After the analgesic injection and the rehydration status, the injured person's condition improved. The man lying on the treatment bed was very calm and did not complain that he was in pain. His small gray eyes were like thieves, and he glanced at the young female doctor who was holding medical instruments to suture him from time to time.
Several of the companions who accompanied him saw that he was fine, and some went out to make phone calls, leaving one person behind to accompany him.
Outside, beep, beep, beep, the ambulance that went out to pick up surgical patients finally came back.
Sister Xu walked out from the triage table to greet her returning colleagues. She was preparing to receive the patient and asked, "What kind of patient is this, Dr. Li?"
"There is no need to admit him to the emergency department." Li Chengyuan told her as he got off the ambulance. "I'll call our department and you can send him to the cardiothoracic surgery department on the eighth floor of the inpatient department and admit him directly to the hospital."
Sister Xu was always happy when she heard this. She will take another serious one. The emergency department will be busy all night tonight.
Pull the lathe of the emergency patient and go to the inpatient department.
After coming back and standing by the nurse's station to take a breath, Li Chengyuan took out the pen from the pocket of his white coat, slowly filled in the emergency dispatch record, and asked Sister Xu: "Were there many surgical patients while I was away?"
He is a doctor, and he is afraid that when he comes back from work, a mountain of medical records will be waiting for him in the consulting room.
"No, no. Dr. Yin is treating the last patient in your surgery department. There is no queue of surgical patients at the moment." Sister Xu smiled and answered him, "Dr. Yin is not available. You didn't come back. There is a patient with a knife wound and bleeding. Let's ask him. Dr. Xie stitched it up for you. Do you want to go and have a look, because Dr. Xin is pestered by another patient’s family."
Knife wound?
Li Chengyuan was suspicious. He didn't seem to have any worries about Xie Wanying's suturing skills. He is a top student and a medical prodigy. He has experienced the skills he has shown, and he can pass the test with excellent skills.
I'm afraid it's another issue that needs to worry him. After all, she is a legendary figure.
"Who is the injured person and what is his occupation? Is he a chef?" Li Chengyuan asked.
"No." Sister Xu shook her head. "It feels like the stab wounds were caused by fighting with someone. When we first saw this group of people, we were afraid that they would cause trouble, so we were always ready to call the police. Fortunately, we didn't."
They didn't make any trouble when they got here, probably because they were afraid that the doctors wouldn't treat their people's injuries. Don't underestimate these people who don't look like good people. They are intelligent and know how to judge the situation, but they just go down the wrong path.
The pen shook between Li Chengyuan's fingers. Suddenly, he remembered something and immediately put the pen back into his pocket and turned around to leave.
I saw that he actually walked to the treatment room, and walked very fast, as if he was afraid that Xie Wanying could not stitch the wound. Sister Xu sighed. Her original intention was not to doubt Xie Wanying's skills, but to think that Xie Wanying was just an intern after all. If she could let a teacher come under her eyes according to the regulations, she would not be blamed for anything she did.
Worried, Sister Xu walked around the stage and prepared to follow her to have a look.
In front of him, Li Chengyuan strode forward and stood at the door of the treatment room. His sharp eagle-like eyes swept into the room, and soon his eyes locked on the sneaky figure standing behind Xie Wanying. He was a short man less than 1.7 meters tall. He didn't notice that he had arrived at the door. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and slowly stretched out the other hand. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling, as if he was about to whistle. If you look closely, the little man's right hand looks like a silent snake, almost touching the pants of the female doctor in front of him.
