Section 25 Alternative Pickling Skills
This answer made Zheng Xiaoyue very satisfied, and felt that the things that had been pinned on her heart for a long time finally had stability in place. She didn't speak, just looked at Liu Tianming, smiled slyly, and then continued to eat with her head down, breathing slightly from her nostrils.
"Are you free this weekend?" Liu Tianming's voice was very soft and clear.
Zheng Xiaoyue raised her head, covered the corners of her mouth with her left hand, and whispered "Eat", "What, you want to invite me to dinner?" β
Liu Tianming nodded, his eyes were very eager: "How about watching a movie together?" β
It was the first time he had invited a girl on a date so solemnly. Although he was very nervous, Liu Tianming felt very excited.
"Good! You said it, you're going to have a treat when the time comes! β
Zheng Xiaoyue does not have the slightest reserve that a girl should have.
It's not that she doesn't want to do this, it's just that there is really no need to do it in front of Liu Tianming. Zheng Xiaoyue thought very clearlyββββ being able to face the threat of Shao Laosan's gang and act bravely already showed that Liu Tianming's quality was good. What's more, since he has already chosen this boy, he should be given more opportunities.
Although Liu Tianming was not hungry at all, he still opened the lunch box and ate with Zheng Xiaoyue.
Outside the window, the sunlight shines obliquely through the blackout glass, which is not so dazzling, and the light is very soft.
The relationship between a man and a woman is so wonderful. Barriers and strangeness often disappear because of a certain opportunity, and the relationship with each other will suddenly become intimate. When the two of them finished eating and Zheng Xiaoyue went to clean the empty lunch box, Liu Tianming also took the opportunity to hold her hand.
He pretended to be a casual touch, and wanted to reach out and hand over the chopsticks. Now that your fingers have touched, simply open them and hold them directly.
Zheng Xiaoyue felt like an electric shock.
She subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but only half of it was withdrawn in Liu Tianming's palm.
It feels really good. Since he is willing to hold it, let it be as he pleases!
It's just that Zheng Xiaoyue still feels shy, her cheeks are flushed, she lowers her head and doesn't speak, but there is a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.
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The lunch break ended quickly. It's afternoon work time again.
Liu Tianming was not interested in knowing what the outpatient clinic was about the handling of the injured villagers in Luofeng Village. There are few patients in the afternoon, and the doctor will not let an intern like him interfere. Liu Tianming casually explained a few words to the people in the department, left the room, and walked in the direction of the laboratory department of the medical technology building opposite.
Liu Tianming has a feeling that there must be more than one patient like himself who has been infected by the virus. When he cleaned the wounds of the injured villagers in Luofeng Village, Liu Tianming had a new idea.
You should go to the laboratory department. Perhaps, it will be possible to find some kind of unexpected clue.
It wasn't that he didn't think about going to the urban village that night to find the family of the black mystery patient. It's just that Xiao Wu is dead, and the police have begun to intervene. If you go to that kind of place at this time, you will definitely attract attention. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Liu Tianming can only look for answers from other aspects.
He didn't dare to use the hospital computer to log into that website anymore.
Anyway, after going home in the evening, there is time.
The laboratory department is full of people at any given time. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Liu Tianming saw a long queue at the inspection window. These are all brought for urine tests. Those waiting for the test results were sitting in chairs on either side of the hallway, either in a daze or playing with their phones.
Zhang Deliang was not there, and Qian Guangsheng was the only one in the room. Liu Tianming pushed open the door and walked in, casually made an excuse, sat down on a chair in the corner of the room, pretended to be interested in the molecular detector and laboratory data, and watched there silently.
As long as it's human, you get sick.
As long as you are sick, you have to come to the hospital.
That's what most people think.
Liu Tianming's method of finding clues is very simpleββββ patients need to be checked when they come to the hospital. Even the most experienced doctors will require patients to do a detailed blood test or urine test for the condition that cannot be determined. Liu Tianming didn't know what the virus that infected him was, and he couldn't get answers from other aspects. But he was a doctor and knew something was wrong with his body. Moreover, the previous test sheet also showed that the number of red blood cells in his body was far lower than the normal index.
That is, according to the data analysis on the test sheet, he is severely anemic.
Whether this is the case or not, Liu Tianming does not know.
He did not have the authority to question all patients in the outpatient department, nor could he go to the archives to consult the medical records. The only way is to use the excuse of work and study, to classify the patient's examination documents here in the laboratory department, and find out the list that has the same situation as yourself.
Yes, severe anemia.
Such test orders are rare and very rare.
The simple reason is that in this materially affluent society, severe anemia is largely equated with malnutrition. The whole population of society is moving towards obesity, and similar diseases are naturally becoming less and less.
There is another possibility, that is, patients infected with the virus may be treated in other hospitals and will not come to the hospital where Liu Tianming is located. But from the perspective of probability, as long as Liu Tianming is not the first infected, then he has the possibility of being able to find other infectives through the same laboratory list.
It's like a multiple-choice question to make a judgment about which hospital these patients will go to when it is impossible to determine the exact number of patients. In short, as long as the infectious agent is present in the city, then the patient will definitely go to one of the many hospitals. In particular, the 29th People's Hospital is a public hospital, so it is naturally more attractive to patients.
Qian Guangsheng didn't notice that Liu Tianming was quietly checking the test sheets.
Even if he saw it, Qian Guangsheng wouldn't say anything.
Those documents are not secret documents after all, as long as they don't mess them up.
On a chair directly opposite the laboratory window, a well-proportioned young woman sits.
Because it was a positive angle, Qian Guangsheng saw the melon seed face with just the right amount of white and red. The eyelashes stained with too much mascara are long and curled, and the lilac eyeshadow raises the eyebrows, releasing a mysterious charm that is enough to evoke a man's fantasy. The long, supple black hair is curled in a bun at the back of the head, revealing a soft neck. She was wearing a thin suspender shirt, her skin was white and greasy, and although the undulation of her chest was not large, it also had obvious dents.
A very beautiful woman, but the leopard print skirt underneath was too short to see the base of her thighs wrapped in stockings.
Qian Guangsheng is very familiar with this woman. Her name is Wang Yilei.
Of course, that's the name on the test sheet.
She didn't know Qian Guangsheng.
Beautiful women attract attention wherever they go. Especially for a middle-aged man like Qian Guangsheng, who has not been married so far, there is an indescribable temptation. Of course, this may not be a woman's self-will, but it has already affected the people around her through her appearance and body.
The room was a little stuffy, Qian Guangsheng absentmindedly shouted his names in order, and then handed the test sheets one by one to the people who came to collect them. When Wang Yilei was called, the woman on the opposite side walked over, and it was a standard model step, which attracted the attention of the male creatures around her.
It was a pregnancy test.
Qian Guangsheng glanced at the word "positive" on the list, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then, he handed the list to the woman with a worried expression on her face, and said lightly, "Are you Wang Yilei?" β
The woman reached out to get the test sheet, but the list was held down tightly by Qian Guangsheng. His voice remained cold: "Don't rush to take it. Yesterday the machine was overhauled and there may have been a problem with your lab results. In order not to delay time, a list was issued in accordance with today's inspection standards. The exact numbers will not be determined until tomorrow's comparison. β
The machines in the laboratory department were not overhauled at all yesterday, and the data comparison was completely illusory.
However, Qian Guangsheng's words were very clear, and after Wang Yilei heard it, she only felt that the doctor was responsible for herself, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong. She thanked her repeatedly, looking faintly worried, so she asked, "Doctor, what should I do if there is a difference in the data comparison?" β
Qian Guangsheng glanced at her lightly, handed out a notepad with a ballpoint pen from the window, and said in a businesslike tone: "Leave a phone number and an address." We'll let you know to come and get the order. β
That's a very subtle trick.
If you go directly to a beautiful woman to ask for a phone address, I'm afraid you will only get a roll of the eyes, and you may even get a slap in the face. But if you find a high-sounding reason, it's different.
Wang Yilei did not doubt this, picked up the pen, and wrote down a string of numbers.
Of course, Liu Tianming would not understand Qian Guangsheng's hidden intentions. There are so many cases where patients leave phone calls to doctors, and no one thinks there's anything wrong with that.
What's more, Liu Tianming also has his own secrets.
Test sheets were quickly searched, mostly from yesterday and the day before yesterday. Today's inspection has not yet been completed. More than 300 test sheets swept through Liu Tianming's eyes one by one, and no case of anemia was found.
No one can say what is probability. There exists, and naturally there are errors.
There was still one last stack of test sheets left in the box. That was left earlier. Two days ago, or three days. Liu Tianming didn't have much hope for this, so he took it casually and pinched the corner of the paper like playing cards. Suddenly, the data printed out by the computer on one of the sheets caught his attention.
Heme is low, only 50~70g/L.
Liu Tianming felt that his pupils instantly constricted, and the movements in his hands were a little stiff.
The heme level of a normal person is at least 130, and it is impossible to have only 70g/L.
Could it be that the owner of this test sheet is the same as me, infected with the virus?