None of the patients in the afternoon were in critical condition. Tao Le has never used acupuncture or golden fingers for any treatment that can be adjusted with soup recipes.
Feng Juan led Tao Le into the inpatient department of the Third Hospital and found the floor of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department with familiarity.
As soon as I entered the corridor, I heard someone saying loudly: "Cure people at all costs!"
There were several people standing outside Zhang Qitai's ward, and the inside was even more packed with people wearing white coats.
Feng Juan walked towards the middle-aged woman at the door: "Auntie, how is Brother Zhang?"
Zhang Qitai's mother was no longer as calm as last night, and when she saw Feng Juan coming over, her face lost its smile.
Distraught because of her son's condition, she was in no mood to deal with Feng Juan.
She frowned, looked at her and Tao Le casually, and said, "Why are you here again? Didn't people already look at it yesterday? Go back now and don't cause trouble."
Feng Juan felt inexplicably aggrieved: "Auntie, I heard about Brother Zhang's situation, so I specially invited a famous Chinese medicine expert to come over."
She introduced to Tao Lexian: "Expert Tao, this is the mother of the kindhearted Brother Zhang."
Then he said to the middle-aged woman: "Auntie, this is the Tao expert that our Renhe invited for consultation. She is."
Mother Zhang glanced at Tao Le's face again and said calmly: "Expert Tao? Nice to meet you. However, there are already many experts in this room, so it will probably be a waste of trouble for you to make this trip."
She knew who she could be friends with and who she was not afraid of offending.
Feng Juan is a nurse, but she has never asked which hospital she is in.
She knew the identity and background of the little girl very well. It was impossible to even think about going to a well-known public tertiary hospital in Beijing.
A person's level determines the circle of contacts around them.
What kind of good doctors can a person like Feng Juan make friends with, and how many decent experts can she meet?
If she brought an older doctor over, she could take him a little more seriously.
But the person in front of me was so young that he didn't say a word, and he was wearing a transparent crystal or glass bracelet on his hand - which expert was so incompetent?
Tao Le did not expect that her bracelet, which became pure and transparent in the evening, would seriously affect Zhang's mother's evaluation of her.
Feng Juan also didn't expect that Zhang's mother's attitude would change so drastically.
But it was fine if she didn't take herself seriously. Treating Expert Tao like this made her both embarrassed and embarrassed.
Feng Juan's face turned red immediately, and she explained to Tao Le without saying anything: "Expert Tao, don't mind, Auntie must be worried about Brother Zhang's health, so..."
Tao Le patted her shoulder: "It's okay. If I cared about this, I wouldn't be able to agree to your visit."
"Pfft!" A young man standing next to him sneered.
"I'm sorry, auntie, I really can't hold it back." Zhang Qihui met his mother's unkind eyes and immediately explained:
"But who are these two people? Why do they really sound like that when they are responding to each other? What kind of experts do you really think you are?"
A hint of helplessness flashed across Zhang's mother's face, and she explained: "This is the person your cousin has been supporting. I heard that he was sick, so I came here to visit. No matter what, it's all good intentions."
Although she said this, her words were indifferent, and it was obvious that she did not take this good intention to heart.
"It turns out it's you." Zhang Qihui has obviously heard of this. "You want to repay my brother. This is a good thing, but you can't just find someone to pretend to be an expert?"
Feng Juan quickly explained: "I'm not pretending. This is a real expert. He was diagnosed by a traditional Chinese medicine expert in Renhe."
"Are you in Renhe? It's indeed a good hospital." The middle-aged man who had been standing next to Zhang's mother and remained silent spoke this time.
He has a Chinese character face and obvious nasolabial wrinkles on his face. It is obvious at a glance that he has been in a high position for a long time.
"But I have also heard of the traditional Chinese medicine experts who sit in Renhe's clinic, like Meng Wen and Fang Qianhui. Even in the flat clinic, there are many famous doctors, but I have never heard of an expert Tao like you."
He looked at Tao Le with eyes full of scrutiny: "Tell me about your apprenticeship and the place where you sit. If you are really in the industry, I might not even know the people above you."
What he meant was that he did not believe that Tao Le would practice medicine in Renhe.
"That's right, what's the use of making all these mysteries in front of my uncle? I don't know what my uncle does? He is..." Zhang Qihui immediately interrupted.
But before he could finish speaking, he received a death stare from his eldest aunt and immediately stopped talking.
"Okay, Lao Zhang." Mother Zhang tugged on Father Zhang's clothes: "Why are you talking like this outside? No matter what they say, they have good intentions, so don't get to the bottom of it."
Seeing Father Zhang nodding, she turned to Feng Juan and Tao Le and said, "Okay, we really don't need you here. The experts are about to discuss a new plan, so go back quickly."
Tao Le remained silent for a long time. In fact, he was listening intently to the consultation of the doctors in the room.
They have been studying for a long time, but they have not come up with any better method. The consensus now is that they must enter the ICU, perform a tracheotomy, and perform invasive rescue.
As for controlling inflammation, just take it one step at a time.
"Auntie, Expert Tao is really good, she is." Feng Juan didn't want to leave. She finally hired Tao Le, and she definitely wanted to work hard.
At this moment, the ward door opened, and the experts inside filed out.
The Zhang family members at the door immediately gathered around, asking endless questions, and no one paid any attention to Feng Juan.
Tao Le pulled her over.
"We'll just wait here." She said, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"
"I'm sorry, Expert Tao, I didn't expect it," Feng Juan apologized sadly.
"Silly girl, what's the big deal? We are here to save people, not to compete with others or to be vindictive." Tao Le knew very well.
Now the entrance to the ward was so crowded that it was difficult for her to sneak in and take a look at the patients.
"Do we need to cut the trachea? Send him to the ICU?" Mother Zhang's voice was a bit sharp: "Is it that serious? Then after the incision, will he be cured?"
"Now there is no other way except cutting the trachea to maintain the airway. If you don't cut it, you will definitely die. If you cut it, there is still a glimmer of hope." Director Qin from the Department of Respiratory Medicine of the Third Hospital explained helplessly.
"I don't care, you must have other ways!" Zhang's mother looked at her husband: "Old Zhang, didn't you find the best expert from the third hospital to do the surgery? How could a good child suddenly become like this? .”
The surgeon in charge, Director Ding of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, who also participated in the consultation, turned his head silently when he heard this.
Tears gradually filled the eyes of Zhang's mother: "Old Zhang, please think of a way and find someone to treat Qitai properly."
As soon as these words came out, whether it was Director Qin, Director Ding or other experts, they all felt tired and frustrated.
It’s not that they don’t want to try their best, it’s that they have taken the best medicine, but they still can’t control the progression of the disease.
The clinical mortality rate of acute respiratory distress syndrome is as high as 40%. This is a number written in real life.
"You guys wait a minute, I'll make a few more calls and decide later." Zhang's father looked at his wife who was crying and said.
"Hurry, the non-invasive ventilator can no longer hold up." Director Qin reminded.
(End of chapter)
