Outside the monitoring room, when he heard that Dean Weng was going to increase the dose of medicine, Director Lu's eyes widened like bull's eyes.

"What?

Need a higher dose?

That's enough to kill a healthy adult! Are you afraid that the patient will die slowly?"

He was almost about to scream.

"Director Lu, pay attention to your attitude, there are still family members of patients here!"

Dean Weng coughed heavily.

"I can tell you that the patient has taken the medicine just now, not only did not show any signs of deterioration, but also improved a little, so he has to increase the dose and take it again, understand?"

Although he was already a little disappointed in his heart, in front of outsiders, he still chose to believe Lu Fan and said Lu Fan's conclusion.

"Impossible, how is this possible?"

Director Lu was slightly distracted.

In his eyes, it was a highly poisonous prescription, which should be able to kill any seriously ill patient instantly, how could it not only not kill the patient, but also have some effect?

Dean Weng ignored him and went to the Chinese medicine department to get medicine.

After the medicine was caught, it was still Lu Fan who decocted the medicine himself.

Every step was too important for him to leave to anyone else.

After the second medicine was decocted, Lu Fan poured it into Uncle Zhong again as before, and then carefully did various examinations.

Dean Weng was also watching nervously from the side, he was even more nervous than Lu Fan himself.

If it is acceptable to persuade that there is no response to one drug, then there is no response after two consecutive doses of medicine, which can basically be regarded as a failure of this treatment.

As a fan, Dean Weng doesn't want to see his idol fail, and he doesn't want to see the myth shattered.

But the reality is often so cruel that he stared at the various instruments for more than ten minutes, and did not see any changes in the patient's physical characteristics.

Failed?

Dean Weng felt a little bitter in his heart.

After practicing medicine for decades, there are many patients he has not cured, even if they die in his hands and cannot get off the operating table, there are not a few.

It can be said that he has already looked down on life and death, of course, this life and death refers to the life and death of others.

But this time, although he was not the one who failed in treatment, the sadness in his heart was tens of thousands of times greater than his own treatment failure.

Sure enough, in this world, there is no doctor who can definitely save anyone.

Dean Weng suddenly felt very tired.

"The patient's condition has improved slightly, and he still needs to continue to take medication and observation, and I will stay here all this time. ”

Lu Fan seemed to see Dean Weng's tiredness, and the meaning of his words was to let the latter go to rest and rest.

"That's fine, I've delayed a lot of work these days in order to treat this injured person, and I can rest assured that you are watching here. ”

Dean Weng nodded.

When the idol fell from the altar, his attitude was not so respectful.

Of course, he still trusts Lu Fan, so he can leave with confidence.

As for whether he is going to work or rest, it is difficult to say.

After learning from Dean Weng that Uncle Zhong's situation had not improved substantially, and Lu Fan had promised to stay here, the hearts of everyone in the Shen family seemed to have let go of a big burden.

Anyway, for them now, whether it is Uncle Zhong's injury that stumbles Lu Fan, or whether Lu Fan cures Uncle Zhong and shows his medical skills and then examines them, it is a good thing.

However, of course, the Shen family will not accompany Lu Fan to guard here.

They left neatly.

Even if it was Shen Fengnian, he didn't stay.

After leaving the custody unit, Dean Weng returned to his office.

As one of the most important people in the hospital, his office is quite spacious and luxurious, with a cubicle with a bed and simple household items.

This is where Dean Weng usually rests.

He is now too old to always maintain his energy and must seize all free time to rest.

This time, for the sake of Uncle Zhong's injury, he didn't have a good rest for more than ten days, and the whole person was almost overdrawn, and as soon as he came to the lounge, he fell asleep on the bed all of a sudden.

It seems that there is something that I have forgotten to explain.

In a daze, Dean Weng still had a vague thought in his mind.

But the thought didn't stop him from sleeping, and he snored in no more than ten seconds at most.

When Dean Weng woke up again, it was eight o'clock.

"I didn't expect to sleep all day. ”

He muttered to himself and got up from the bed and stretched.

He remembered that it was still morning when he came back here, and perhaps because he was so tired, he slept for almost ten hours until eight o'clock in the evening.

No! Dean Weng suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

There was no light on in his room, but it was not dark at all.

It's not eight o'clock in the evening! It's eight o'clock in the morning! He's slept for more than twenty hours! How is the patient?

Dean Weng immediately thought of this question.

Although yesterday, he had determined that everything he could do to that patient had been done, and that he didn't need to be by that patient's side for the rest of the time.

But that doesn't mean he'll be away for almost a whole day at once.

After all, for seriously injured patients, there are too many accidents that can happen in a day.

But if there is anything, someone should come looking for him.

Dean Weng comforted himself, and he quickly sorted out his clothes, preparing to hurry to the custody room to have a look.

Although he had found comfort, he could not always be reassured that he would not see it with his own eyes.

Dean Weng walked out of the office quickly and walked to the elevator room.

The elevator door just opened, and standing inside were the director of the hospital and two old experts in the brain department.

"Dean Qin, who are you?"

Dean Weng's face changed suddenly.

He had already remembered what he had been thinking about before going to bed, and had forgotten what he had confessed! Yesterday he had already reported to the hospital that he would conduct a brain death assessment on the patient today! Once the brain death assessment was done, it meant that the rescue of the patient would be stopped, and it also meant that the previous treatment was at least not successful.

Seeing the few people in front of him, Dean Weng immediately understood that Dean Qin had brought two experts to identify the patient's brain death! After all, Uncle Zhong was an important figure in the Shen family, and the hospital did not dare to be too lazy, so even the president personally came to participate in this brain death determination.

However, the current situation is no longer the same as when he reported to the distance yesterday!"Old man, don't pretend to be confused with me, what am I here for, do you know?"

Perhaps because they felt that what they were going to do was too depressing, Dean Qin also made a joke.

But he also showed his intention.

He came to do a brain death test for Uncle Zhong!