The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The midday sun shines through the window and onto the bed.

The young man is still sleeping, like Snow White in the crystal coffin.

After the meeting, the experts from Jinrui Hospital came to this ward. The originally deserted ward became more lively.

"It takes seven days to remove the sutures normally, but I extended it to 14 days. Let's take a look at the incision first!"

After carefully pulling out the stethoscope from under the quilt, Doctor Qi turned to discuss with the other experts.

"How are your lungs recovering?"

Dean Hong still remembered that Li Feng had removed a small piece of lung lobe. Although it was not big, he still asked him immediately. The risk of thoracotomy itself was relatively high. If there were still problems, he would rather wait for two more days, otherwise he would If the stinging pain occurs when the sutures are removed, causing further lung problems, it will be troublesome.

"I have no problem hearing it. The voice is clear and there is no noise. Fortunately, I am still young and recover relatively quickly. How about you give it a listen!"

Dean Hong did not hesitate and stepped forward to pick up Dr. Qi's stethoscope. Listening to lung sounds was a doctor's basic skill. Even if other skills were delayed due to administrative work, he was still confident in this skill.

After carefully tapping the dressing on the chest several times, Dean Hong nodded and confirmed Doctor Qi's judgment.

"No problem, let's tear it down!"

The white quilt was gently lifted by the nurse, and Li Feng, wearing a hospital gown, was fully visible to everyone in the ward.

But the situation seems to be a little subtle. The nurses on both sides of the quilt just now paused subconsciously when they reached the second half of the quilt.

"It's better to be young~!"

Dr. Kang from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine took a look. Even though he had been a doctor for so many years and had seen talented people, he couldn't help but sigh.

Standing at the door, Huang Yaqin was heartbroken. She had no idea what was going on. She stood on tiptoes and looked into the ward. However, the door was closed. Through the glass, she could only see a group of white coats surrounding the hospital bed. The quilt seemed to be lifted up.

For some reason, in the ward, some of the doctors who were looking at the patient just now looked towards the door with a look of confusion.

The nurse who was not surprised was not embarrassed at all. The one on the right even covered her mouth and snickered. As a result, she received a glare from her own dean.

Doctor Ding, who was close to the corner, had a rosy complexion, tilted his head slightly, pressed his upper and lower lips together tightly, his eyes were wandering, and he was embarrassed to look at the hospital bed.

"Ahem, unbutton, be careful not to touch the dressing!"

It was Director Hong who had come from this experience and quickly asked everyone to change their focus. The patient was still lying down, and the temperature in the room meant that it was not appropriate to waste any more time and keep the person cold.

As the buttons of the hospital gown were unbuttoned, more than 20 centimeters of dressings were displayed in front of all the doctors and nurses from the chest to the abdomen.

Even if they often deal with patients, most people can't help but frown when they see such a large surgical incision.

The dressing, which had been changed just a few days ago, was still white, and the white was a bit dazzling.

Doctor Qi tiptoed around a corner and took a rough look at it under the light.

"The situation is very good~!"

Maybe because he has been practicing medicine for many years, he has never seen an incision that has healed so well. This time, without even asking Dean Hong to confirm, he directly tore off the tape on both sides to reveal the wound on the incision.If Li Feng's snow-white skin was originally like a porcelain doll, like a work of art, now, his chest is pressed against his belly, his ribs are obvious, and there is a ferocious "big centipede" lying on it.

As Li Feng breathed, the long and thin scars were somewhat irregular, and the skin near the threads on both sides was slightly red, similar to inflammation. However, the fit was very good, and there was no infection. It was just a sign of body rejection.

The impact point next to the heart pit is slightly sunken, and you can see the tender flesh that has just grown out. It is pink and tender, but it is surrounded by sutures, which looks scary.

"It's better to be young!"

Doctor Kang couldn't help but sigh again.

Indeed, after suffering such a big injury, most people would have died a long time ago. Although this young man did not wake up, he had to say that the recovery from the wound was really beautiful, whether it was the growth of granulation or the engagement scars. .

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have really doubted whether the patient was secretly eating nutritious food at night.

"There is no need to delay, hurry up and dismantle it, be gentle with your hands and feet!"

No matter how good the recovery is, it's still useless if the person can't wake up. Dean Hong put the stethoscope on the bedside table and looked at the time on the watch on the cabinet, feeling a little irritated for no reason.

Wound recovery itself requires nutritional supplementation, but this injured person can only drink some thin liquid food. It is okay for a while, but it will definitely not be able to endure it for a long time. For him, waking up a day earlier can really help him. Come to life, otherwise, everything will be in vain.

"Dean Hong, how is my son-in-law doing?"

Looking at Dean Hong walking out of the door, Father Huang, who looked haggard, held his daughter's shoulders, glanced at the ward, and asked with concern.

Huang Yaqin on the side also looked nervous, clutching the corners of his father's clothes with both hands, and his eyes were filled with lingering sadness.

"The incision is recovering well, and the stitches are being removed. There is no way to detect the brain damage at the moment. Everything can only rely on his willpower and desire to survive!"

"This is the Angong Niuhuang Pill from the hospital. Crush it and give it to him. After the sutures are removed, he will be given acupuncture for external stimulation. Let's see if it can have any effect."

Dean Hong came out specifically to explain this to Li Feng's family members. After all, from their clothes, it can be seen that the father and daughter are decent, especially the father named Huang, even though he has spent so many days with his daughter. Even though he was wearing it, he still had that "taste" of not being angry and confident.

After hearing the dean's words, Xiao Huang Xiji's eyes gradually dimmed, and Old Huang also sighed deeply. This feeling of powerlessness has nothing to do with the level. When facing the disease, he is helpless.

Xiao Huang, who took the three hexagonal boxes of Angong Niuhuang Pills and held them in his hands, felt like crying and slowly curled up and squatted down.

"Comrade, please be more relaxed. You are still pregnant. A bad mood will also affect the child in your belly. It is a good thing that the incision is recovering well. I will make arrangements for it when we go to the obstetrics and gynecology department. The doctor will check you out, don't be too sad, our hospital will think of a solution!"

Even if it is just an excuse, Dean Hong must say it out. Whether it is Li Feng or his father-in-law, he needs to stand up and cheer them up. The family members cannot collapse before the patient collapses.

"Thank you, please, Dean Hong, thank you!"

Lao Huang helped his daughter to a bench nearby and shook Dean Hong's hand vigorously.

Li Feng, who was lying on the hospital bed, didn't know that he could still take more than one pill worth 11 yuan in his previous life.

It's true that the wild boar has eaten the fine chaff. (End of chapter)