to think about some issues yourself. Be the next patient!"

He made a quick transition, leading me and Mo Xiu directly to the next ward.

Perhaps he knew that too much words would lead to mistakes, or maybe he didn't have much time. Qian Zhongshu didn't ask any more questions. He just took the medical records and told me about the conditions of the patients.

Although he is the chief doctor of the cardiothoracic department, he is on the night shift, and the patients in the entire inpatient department have been patrolled.

The strange thing is that every patient seems to know him.

Some of them pulled him and muttered for a long time.

A uremic patient's whole body was swollen and shiny. The old lady with the permeability meter next to her was still holding him back. She looked at Mo Xiu and me: "Are you bringing in new students? Are these two studying medicine? It's a waste! That man If the doll looks so good, becoming a celebrity or anchor will not make more money than being a doctor."

The old lady was still looking at Mo Xiu, and waved to him: "My boy, don't be a doctor, it's hard."

"Aunt Wang, you are not good." Qian Zhongshu smiled at the old lady with a bit of a smile, and then confessed a few words: "I will check the ward first."

The old lady wasn't afraid of him either. She smiled and looked at Mo Xiu and said, "Hey, I don't know how long it will take for such a good-looking man to endure."

Qian Zhongshu paused for a moment, then just smiled and walked out with the medical records.

After waiting outside, she said to us: "She has suffered from nephritis for many years. She used to have dialysis once a month. Now, heh! So she doesn't want to be transferred to another hospital, so she can just wait here."

We all know what we are waiting for, but we are just waiting for the moment of death.

Embarrassment flashed across Qian Zhongshu's face: "Aunt Wang is a real medical family. Most of her natal family and husband's family are doctors, and her husband was a supernatural authority when he was alive."

Qian Zhongshu pursed his lips and looked at me: "It took a long time for an operation outside of God. He was scheduled for surgery every day for a month, and then he just came down from the operating room in the early morning and was at the door of the operating room..."

He glanced at Aunt Wang's ward door: "Sudden death."

But he didn't take a breath, and smiled again: "Her son is also a god, but something happened a few years ago..."

I couldn't help raising my heart, listening to what Aunt Wang was talking to the patient in the same room.

"I just changed careers." Qian Zhongshu breathed out, and continued walking with us: "Aunt Wang's son has made a lot of connections, but he hasn't cured Aunt Wang's kidney disease, and now he almost doesn't come to the hospital. I don't know if he doesn't want to come. , still dare not come!"

The cleaning aunt has already started cleaning, and the inpatient department has become lively.

Qian Zhongshu also accelerated the speed. The patients who stayed in this hospital were either unwilling to leave or unable to leave.

There are pregnant women who have habitual abortion and can only stay in bed in the hospital to protect the fetus; they have been in bed for too long, their hands are stiff and their feet are swollen, they are in pain, and they can't move, so they can only keep kneading to activate blood circulation.

Qian Zhongshu also smiled at me: "It's good to stay in bed. It's only uncomfortable in summer. I have seen a woman who wanted to give birth to a son. She was lying in the hospital on a hot day, her husband had to go to work, and her mother-in-law couldn't get along. She didn't dare to mess around. For fear of miscarriage, she lay in bed for two months, with bedsores all over her back."

There are also some middle-aged people who have broken their waists and are lying in the hospital with high paraplegia, with only an old man taking care of them.

It is said that they are engaged in high-risk occupations on the construction site, because the wages are much higher.My wife has to take care of two children who are studying in my hometown, so it is the old man who comes to accompany the bed.

There are also elderly people with late-stage diabetes who can barely see in their eyes and whose feet have become gangrenous and rotten.

He didn't care about his children, so he dared to live in the nearest hospital. He held Qian Zhongshu's hand and kept thanking him, but he cried and said that he might as well die, but when Qian Zhongshu asked to take medicine, But he took the medicine very cooperatively.

As soon as the call was transferred, Qian Zhongshu became more and more anxious, and he would check his watch every time he changed out of a ward.

Every patient has their own pain, and every family member who stays with them has to take care of them. Watching their loved ones suffer these pains is also suffering.

Moxiu held my hand tightly from beginning to end, comforting me.

When I look at these suffering patients, I can't help but feel moved.

Qian Zhongshu finally checked all the patients before handing over to his shift.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say that he was leaving, or that he had any abnormal emotions for the patient. It seemed that it was really just an ordinary ward round.

At 7:[-] in the morning, the sun did not fully come out.

Qian Zhongshu held the medical records and smiled at us: "Go to my office and have a glass of water."

Mo Xiu held my hand, Shen looked at him and nodded.

Qian Zhongshu's office is not very tidy. There are scattered medical records, medicine boxes, and instant noodle boxes piled up on the computer table. There is a lingering smell of instant noodles as soon as you enter the office.

Coats and other things were just randomly placed on the table.

Qian Zhongshu really only poured us a glass of water, which was still cold.

After sitting down, he raised his eyes and looked at us: "Is it about the blood snake tattoo?"

Moxiu helped me warm up the water in the cup, and said in a deep voice, "Is it really made with blood patterns?"

"Yes." Qian Zhongshu didn't deny it, and said with a low smile, "Actually, the materials are quite simple. There are not many blood sources for transfusion, but there is a lot of blood that can be tested. The hospital does not know how many tubes of blood are drawn for testing every day. "

"Those blood snake tattoos are actually nothing more than the patient's blood, the blood of family members who accompany the bed, and the blood of some medical staff who are watching the patient's pain. Hope, pain, and weightlessness are repeated endlessly, all in the blood of these people Inside." Qian Zhongshu actually slowly rolled up his trousers and showed us his ankles.

He didn't have anything on his ankle, but Qian Zhongshu took a bottle of alcohol from the drawer and poured it on his ankle.

The skin on the ankles turned pink first, and then slowly blood-colored scales grew out.

"Tattoos are also invisible." Qian Zhongshu shook his ankle towards us.

Put the bottle of essence in the drawer, took out a bottle of something dark red and sticky like paint, and handed it to me: "This is the blood, and I will give this to her. I don't know how to tattoo."

"Dragon spirit?" I took the bottle of blood and looked at it Shen: "She seems to have said a lot to you?"

Including me and Moxiu's information, there seems to be a lot of private conversations.

Qian Zhongshu just smiled, took out a medical record from the drawer, put it on the table, and pushed it towards me: "Mine."

I frowned and took the medical record. The test result was on the first page: terminal liver cancer.

Qian Zhongshu is quite calm now, typing something on the computer: "The doctor is not autonomous. You Bashan witch god, do you have any thoughts when you see the scene in this hospital?"

I held the blood bottle and looked at him: "God can't do everything. God doesn't exist in the world."

"But since they created these people, they should make them more perfect, and not make them suffer from so many diseases!" Qian Zhongshu slammed on the keyboard twice.

The keyboard was beating, and Qian Zhongshu looked at me and Moxiu with deep eyes: "Your injuries will heal immediately, right? And it won't hurt too much, and you won't be suffering day after day like these patients. I don't know when I will recover." die."

When he looked at me, his eyes fell on my heart: "Bashan Witch God, you said that people are so fragile and still get so many diseases. Why?"

I held the blood bottle and opened my mouth to say something.

Mo Xiu hugged me and pushed me out: "Give this blood to Feng Shengling and let him find a way to solve the problem. I'll have a chat with Doctor Qian..."

I looked at Mo Xiu in surprise. He actually had something to talk with Qian Zhongshu?

Wanting to refuse, Moxiu pushed me out of the office firmly with his arms, closed the door, and cast a formation with his hands.

Holding the blood bottle, I looked at the sign at the door of the office that read: Cardiothoracic Surgery, Chief Doctor, Qian Zhongshu.

Long Ling also talked a lot with Qian Zhongshu.

My chest was a little stuffy, and I couldn't help reaching out to cover my heart.

Qian Zhongshu knew how to perform heart transplant surgery, so Long Ling asked him a lot of questions.

Now Mo Xiu also wants to ask him this.

(End of this chapter)