Lu Zishan didn't know what he meant, but when he looked back at the silly look of the two of them, he laughed unconsciously: "In high school, you always said that my flesh smelled smelly and my own fragrance, so mosquitoes bit you! I also said that my skin was thick and my own tender, so it was easy to bite."

"Haha, right."

Qi Jing also laughed, lifted the thin quilt, looked at the light red lump on his ankle that was bitten at some point, and scratched it unconsciously: "Now I know that mosquitoes look at the amount of sweat and carbon dioxide emissions of people, and people with fast metabolism are more likely to be targeted."

"let me."

Lu Zishan sat by the bed, pushed his hand away, took his nails and carved an "x" on the small red lump, and then asked confidently: "It's not itchy."

"It's not itchy anymore, but I hurt." Qi Jing gritted his teeth and turned and got out of bed: "You go back first. I'll try to wear long trousers recently, and use less cosmetics, so I can attract mosquitoes."

"Why do you suddenly care about mosquitoes?" Lu Zishan followed him out of the icu, "I asked me to leave just now?"

"If you don't go back now, it will be difficult to leave when the time comes." Qi Jing walked towards the nurse's desk and patted the table, "Xiaomei Xiaomei, thermometer, hurry."

"Xiaomei is sick today and is resting in the dormitory." The person who looked up was the head nurse of the emergency department. When he saw Qi Jing, he raised his face and scolded, "Look at how you look anxious."

If Wang Ting was the emperor of the internal medicine emergency department, then Hong Chunhua was the logistics manager in charge of the entire emergency hall. From syringes and gauze to various life-saving medicines and nurse personnel allocation at critical moments, it was all in her mind.

Qi Jing dared to talk to Wang Tingding when he was diagnosed, but it was different in front of her. Without the support of nurses, modern medicine is nothing. Just like without the supply of logistics and food, the front-line army cannot win a battle no matter how strong the army is.

Hong Chunhua sat on a high stool, staring at the abortion in front of him, took the alcohol disinfection cup in one hand, and placed a dozen thermometers in front of Qi Jing: "Take it yourself."

"Okay." Qi Jing sucked one calmly and shook it into her mouth, "Captain nurse, are the nurses still wearing long sleeves and long trousers?"

"Do you still have the courage to care about what the little nurse in my hand wear?" Hong Chunhua frowned and looked at Lu Zishan behind him: "Zishan, you have to remember that men are like kites. You can't just fly but not take them, you may fly wherever you want."

Since Qi Jing had a fever, she came to the emergency room, and the relationship between the two spread under the influence of Ji Qing.

After all, the dean's son was sick, and Hong Chunhua became his "bed nurse". Qi Jing was so angry that he had been sleeping all these days. Zhang Chunhua and Lu Zishan were chatting again, but after a while, he became familiar with each other.

However, even as a veteran of the nurse, Lu Zishan said this, she just smiled and knew that Qi Jing had a reason to ask this.

"How many degrees?"

“38.2.”

"Why did it burn again?"

Qi Jing didn't answer. Looking at the mercury line that had already passed 38 scales, he recalled the treatment process of his fever to this day.

Three days ago, his body temperature suddenly soared and he left the CT room in a daze. He originally wanted to go to the ICU to find a bed to lie for a while, but he went into the gastric lavage room next door in a daze.

Just after passing the ground, Qi Jing turned around and slipped his feet and fell to the ground. Later, Wang Ting found him and helped find a bed at the ICU.

Qi Jing was very interested in this little thing that was raging in his body. No medicine was useful. He tested the blood routine throughout the process, and then kept hanging sugar and saline to maintain the balance of the body fluids. Judging from the blood neck, white blood cells were quite normal, and so many people didn't find any problem after seeing it.

But now Qi Jing nodded, took the thermometer and drew an m-shaped figure in mid-air: "Typical double-peak heat."

Before Lu Zishan could ask, he asked the head nurse first: "Where is Ji Qing?"

"Let's be in the clinic." Hong Chunhua pointed behind him, "What's wrong?"

Qi Jing looked at the open door in the middle of the emergency room and said to her: "Let down the plastic curtain first and turn on the air conditioner in the hall."

Hong Chunhua didn't know what he was selling in the gourd: "What's wrong?"

"Do this first, it will have no effect on the patient anyway." Qi Jing didn't dare to draw conclusions so quickly for the time being. He needed more cases to support his point of view.

Qi Jing turned around and looked at Lu Zishan and gently pushed her behind her: "Go home quickly and be obedient."

......

Ji Qing was still worried about the two high fever patients in the emergency observation room. Seeing that it was Qi Jing who came, he asked angrily: "You are so good to my students. You just moved the medical records of the serious patient next door...why are you doing?"

Qi Jing didn't bother to argue with him and rushed to the pile of medical records on the desk: "Have you had a high fever patient recently?"

"Isn't it you?" Ji Qing wanted to tease him for a few words, but when he saw his serious appearance, he felt something was wrong, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Give me the medical record!" Qi Jing stretched out his hand.

"Director Wang..."

"quick!"

This is Qi Jing’s personal game rule. If you do something wrong in an urgent manner, you will be forced to relax for a while. No one can give him the medical record.

Ji Qing knew him. As long as Qi Jing agreed to the rules of the game, he would abide by it. In the end, he would play the game well by looking for various loopholes. Now that he suddenly ignored this rule, it must be a big deal.

"Bed 1 and 5, haha, they both slept at the gate." Qi Jing took the medical record and immediately got the small sign recorded on the wall, "Are they all over 39 degrees?"

"Yes, one was burned yesterday morning, 39.4. The night before yesterday, 39.8."

"Where is Director Wang?"

"I'm going to participate in the infection prevention and control conference." Ji Qing thought about the meeting time, "The hospital's branch venue was closed after the end yesterday. Now there is only the last one left in the medical school. Director Wang went there after the class."

"Where is Wu Tongshan?"

"What are you going to check the rounds?" Ji Qing couldn't figure out what he meant, so he could only answer some questions, "What are you worried about?"

"I'm burning again." Qi Jing pointed at his forehead.

"Ha, don't worry, that's..."

"I just tested it."

After a brief thought, Ji Qing's facial expression changed like a roller coaster: "It's really burning?"

"38.2." Qi Jing sat in the seat, "I have never used antipyretics. This hot shape is that it was originally natural."

"Twin peaks are hot!" Ji Qing immediately reacted.

"Yes, call Director Wang and I'll find my dad." Qi Jing picked up the phone and was about to dial.

"But there is no conclusive evidence. If you can't have double peak heat, just be sure..."

"There is as much evidence as possible. If we take our blood for testing, the white blood cells and platelets will definitely decline progressively." Qi Jing patted two medical records, "It is better to take some precautions within our ability now than to wait for nothing."

After saying that, he dialed the switchboard number: "Hey, please pick up the dean's office."
Chapter completed!