Chapter Ninety-Seven: My Buddha's Compassion (1)

Zhang Xiaoshuai was chattering, and suddenly there was a familiar voice outside the door, Zhang Xiaoshuai followed the prestige, and through the thick glass wall, Zhao Xin's thin and short figure really jumped into view, just now why didn't this old boy come to work today, it turned out that the head nurse had an order, and there was another important task.

"What do you see? Hurry up and open the door to pick up the patient! ”

After Zhao Xin's shouting, Zhang Xiaoshuai also noticed that there seemed to be two members of the stretcher team behind Zhao Xin, and when he saw that he was still carrying them, Zhang Xiaoshuai's face darkened in an instant, and he didn't know whether it was his own life that was declining, or if there was really a problem with the feng shui of the ward, why did the ward always accept such a particularly difficult master to serve this time?

Whether you are happy or not, you can't really refuse to accept it, right? Besides, since Zhao Xin personally went to pick it up, it must be not small, at least the chief nurse must have said hello, so this matter is not something he can do.

After a group of people were busy placing the patients in the intensive care ward, the two stretcher team members were the first to evacuate, and then everyone performed their duties, and they all left the scene, and finally except for the patients lying on the bed, only Zhang Xiaoshuai and Zhao Xin were left in the ward.

Zhang Xiaoshuai was originally a heavy guard today, because several particularly difficult patients were discharged from the hospital one after another, and died of illness, so he was rare and relaxed, but after a while, Zhao Xin made a special trip to send him such a 'hard goods'.

Why do you say 'not far away'? Because Zhao Xin set off with the ambulance last night, several people rushed to Y City, more than 1,000 kilometers away, overnight, and didn't even dare to sleep after picking up the patient, so they took turns driving back in the starry night.

Zhang Xiaoshuai looked at the patient on the bed who was so thin that he was about to lose his shape, and a playful smile flashed in his eyes.

"What kind of character is so awesome, it's like a secret connection of an underground party commissioner, is it so urgent?"

Zhao Xinshengsheng stayed up for a day and a night, his eyes were unkempt and bloodshot, and at first glance, he looked like he had taken drugs and taken drugs, and he was so haggard that he couldn't do it.

"Don't say it, it's no different from engaging in underground activities, it's not blowing with you, if it weren't for your brother's resourcefulness and improvisation yesterday, you might not really see your brother in the future."

As soon as he heard Zhao Xin say this, Zhang Xiaoshuai instantly became interested.

"What's going on? Tell me about my brother? ”

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As soon as Zhao Xin was about to speak, Wang Xue, the nurse in the disposal room, walked in with a tray, and seeing that the two were chatting, Wang Xue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and scolded with a smile:

"You two are too lucky, aren't you? You're going to be busy like a dog outside, you still have time to rub your teeth here, no, I have to give advice to the head nurse, and Ming'er will also assign me a deputy class. ”

As the so-called: Hearing the sound of the strings and knowing the elegance, as soon as Wang Xue spoke, Zhang Xiaoshuai greeted him with a smile.

"Don't! Sister Xue! Do you want to get a needle? Get busy! The small ones can help you tie them. ”

"Cut! Count you smart, the patient wants to open two intravenous infusions, you try to choose a thicker blood vessel, if you really can't tie it, don't pierce it, just call me, the patient hasn't eaten or drunk for five days, and you can't afford to toss like this. ”

After a few more words of precautions, Wang Xue hurriedly walked out of the intensive care ward, it was not that she intended to bully people, she was really busy outside, she wanted to go to the toilet an hour ago, but she didn't go to it until now, you just calculate how busy this must be!

Originally, when the patient got out of the ambulance, he was brought with a set of intravenous access, but because several people were sleepy and tired, their energy was inevitably a little lacking, so they accidentally touched the needle during the transportation process.

I just heard what Wang Xue meant, the patient has not eaten or drunk for five days and five nights, and must urgently need a large amount of fluids, in order to prevent repeated puncture and damage to the patient's blood vessels, re-inserting the indwelling trocar is indeed the most reasonable choice at present.

The indwelling trocar is a soft needle that can be kept in the patient's vein for a short period of time (about 3-5 days), which can effectively reduce the pain of repeated puncture of blood vessels, maintain vascular access, facilitate rescue, and also reduce the number of operations of nurses, and further improve work efficiency.

Although the indwelling trocar has many advantages, but because it is much larger than the general needle, and at the same time it also invisibly increases the difficulty of the nurse in the injection and puncture, the psychiatric ward is different from other comprehensive wards, the number of times the patient the needle is significantly less, Zhang Xiaoshuai has not seen him pricked the needle so far, so it is natural for Wang Xue to doubt his ability.

"Get aside, I'll come!"

Although he was so tired that his eyes were black and his legs were weak, Zhao Xin still walked over with a strong spirit, how difficult it is for the patient's blood vessels to be punctured, he had already learned it when he was in the car, and he had not eaten or drunk for so many days, and the blood vessels must be deflated and thin, and ordinary needles may not be easy to puncture, let alone a large needle as thick as an indwelling trocar.

"Rest on your side! I can't do it, you can go again. ”

Zhang Xiaoshuai moved quickly, neatly but not hecticly, Zhao Xin squinted and looked at it for a while, but in the end he obediently stepped aside.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoshuai had finished the needle cleanly and beautifully, the expression on Zhao Xin's face slowly changed from surprise and shock to natural and appreciation, of course he didn't know that when he was in school, Zhang Xiaoshuai won the championship of the technical operation competition for two consecutive years!

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"Dude, I didn't see it, it's really two!"

Zhang Xiaoshuai smiled slightly, with a noncommittal expression on his face, after all, it is the ability to eat, and it will definitely not hurt to study hard.

"Tell my brother about it! Why did you invite such a god and Buddha? ”

"Yo! Do you see that? ”

Zhao Xin smiled, but did not continue immediately, Zhang Xiaoshuai knew that he was deliberately selling Guanzi, so he simply made it clear:

"You're blind to me! Who can't see the big ring scar? ”

The current year is not good, the water and soil do not support people, there is more hair loss and baldness, and there are naturally more shaved heads, but even if it is not mainstream, no matter how unusual, I don't see anyone who is okay to play with the scar on the top of his brain, and there is more than one, Zhang Xiaoshuai just saw it very clearly, a full eight ring scars, eight ring scars? What's that concept? Others don't understand, but Zhang Xiaoshuai understands.

Speaking of which, the ring scar on the monk's head is also a symbol of status, just like the epaulettes on the shoulders of the soldiers, there is a strict hierarchy, usually the little monk who has just been shaved after a certain period of time, the old monk in the temple will point the first ring scar in his life, this scar is called 'pure heart', and when he has achieved a little, such as no longer giving mainstream saliva to the beautiful woman who comes to the temple to incense, etc., you can point the second ring scar, this scar is called 'Lefu'.

Generally speaking, the old monks of ordinary temples can have about five to six ring scars, and the presiding officers of important temples such as Shaolin Longfa Hall can point eight ring scars, and as for the legendary ten ring scars, it is estimated that only the respect of the Bodhidharma Patriarch is eligible for this honor.