Outside the intensive care unit, Director Lu's eyes widened like bull's eyes when he heard that Dean Weng was going to increase the dose of medicine.
"What?
Do you need to increase the dose?
The dose just now is enough to kill a healthy adult! Are you afraid that the patient will die slowly? "
He almost shouted.
"Director Lu, pay attention to your attitude, there are still family members of the patients here!"
Dean Weng coughed heavily.
"I can tell you that after the patient took the medicine just now, not only did he not show any signs of deterioration, but he actually got a little better, so he had to increase the dose and take another dose. Do you understand?"
Although he was already a little disappointed in his heart, he still chose to believe Lu Fan and expressed Lu Fan's conclusion in front of outsiders.
"Impossible, how is this possible?"
Director Lu was slightly absent-minded.
In his eyes, it was a highly poisonous prescription that should kill any seriously ill patient immediately. How could it not only not kill the patient, but also have some effect?
Dean Weng ignored him and went to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department to get some medicine.
After the medicine was caught, Lu Fan still boiled the medicine himself.
Every step now was too important for him to leave to others.
After the second portion of medicine was cooked, Lu Fan once again drank it for Uncle Zhong as before, and then carefully conducted various inspections.
Dean Weng was also watching nervously. He was even more nervous than Lu Fan himself.
If it is acceptable to be convinced that there is no response to the medicine once, then if there is no response after taking the medicine twice in a row, it can basically be regarded as a failure of the 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. He stared at each instrument for more than ten minutes, but did not see any changes in the patient's physical characteristics.
Did it fail?
Dean Weng felt a little bitter.
After practicing medicine for decades, he failed to cure many patients, and many of them died in his hands before leaving the operating table.
It can be said that he has long looked down upon 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 the treatment, the sadness in his heart was tens of thousands of times greater than the failure of his own treatment.
Sure enough, there is no doctor in this world who can definitely save anyone.
Dean Weng suddenly felt very tired.
"The patient's condition has improved slightly. He still needs to continue taking medication and observing him. I will stay here during this period."
Lu Fan seemed to notice Dean Weng's tiredness, and his words meant that the latter could rest.
"That's fine. In order to treat this injured person these days, I have missed a lot of work. Now that you are here to watch, I can feel more at ease."
Dean Weng nodded.
When the idol fell from the altar, his attitude became less respectful.
Of course, he still trusted Lu Fan, so he could leave with peace of mind.
As for whether he was going to work or rest, it was hard to say.
After learning from Dean Weng that Uncle Zhong's situation had not improved substantially, and that Lu Fan had promised to stay here, everyone in the Shen family seemed to have put down a big burden.
Anyway, for them now, whether it was Uncle Zhong's injury that tripped up Lu Fan, or whether Lu Fan cured Uncle Zhong and showed off his medical skills and then examined them, it was a good thing.
But of course the Shen family would not accompany Lu Fan to stay here.
They left neatly.
Even Shen Fengnian didn't stay.
Dean Weng returned to his office after leaving the ward.
As one of the most important people in the hospital, his office is quite spacious and luxurious. There is also a small cubicle with a bed and simple daily necessities.
This is where Dean Weng usually rests.
He is now older and cannot always maintain high energy, so he must seize every free moment to rest.
This time, because of Uncle Zhong's injury, he hadn't had a good rest for more than ten days. He was almost exhausted. As soon as he came to the lounge, he fell asleep on the bed.
It seems that there is one more thing that I forgot to explain.
In the daze, Dean Weng still had a vague idea in his mind.
But this thought didn't stop him from sleeping. Within ten seconds at most, he started snoring.
When Dean Weng woke up again, it was eight o'clock.
"I didn't expect that I slept all day long."
He muttered, getting up from the bed and stretching.
He remembered that it was still morning when he came back here. Perhaps because he was too tired, he slept for almost ten hours until eight o'clock in the evening.
wrong! Dean Weng suddenly realized something was wrong.
There was no light on in his room, but it wasn't dark at all.
It's not eight o'clock in the evening! It's eight o'clock in the morning! He actually slept for more than twenty hours! How is the patient?
Dean Weng immediately thought of this problem.
Although yesterday, he had determined that everything he could do to the patient had been done, and he did not need to stay by the patient's side for the rest of the time.
But that didn't mean he could be gone for almost an entire day at once.
After all, for seriously injured patients, there are too many accidents that may happen in one day.
But if there is really something, someone should come looking for him.
Dean Weng comforted himself. He quickly arranged his clothes and prepared to go to the intensive care unit to take a look.
Although he has found comfort, he can't rest assured without seeing it with his own eyes.
Dean Weng walked out of the office quickly and walked to the elevator.
The elevator door just opened, and standing inside were the director of the hospital and two old experts from the brain department.
"Dean Qin, what are you doing?"
Dean Weng's expression suddenly changed.
He has already remembered what he was thinking about before going to bed and forgot what he was told! Yesterday, he reported to the hospital that he would conduct a brain death assessment on the patient today! Once a brain death diagnosis is made, it means that the patient's rescue will be stopped, and it also means that the previous treatment was at least unsuccessful.
Seeing the 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 neglect him too much, so even the director came to attend the brain death event in person.
However, the current situation is different from when he reported to the distance yesterday! "Old man, don't pretend to be confused with me. Don't you know what I'm here for?"
Perhaps because he felt that what they were about to do was too depressing, Dean Qin even made a joke.
But he also made his intention clear.
He is here to give Uncle Zhong a brain death assessment!
