8 beds are separated from the doctor's office by a nurse's station.

Zhang Tianyang hurried over, causing the office nurses in the nurses' station to frown.

"Who?"

"You can't run if there's no urgency in the hospital, don't you know!

The new little nurse went out and saw Zhang Tianyang's back, "It's a new arrival, right? ”

"New here, huh. The head nurse was operating on the computer and snorted coldly, "It must be a five-year system, and I have long heard of this year's intern pit." ”

"By the way, little classmate, you are also a newcomer, don't learn from him!"

......

Zhang Tianyang didn't know that his running caused the nurse to complain.

Even if you know, you don't have time to bother.

Now he only hopes that it will not be as he fears.

"8 beds, is that you?"

Hurriedly stopped in front of the 8th bed, Zhang Tianyang finally saw this uncle clearly.

"Doctor, are you doing rounds?"

Uncle was not drowsy and comatose as written in the course of the illness, and he could take the initiative to greet Zhang Tianyang.

But Zhang Tianyang did not let his guard down at all.

Some patients, one second you see that he is all right, the next second he can die for you.

What's more, although this uncle seems to be sitting on the bed and moving his upper body freely, his face is really bad.

Zhang Tianyang doesn't know feng shui and doesn't know fortune telling, but there are many patients who see it clinically, and he also has a premonition in the dark.

The moment he saw this uncle, he remembered four words:

Yintang is black!

"Doctor, can I not inhale this oxygen?"

Uncle was carrying the oxygen tube that he had ripped off by himself and bargained with Zhang Tianyang.

"You see right now, I'm still breathing very fast, it doesn't seem to be useful. ”

The buddy next to him who looks very similar to Uncle is also adding.

"Yes, yes, my dad has been like this since last night, shortness of breath, and he can't sleep well, sitting up in the middle of the night and panting......"

"Don't talk!"

Zhang Tianyang directly interrupted them, picked up Uncle's hospital gown and began auscultation.

In normal times, he would definitely listen to the medical history in detail, but now that the situation is urgent, there is no time to waste.

Shortness of breath, sitting breath in the middle of the night, coupled with the premise of liver failure and a history of hepatic encephalopathy, everything made Zhang Tianyang feel very bad.

What's more, this patient was critically ill 2 days ago!

The stethoscope fell on Uncle's left chest, starting with the heart.

"The heart rate is so fast and uneven. ”

The response in the stethoscope is about the same as the number on the monitor, more than 100 times a minute.

The ideal heart rate of a normal person should be controlled at 55-70 beats per minute, and doctors will find a way to control the heart rate after more than 85 times, let alone more than 100 times!

Listening to his lungs again, Zhang Tianyang's hands almost shook.

The lungs are full of crackles!

Respiratory rate 32 breaths per minute!

That's almost twice the normal breathing rate!

Uncle is visibly difficult to breathe, the blood oxygen saturation on the monitor has been below 95%, and the patient's self-reported oxygen inhalation is useless!

Press the foot again......

Not to mention the feet, all the way down to the knee is a big hole.

Severe pitting edema of both lower limbs!

Damn, when you get this kind of patient, you dare to leave your post because of your face!

Zhang Tianyang scolded in his heart, and immediately decided to call the senior doctor over.

In this case, he can't stand it, and Senior Brother She can't stand it either!

"Don't leave the family! wait for me to come back!"

Before the words fell, Zhang Tianyang had disappeared outside the ward.

......

"Let's get ready for a computer round!"

In the doctor's office, Professor Zhu made the exclusive handover form for the Zhu group, and beckoned a few white coats to prepare for the computer round.

"There are a couple of patients that need to be taken care of, first of all this 8-bed ...... Who's in charge of the 8 beds?"

"It's me. ”

Senior Brother She didn't know when he had come back from "going to the toilet", so he answered.

"Yes, this patient is a bit difficult, Xiao She, Doctor She, how is his condition......"

Professor Zhu was just about to ask about his condition when he heard a creaking sound next to him.

The rough way of opening the door made the doctors who were working inside frown.

Zhang Tianyang leaned in halfway, and Professor Zhu and the white coat behind him were all pale.

"Dr. Zhang, how are you ......?"

"Professor, go and see the 8th bed, I don't think the patient is very good!"

Zhang Tianyang directly and rudely interrupted Professor Zhu's words.

Professor Zhu was rarely directly interrupted like this, but he was stunned for only half a second before he reacted quickly.

"Let's go, let's see!"

Zhang Tianyang turned around and ran, followed by Professor Zhu.

Although he is fifty or sixty years old, when the patient has an accident, he is not lost to the young man at all.

Senior Brother He, the attending doctor, and Senior Sister Chen, a regular training physician, also followed without saying a word.

Senior Brother She's reaction was half a beat slower, and he didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart.

"Isn't bed 8 my patient? not good? Not really?

Can an intern judge accurately?

Eighty percent is not enough clinical experience and makes a fuss. ”

Having said that, Senior Brother She didn't step much slower, only stepping into the ward 5 seconds later than Zhang Tianyang and them.

Professor Zhu moved faster than Zhang Tianyang, glanced at the monitor that was alarming Didi, and touched Uncle A's body with the stethoscope in his hand.

Zhang Tianyang was in a hurry in the back.

Uncle's condition is critical.

The condition has progressed to such an extent that he Zhang Tianyang has no way to reverse it.

He and his hope and hope, Professor Chu can do something.

But Professor Zhu's attentive auscultation, his face with a smile all the time was already as cold as ice, so serious that people didn't dare to make even a trace of sound.

The family member is the son of an 8-bed uncle, and at this time he seems to feel something, and his eyes slowly turn red.

After more than a minute of careful auscultation and a physical examination, Professor Zhu slowly stuffed the stethoscope back into his pocket.

She deliberately slowed down her voice, and bent down to be on the same plane as Uncle 8.

"It's alright, a little problem. ”

Then, she patted Uncle on the shoulder, turned her head, and glanced at the family.

"The family members came out for a moment. ”

The family members followed Professor Zhu, and a group of white coats followed the family members, silently re-entering the doctor's office together.

There were not many empty chairs in the doctor's office, and instead of letting a group of white coats sit down, Professor Zhu moved a chair for the family brother.

"Sit. ”

The little brother, who had never been treated like this, had red eyes and was about to drip blood, so he stood there stunned, and paused for a long time before squeezing out a sentence.

"Doctor, my dad ......"

"It's not good. ”

Professor Zhu directly gave the results he least wanted to hear.

Obviously, the family members and the white coat standing behind them were all breathless at this moment.

"Doctor ......"

The little brother's voice trembled.

He has been critically ill twice, and his father has indeed survived the first two times, and now he is even awake, can still talk, and can eat.

But the first two times, the doctor just tactfully told him, "Your father is not doing well now." ”

Right now......

The family refused to sit, and Professor Zhu didn't sit either, just standing and staring into the eyes of the little brother.

"Are you the only one in the family, and where are the other family members?"

"Also, and my mom, she just went to buy food......"

"Call it back. ”

As soon as Professor Zhu said this, the little brother's body shook visibly.

"Really...... It's true...... No way...... He's woken up......"

The little brother gritted his teeth and endured, trying to control his emotions and expressions.

But Zhang Tianyang saw him clenching his trembling hands.

"Back to the light, have you heard?"

Professor Zhu is calm and serious, and even seems a little "cold" to some extent.

But so is the duty of a doctor.

Healing and saving people, at the same time, also let them see the truth of cruelty.

The little brother was speechless.

Professor Zhu patted him on the shoulder and stuffed him with a business card.

"If you can call it back, call it quickly, the patient is awake now, and it won't be necessary in a while. ”

"If it's not far from home, let's see if we can send it back. ”

"If it's too late, it won't necessarily be delivered. ”

......

The family brother left, and there was silence in the doctor's office.

"Alright, alright. ”

Professor Zhou clapped his hands vigorously to attract everyone's attention.

"Xiao She, Doctor She, you hurry up and get a critical illness notice and sign it for your family.

For the rest, it's time to get ready for a computer round. ”

Senior Brother She went to get the critical illness notice, Zhang Tianyang watched from behind, his fists tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened.

Although the knowledge had already told him the answer, he still couldn't hold back.

Finally, I still asked the sentence, and the family didn't say it.

"Professor, 8 beds, is there really no way? We can't do anything?"