The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Zi la, zi la~!"

"ZY radio station person M is broadcasting, Zila~!"

"ZY radio station person M broadcasts, beep, beep, beep, beep, da~!"

"Good morning, dear listeners, today is Thursday, January 1rd, and the lunar calendar is the 23th of the twelfth lunar month. Now let me introduce today's program content."

"Zi la la,...!"

"Here's the news report!"

"On *month*, 19**, the Shanghai Military Court passed a trial...!"

"Zi la la~!"

The broadcast in the conference room attracted the attention of all the doctors in white coats. As a pair of rough hands came over to turn the knob, the computer-sized radio was turned off, and the antenna was put away and pressed behind the broadcast.

"Do you understand?"

Dean Hong, who turned off the radio, sat down again in the conference room. He folded his hands and placed them on the table. His face looked a little haggard. After scanning all the participants, he looked at Dr. Qi.

"Dean Hong, are you saying that the person we rescued a few days ago is...?"

The doctor sitting in the back row, after reacting, looked at Dean Hong, who was sitting in the front seat, and asked in a low voice.

"Tsk~Hmm!"

Dean Hong nodded his head heavily. This was the reason why he moved the radio to the conference room today, so that the backbone of the hospital would know the importance of the matter.

"This is the reason why Dr. Qi had to save him at all costs that day. Here, for Dr. Ding Qiunanding, I would like to thank her on behalf of the whole hospital. If she had not made the decision to donate blood immediately, we would have missed the opportunity to rescue him. !”

Dean Hong took the lead in applauding, and then others in the conference room immediately followed suit.

Doctor Ding, who was sitting in the corner, originally didn't know why she, who was here to study, was called into the meeting, but now he finally understood.

"I, I know him, and I can't just watch him die due to excessive blood loss!"

Standing up in a panic, Ding Qiunan held the corners of his white coat with both hands, bowed implicitly, and said nervously.

"One code for another, your selfless and fearless actions saved a very important hero, and the hospital will not turn a blind eye, because your staff is not in our hospital, so there is no way to give you credit directly, as long as You can put forward any reasonable needs, and the hospital will do its best to meet your needs, even if you have to be transferred to our hospital!"

Dean Hong nodded to Comrade Xiao Ding, tapped his fingers on the conference table, and after thinking for a moment, he could only give Dr. Ding a promise first. After all, he still didn’t know how the superior department would evaluate the hospital next. .

All the doctors and doctors present focused their attention on this little girl. This kind of thing is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her. She can stay in this hospital with just one sentence. You know, this is a step from a factory hospital to a regular large hospital. .

"Thank you Dean, this is what I should do, I have no requirements!"

Xiao Ding shook his lower lip, lowered his head to think for a moment, then raised his head again, and shook his head firmly.Jinrui Hospital is a large hospital, but for some reason, after this incident, her desire to stay here faded away. Faced with the olive branch extended by Director Hong, she still refused.

"Okay, if you need any help later, you can also come to me. Let's put this matter aside for now!"

"Today is New Year's Eve, and tomorrow is Spring Festival. It's still a common question. Ordinary people can take a holiday to celebrate the New Year, but we can't. We are medical workers, and we should stick to our posts. After all, the number of doctors in our hospital is still lacking. Everyone Celebrate the Chinese New Year together, and those with family members can also come together, and the canteen will also arrange meat dishes and dumplings to make up for everyone. If you really have something important to do, you can ask for leave for me!"

Dean Hong saw a trace of disappointment flashing in everyone's eyes and smiled forcefully.

The main thing is that the person in the intensive care unit has done a lot of things, and it involves the outside world. He is not sure whether higher-level departments will come to visit him in the future.

If there is an emergency in the outpatient department, most of the doctors are resting, and the department is empty, it is not easy for him to explain, so he has to call everyone, hold a meeting, and express his determination.

"Finally, let's talk about it. Although the person was rescued, he is still lying in the intensive care unit. Doctor Qi, you are his attending doctor. Can you tell me your opinion? If the person can wake up, what will happen to such a person? As a meritorious official, we still cannot allow the situation to continue to be delayed like this."

After arranging everything, Dean Hong left the most difficult problem until the end. Although the person was rescued, he was not completely rescued. Regarding the vegetative state, he also went through many archived records, but he is still at a loss. status.

In terms of treatment experience, it is still the attending doctors on the front line. Professional matters are left to professionals. Dean Hong looked at Dr. Qi hopefully.

"All the warhead fragments have been removed, but the damage to the organs in the chest is indeed serious. The vegetative state is most likely due to excessive ischemia during the injury, insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, and damage to the conscious nerves. I am really helpless in this regard! "

If there was a way, Doctor Qi would have used it long ago. All he can do now is observe the recovery of the injured person's wound every day. As a thoracic surgeon, he cannot open the patient's head to see.

Even neurosurgery doctors are helpless in the face of hypoxic brain injury. Whether it is now or decades later, the hope of waking up is very slim, not to mention the current lack of medical technology.

"Dr. Kang, do your Chinese medicine doctors have any relevant countermeasures?"

Dean Hong was also mentally prepared for Doctor Qi's answer. After sighing heavily, he looked towards the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. There was no other way.

"Those who suffer from corpse retardation are inhumane, with stuffy Qi and yin and yang separation and separation. However, after taking the pulse myself, I found that the pulse is stable, the body is unobstructed, and the true energy is not disordered. It is not like the evil that damages the brain and the mind. It looks like a corpse, but the little comrade looks like a corpse, which is difficult!"

Dr. Kang, an old doctor in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, stroked the white beard on his chin. This patient made the grooves on his face a little deeper. His cloudy eyes blinked a few times, and he slowly shook his head like an old magician.

"After discussion in our department, we still recommend auxiliary treatment with acupuncture to try to see if it can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, refresh the brain and rejuvenate the mind. As for traditional Chinese medicine, you can try it by taking Angong Niuhuang Pills a few times first!"

Angong Niuhuang Pill has the effects of strong heat, detoxification, and resuscitation. It can be used for stroke, coma, and brain injury.

At this time, only one company can make it, and it still dispenses medicine according to traditional recipes.

Is it just the price? It’s very expensive. One pill is almost an average person’s monthly salary.

"Use it, take out everything in the warehouse, as long as it works."

Dean Hong waved his hand generously. There is no need to wait for this kind of medicine at this time. It will be hidden somewhere. (End of chapter)