It took less than five minutes for Zhang Tianyang to penetrate the old lady's cerebrospinal fluid.

But the process of extracting cerebrospinal fluid, injecting water for injection, pumping again, re-injecting, re-injecting, re-injecting, and re-pumping took him an hour and a half.

So much so that the fixed time of visits every afternoon was postponed.

In accordance with humanitarian principles, as well as concerns about the patient's right to privacy, the physician should withdraw from the patient when performing a procedure that may expose the patient's limb.

So the curtains, which could have been opened at 3:10, were postponed for fifteen minutes because of the 76-bed old lady.

It wasn't until Zhang Tianyang finished finishing his work, resetting the old lady, and sorting out the discarded items that the nurse in the ICU opened the thick curtains under the expectant eyes of the family members outside the ward.

Lin Ke'an, the new junior follower, rushed to deal with the pile of garbage with great discernment.

Zhang Tianyang was happy in his heart, feeling that he had made a correct decision.

After all, there are also contaminants in the waist wear bag, and it has to be separated, which is actually quite troublesome.

Washing his hands to himself, his eyes swept over the window where the curtains had been drawn.

It's really crowded.

The window is not large, and the two pieces of glass may be as wide as one meter and a half and one meter high.

There are three windows throughout the B area.

The window was crowded with people.

After all, for the families of patients in the ICU ward, this is the only time of day to visit.

And only from afar.

Zhang Tianyang's eyes swept over the crowd, and then paused in the leftmost corner of the leftmost window.

The family of the 76 bed, the old man was there.

Compared with the other family members scrambling forward to find the best perspective, he seemed very calm.

From beginning to end, he just stood quietly, his body swaying from side to side by the people next to him, but as long as he could see the old lady's hospital bed, he was satisfied.

But Zhang Tianyang saw his eyes.

I saw the light that rose slightly in his eyes, and the thin layer of mist.

So Zhang Tianyang also followed the old man's gaze and saw the old lady lying motionless on the bed.

Saw her blood-colored cerebrospinal fluid.

It was as if I had seen the day she opened her eyes.

"Don't worry. ”

Zhang Tianyang's voice was very soft.

"Once the waist is made, she will slowly get better. ”

"The notes you copied will not be in vain. ”

......

The ICU ward in the morning is not at all the same as the ICU ward during the afternoon visit.

Zhang Tianyang inspected once in the morning under the leadership of Song Changkong, and at that time he felt the atmosphere similar to that in the emergency room, when the door was not open.

The environment is quiet.

Only the patient's monitors are ticking.

And now, walking from Area A to Area E, although only a few curtains have been opened, it always makes people feel noisy.

In addition to the old lady with 76 beds, there are currently two patients belonging to Song Changkong.

Zhang Tianyang finally found the time to familiarize himself with the condition and the patient.

Three beds, each 76.78.80.

The old lady with 76 beds is in the most serious B section.

Beds 78 and 80 are in Zone C, in other words, both are drug-resistant infections.

Zhang Tianyang paced to the door of Area C.

One step further inside, there is bed 78.

Lying on bed 78 was a 27-year-old young male in a coma.

Zhang Tianyang stood at the back of the crowd and carefully observed him during his ward rounds in the morning.

Big face plate, double chin, facial features look a little fierce, bald head.

The body is fat and strong, and there are cyan tattoos on the arms that I don't know what the specific pattern is.

It is possible that it was tattooed when he was still thin, but now it has changed.

His left arm was flexed, and several steel tubes penetrated the skin, attaching to the outer brace and holding his bones in place.

Looking at the medical records, I was admitted to the hospital because of a fight.

Not only did he break his left arm, but he also had an intracranial infection.

The length of hospitalization was 42 days.

For a month and a half, he remained in a coma.

During this period, none of the fox friends who sent him to the hospital reappeared.

But Zhang Tianyang used the computer next to the hospital bed to board the doctor's workstation and call up his medical records.

As a rule of thumb, patients don't have too much money in their medical cards.

On the one hand, the deposit in the inpatient department is only in cash, and on the other hand, it has to be refunded if it is not used up.

So most of the time, he opened the medical record and saw that the balance was mostly floating in a few hundred to one or two thousand.

can exceed 5,000, Zhang Tianyang will silently give him the label of "local tyrant" in his heart.

But this patient with 78 beds has a balance of more than 70,000 in his account.

Zhang Tianyang deliberately called out his hospitalization expenses, and in the past month and a half, he has used 170,000.

And now, he is lying in bed, never awake once, nor has he reacted to external stimuli, but he is still spending money on it.

The man who paid him the money, apparently did not give up on him.

The little nurse was wearing an isolation gown, removing the nebulized inhalation tube from his head.

Then he put a mobile phone with a plastic glove on it and gently placed it to his ear.

Zhang Tianyang looked at the phone and was stunned for a moment.

Turning his head, he looked out the window.

Directly behind the window of the bed stood a middle-aged man with eyebrows similar to those of the patient on the bed.

He happened to be holding up his mobile phone, sticking it to his ear, his mouth opening and closing, and he was talking about something.

"Don't look, that's his dad. ”

The little nurse removed the nebulization inhalation machine, and while continuing to be busy, she solved Zhang Tianyang's doubts by the way.

"The phone was also handed in by his father. ”

"Although family members are not allowed to enter during daily visits, we can still help bring in things like mobile phones. ”

"His dad would talk to him every day, but he couldn't hear him. ”

"By the way, are you just an intern?"

Zhang Tianyang nodded at her in response.

"Stop chatting!

The head nurse's call came from afar, and the little nurse blinked helplessly.

"Can you help me untie the strap on the back?"

With the help of Zhang Tianyang, the little nurse took off the isolation gown belonging to bed 78, folded the white isolation gown again, hung it back at the end of the bed, and then went to another bed to help with her hands and feet.

Zhang Tianyang also looked out the window again.

The middle-aged man's face was full of tiredness that could not be concealed, and there was a twilight that did not match his age.

There are already gray hairs on the sideburns.

Zhang Tianyang's eyes are good, and he can even see that those white hairs are actually white at the roots, and then suddenly turn black at a certain moment, and there is no gray gradient.

Come to think of it, middle-aged men used to dye their hair, but they couldn't care about it recently.

His clothes were dark and showed signs of the rubbing of time.

And those two phones.

The one placed next to the ear of the 78-bed patient seems to be an Apple mobile phone, and the style should be quite new.

But what the middle-aged man outside the ward was holding in his hand seemed to be an old Redmi mobile phone, the kind that cost less than 1,000 yuan in total.

And there are already bumps and scratches on the body of the phone, and there seem to be cracks on the screen.

Zhang Tianyang looked at the middle-aged man, thinking about the balance in the 78-bed medical card, and was a little silent for a while.

But even if Zhang Tianyang stared at him like this, even if he was standing by the bedside, the middle-aged man never noticed him.

The middle-aged man's gaze was only on the hospital bed from beginning to end.

In the precious half hour that he could see his son every day, there was no room for anything else in his eyes.

Zhang Tianyang also set his eyes on the young man who was 78 beds.

He didn't know how the patient's first 27 years were.

He didn't know what the patient thought when he got a tattoo on his arm, changed his mobile phone, and then ate and drank with his fox friends and dogs, and finally got into a fight because he didn't know what the conflict was.

All he could see was his eyes closed in the hospital bed, trembling all over.

He could only see the middle-aged man outside the window who had experienced vicissitudes.

He didn't know if the patient would wake up eventually.

He didn't know if he would regret it when he woke up.

The things in the world are nothing more than that.

Ten minutes later, the visit ended.

Zhang Tianyang picked up the mobile phone at the ear of the 78 bed with his own hands, and also closed the heavy curtain with his own hands.

In the ICU ward, calm was restored again.