"Doctor, save my child," the child's mother sobbed and cried. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Doctor, you help, if you can cure my son's illness, how can I thank you" The child's father was so anxious that he almost knelt down for Lin Siyang.

"Don't worry, I'll help you rescue" Lin Siyang knew in his heart that the child's convulsions were caused by febrile convulsions. He led the child's parents to the injection room, quickly pumped 3mg of dexamethasone with a needle, the child's mother lifted the child's clothes, and Lin Siyang gave the child an injection.

Next, Lin Siyang prepared some more alcohol, diluted it and handed it to the child's mother, asking her to continue to give the child a scrub bath.

At the same time, Lin Siyang came to the ward with the infusion stand and liquid, he hung up the liquid, and used a needle to draw two vials of Jemycin into the liquid.

"Doctor, it doesn't matter to my child, right?" Although the severity and frequency of the child's convulsions have decreased, the child's mother is still uneasy to ask.

"Although this eldest sister is relieved, I will do my best to rescue it" In the face of the patient's current condition, Lin Siyang did not dare to make any package tickets with the patient's family.

During my internship at Tiandu Medical College, there were cases of doctor-patient disputes caused by inexperienced doctors explaining their illnesses to family members.

Everything is ready, what makes Lin Siyang feel worried is that he has never pricked the scalp needle for such a big baby, and the infinfusion of a three-month-old baby is impossible to complete the infusion operation without excellent technology.

Lin Siyang asked the child's mother to hold the child tightly, after routine disinfection, he only felt that his hand holding the needle was slightly trembling, the child was too small, and he didn't have any spectrum in his heart to give such a small baby an infusion.

After the needle was inserted, Lin Siyang groped under the child's skin with his hand, and he constantly changed the direction of the needle and grasped the depth of the needle.

After trying for a while, there was still no blood return, Lin Siyang sighed slightly, and in desperation, he had to pull out the needle.

"Doctor, don't worry, you can prick as much as you want" Although the child's father was anxious, he still comforted Lin Siyang on the side.

"This big brother, to be honest with you, I have never given a child a scalp needle before, otherwise, I will ask another doctor to give it a try" Lin Siyang wiped the sweat drops on his forehead while seeking the opinions of the parents of the patient.

"Doctor, I believe you, you can boldly prick it, and we will not complain after a few stitches," said the child's father, who did not seek his wife's consent.

"Since you say so, I'll try again," Lin Siyang said, re-draining the gas from the infusion tube and exhaling deeply to maintain maximum composure.

A new needle puncture site was selected on the child's scalp and disinfected again, and due to the child's young age, only a thin blue vein was seen on the scalp.

Lin Siyang has not yet entered the needle, a drop of water suddenly dripped on the back of his hand, Lin Siyang knew very well in his heart, it was a teardrop rolling down the cheeks of the mother of the child, the child is the flesh of the mother's heart, seeing her child sick like this, who can be a mother calmly?

Lin Siyang looked up at the child's mother, she nodded at Lin Siyang, but did not speak, Lin Siyang could understand the meaning from her eyes.

The conventional technique of needle insertion is to prick straight first, and then tilt the angle of the needle body after the needle tip passes through the dermis.

There was finally blood return in the infusion tube, Lin Siyang hurriedly fixed the needle handle, and then adjusted the speed of liquid infusion, and when all the operations were completed, Lin Siyang found that the clothes on his body were soaked, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his back.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you, I really don't know what to say" The child's mother finally breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes still soaked with tears.

Lin Siyang smiled bitterly, even if Shicai's needle happened to penetrate the blood vessel, it was all luck.

Under the gentle patting of his mother, he gradually stopped his convulsions and fell asleep quietly, Lin Siyang's eyes couldn't help but be sour, how happy a child is to have his mother's care!

The child's vital signs were checked again, and the body temperature had dropped from 38.9°C to 37.3°C, and the cardiopulmonary function was as usual.

Lin Siyang instructed the patient's family to take close care of the child, and he returned to the consultation room to continue the consultation.

It was about half past eight that Hu Meijiao came to work in the clinic, and after seeing a patient with acute enteritis, she put down her stethoscope and left.

Lin Siyang frowned slightly, thinking in his heart, this Doctor Hu has a lot of things, could it be that it is something wrong again?

After treating the patients who came to the clinic, Lin Siyang came to the injection room to visit the child, who had woken up and was sucking milk on his mother's chest, very peaceful.

"Doctor, thank you, if it weren't for you today, my child would not be saved," the child's father said affectionately, holding Lin Siyang's hand.