"Auntie, how do you know my name?" Feng Juan was surprised and worried.
The middle-aged woman said calmly: "At that time, Qitai was still a child, and he wanted to use his pocket money to support someone - you were selected by us together."
"You are a good boy, and you still want to repay this kindness after working. Although we don't need it, we can't bear to brush off your kindness, so we save it for you first."
"After the operation yesterday, this kind of complication occurred - but he recovered a little, and the first thing he said was that he was thinking about this and asked me to pay you back the money."
She shook her head: "Qitai is also cold-faced and warm-hearted. He is still young, but it is just a complication. He will definitely be able to survive it. In fact, there is no need to take it so seriously. I am surprised that you found it here. coming."
When Feng Juan heard this, she understood that Zhang Qitai's mother actually didn't quite understand the seriousness of respiratory distress syndrome.
"Auntie, actually Brother Zhang's complication is also quite dangerous." When she said this, she suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, and turned around hastily:
"But as you said, Brother Zhang is young, in good health, and a kind-hearted person. He will definitely be able to avert danger and regain his health."
This kid doesn't know how to talk. The middle-aged woman frowned slightly, then calmed down again.
After all, she comes from the mountains and speaks straightforwardly, so we can't ask too much of her.
How could she know who the doctor who performed Qitai's surgery was and what the standard of the team that participated in the consultation was like.
Just now, her husband found the director of the medical department of the third hospital and asked him to pay more attention to her.
Therefore, these experts just now will definitely treat it with caution. The plan and medicine they use must be particularly effective and the symptoms can be controlled quickly.
Feng Juan didn't know these past events. She went in to see Zhang Qitai and saw that his condition seemed to be improving, his blood oxygen saturation returned to 95, and other indicators were normal, so she said goodbye to Zhang's mother with peace of mind and left.
Unexpectedly, just now, her friend sent her the latest information.
An hour ago, while Zhang Qitai was using a non-invasive ventilator, his blood oxygen saturation dropped to 70, and his heart rate rose to 120 beats/min. His condition became increasingly critical, and the hospital was preparing to organize experts for a new consultation.
The first two consultations had no effect. Can it be improved in the third time? Feng Juan instinctively felt unconfident.
In contrast, Expert Tao's ability in the past two days convinced her even more.
I just hope that Brother Zhang can persist until Expert Tao arrives, right?
Before leaving get off work, Meng Wen called the nurse again: "How is that old lady Ding Cuifang and Ding doing now?"
When the nurse heard this, she hesitated and said: "It seems to be okay, I'm not sure."
In fact, she was very well-informed and had been following the progress of the matter, so she naturally knew the truth.
Mrs. Ding woke up early in the morning, and Expert Tao went over to do a round of acupuncture in the morning, and adjusted the soup recipe. She held Expert Tao's hand and refused to let go;
Mrs. Ding's family also came and fed her porridge and water. She also wanted to eat something else, but Doctor Duan sternly refused;
The person was awake all day, had a normal meal at noon, had a better appetite, and various indicators gradually returned to normal levels. By the afternoon, he was able to chat and laugh with the nurses.
Is this the effect that strong medicine can achieve? It is a special medicine.
Expert Tao, a truly famous national doctor, successfully saved this patient who had given up on Western medicine and was afraid of TCM.
But what role did Expert Meng play in this matter?
As an admirer of Expert Meng, she suddenly felt blessed and understood Expert Meng's thoughts.
Expert Tao showed his ability, while Expert Meng showed his mind.
Knowing what step he could take, he told his family members without hesitation, and sincerely recommended better pottery experts to them.
In his heart, Expert Meng does not care about personal honor, success or failure, but only cares about whether the patient receives timely treatment.
The key is that even though he did this, he was still modest and even deliberately obscured himself.
It was obvious that he sincerely abdicated his position and was very concerned about the patient's progress. He pressed him several times a day, but he refused to admit it even if he died.
This is the great doctor's sincerity, humility, and magnanimity.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel ashamed that she had misunderstood Expert Meng before and wanted to cover up the matter.
"Expert Meng, actually." She wanted to tell the truth clearly.
Unexpectedly, Meng Wen stood up and said, "I'd better go up and have a look in person, otherwise I won't feel at ease!"
With a solemn look on his face, he shook his head and sighed as he left the consulting room and went straight to the inpatient ward of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
From a distance, he saw Mr. Wang standing in the corridor.
When Mr. Wang saw him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he showed a sincere smile.
"Expert Meng, why are you here?"
Meng Wen's tone was appropriately heavy: "Mr. Wang, your mother"
"I've woken up." Mr. Wang answered briskly: "Thank you also for recommending Expert Tao to us."
Meng Wen sighed in his heart.
Sure enough, this king is always an honest man, and he refuses to blame others even if he is like this. If he had known earlier, he would not have to be such a villain and push the patient away.
"So what's going on now?" His voice became heavier.
"She's having dinner! The fish soup my wife made for her - it's delicious!"
"What? Can you drink soup by yourself?" Meng Wen was shocked, and all kinds of doubts rushed into his mind.
He didn't care about Mr. Wang anymore, opened the door directly and entered the ward.
Old Mrs. Ding Cuifang looks nothing like the one she first met yesterday. The nasogastric tube and tracheal intubation were all removed, and he was sitting upright on the bed while his daughter-in-law fed him soup.
While drinking, she was talking, and there was a smile in her voice. Anyone could tell that the patient had survived death and was on the way to life.
Meng Wen stood in the ward with mixed feelings in his heart and his face turned red and white.
"Who is this?" the old lady asked.
Mr. Wang, who followed closely behind, introduced: "Mom, this is the famous doctor Meng, who I often mention."
The old lady nodded. She had seen Expert Tao since she woke up and knew that it was her who cured her and that Expert Meng had nothing to do with her.
Although she was old, she was still a decent person. She greeted her politely immediately: "Hello, Expert Meng. My illness has caused you to worry."
Meng Wen felt a little hot on his face: "Don't say that. In fact, I didn't do anything."
"That's not what you said." Mr. Wang said quickly: "We sincerely thank you - thank you for being honest and aboveboard and recommending expert Tao to us. Otherwise, my mother would not know what she would be like at this moment."
Meng Wen's heart was filled with bitterness at this moment.
"Expert Tao is indeed the proud disciple of Zhou Guoshou. He is indeed outstanding in the clinical treatment of critical illness. I have always admired him." Meng Wen said slowly, feeling depressed and panicked.
Mr. Wang didn't hear that he didn't mean what he said.
"Indeed, Expert Tao looks young, but I don't know how he learned this medical skill. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is a miraculous medical hand who can revive human flesh and bones."
Hearing this, Ding Cuifang also interjected: "This may be what people call wisdom. Ordinary people, no matter how hard they study and practice, they may not be able to catch up."
Meng Wen listened silently, and suddenly felt a little tight in his chest and heart.
Isn't it nice of him to go home directly from get off work and tease his grandson? Why did he have to come upstairs? It's so annoying to find nothing!
(End of chapter)
