My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

Chapter 1112 - 439: The Consequences of Excessive Cleaning, and a Piece of Good News



Chapter 1112: Chapter 439: The Consequences of Excessive Cleaning, and a Piece of Good News


“I am not married yet.”


Zhou Can was quite willing to end his long relationship and marry Su Qianqian.


But she was worried that her kidney disease couldn’t be cured, so she refused to register their marriage.


“Do you have a girlfriend?”


The anesthesiologist seemed to get along well with him. Maybe it was because Zhou Can was a disciple of Director Feng of the Anesthesiology Department, making him half a doctor of their department, so they were especially friendly to him.


“Yes, I have! We’ve been together for almost four years now!”


Zhou Can hadn’t realized that as time went by, it had almost been four years.


Time goes by so fast.


“It seems like your financial situation isn’t bad! Why aren’t you married yet?” She said, with a glint in her eyes.


Because men who have been in a relationship for a long time but aren’t willing to marry are mostly just playing around.


“Uh… there’s a small issue I haven’t resolved yet. I was just wondering, is having a child good or not?”


Zhou Can shifted the topic.


“It really depends on how you see it. Having a child means an increased financial burden and you need to spend time with them and educate them. However, a child can bring vitality and hope to a family. Take me for example, sometimes I work late and feel exhausted. But when I see my daughter when I come home, I feel like it’s all worth it. Also, during couples’ arguments, a child can be a bond to ease conflicts… All in all, having a child is definitely a good thing. A life without children is not a complete life.”


She shared some insights and experiences with Zhou Can from her perspective.


“Alright, I have to go to the ward to help Director Hee check on a patient with alveolar air leak, see you later!”


Zhou Can waved and walked out of the operating room.


The anesthesiologist’s words echoed in his ears.


He seemed to understand Su Qianqian’s position a bit. If her kidney disease couldn’t be cured, Zhou Can’s parents might not agree to the marriage after they found out. After marriage, once the novelty wore off, there might be arguments due to the inability to have children.


Their marriage would be full of crises.


“Where can I get the Purple Back Eight-pointed Lotus?”


The Seven-Colored Toad was already obtained, only the last ingredient was missing, but there was no progress.


Maybe he could use the power of his social circle.


Zhou Can’s social circle had many classmates and colleagues in the medical field.


Decided, he posted a status in his social circle.


“If anyone has information on this purple eight-pointed lotus, please let me know, thank you!”


The picture was found online.


After posting, he paid no further attention to it.


He went to Director Hee’s office and found that Director Hee had indeed set up a simple folding bed to sleep.


This kind of folding bed is commonly used by the hospital to temporarily add patient beds.


Sometimes when doctors work late, they also temporarily borrow it from the supply room to get through the night. This supply room refers to the department’s storage room, not the hospital’s supply department.


Applying for items from the supply department involves complicated procedures.


Doctors would rather sleep on the floor than go to the supply department to borrow a bed. Just moving it over would tire a person out.


“Director Hee!”


He called out, and Director Hee woke up.


Middle-aged people tend to be light sleepers, easily woken up.


“Have you finished the surgery? I’m sorry to trouble you with the patient diagnosis so late.”


Director Hee slept in his clothes with just a light cover.


Despite being selfish, he was very responsible for his patients. When encountered with patients developing severe post-operative complications, he would often seek assistance and work late through the night.


Being older, with not as much energy, his dedication to prioritizing patients’ lives is truly commendable.


“No need for formalities, Director Hee. Which bed is the patient on?”


“Bed 3 in the monitoring room.”


This monitoring room refers to the department’s small monitoring room, not the hospital’s Intensive Care Medicine Department.


The two entered the monitoring room, changed clothes, and went into the ward, where doctors and nurses on duty were busy.


Compared to the ICU of the Intensive Care Medicine Department, the patients here were relatively less critical. However, they still couldn’t afford to be careless, as it might lead to patient deaths.


Suction, medication changes, and strict monitoring of blood pressure, blood oxygen, heart rate, and respiratory rate are basic routine tasks.


Additionally, urine output, color, body temperature, blood pressure, etc., need to be recorded every fifteen minutes or half-hour.


Then there is drug pumping, nasogastric feeding, and so on.


There are basically two situations for patients here: post-surgery needing close monitoring in a sterile environment for a while, or patients whose condition is too critical to qualify for surgery temporarily.


For instance, car accidents, high falls, accidental stabbings, etc.


If doctors evaluate and find that a patient might die on the operating table or if bleeding conditions are unclear, these patients would need observation and treatment in the monitoring room to see if surgery becomes possible.


“This is the patient! After having surgery the day before yesterday, complications occurred.”


Vice Director Hee brought Zhou Can to bed 3.


The patient’s blood oxygen level was still very low and breathing was particularly labored. There were continuous bubbles in the drain bottle.


This was especially severe when the patient coughed.


“Today is the second day after surgery, right?”


“Yes!”


“Was the drainage started immediately after the surgery ended?”



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