Chang Zhijun couldn't believe his ears.

Before, Qi Jing said that the cause of the disease had been found. Although he did not specify what it was, it can be seen from his confident expression that his son should be able to survive. He had dealt with the doctor a lot during these times, and they would never make any guarantees. If he could say this, even if he had difficulty in treating the disease later, he should be able to ensure that his life was safe.

But what does this sentence suddenly appear "I'm almost dead" mean?

He immediately separated from the three of them, and could not control the bloody marks drawn from the nails on his face. He pinched Qi Jing's arm and kept swaying back and forth: "What's wrong with my son? What does it mean to be so terrible?"

Mr. Li's figure is shorter and thinner than Chang Zhijun, so he calmed down when he stopped. He realized that he was just an outsider and had an ambiguous relationship with Xu Wenjing before, but he had already drawn a clear line. He came here just to help, and there was no need to get involved.

The two older men's hands relaxed, and Xu Wenjing reacted.

I went back to Danyang not to argue with the man I had been bored, but for my son. I was so anxious that I couldn't stop crying, and I was about to break into the emergency room: "What's wrong with my son? I'm dying?"

"Don't stop me, I'm going to see my son!"

"Don't stop me!"

If it weren't for that Mr. Li who forced him to pull him, she would have to knock the door open before she would give up.

The three of them had different eyes. Chang Zhijun was worried and doubtful. Xu Wenjing had never experienced the torture of her son during brain trauma surgery before, and was more helpless and frightened. Mr. Li was a bit like an outsider, but he didn't know if it was out of concern for his subordinates, so he had no good expression on Qi Jing, who had just announced that Chang Wenhan was about to die.

Qi Jing has worked in the medical office at least, and he knows very well what the person he usually wants to ask for an explanation is like.

If Chang Wenhan really had a few shortcomings, even if his parents could barely accept it, Mr. Li would probably help him stand out.

Xia Wei's main treatment is actually just like the seniors in other departments who are hospitalized. She happened to be in an embarrassing stage where she was extremely confident about her specialty diseases but had no good ideas for her family. She did not have the leisure and leisure of Qi Jing, and caused this kind of incident. Looking at the three people in front of her, Xia Wei couldn't stand it anymore.

He directly declared that someone else's son was about to die in front of so many people. This was simply a reckless mockery. How could he persuade him to fight like this?

She instinctively took two steps back, hid behind Qi Jing, and grabbed his sleeve: "What are you talking about?"

"You asked me to persuade me." Qi Jing disagreed, "Isn't this just persuading me?"

"Yes, I'll stop and everyone is coming to you. What's the point of this suicide persuasion?"

Qi Jing smiled and said, "What does suicide persuasion mean? Don't talk nonsense? They don't have weapons on them. There are ten such middle-aged people who can't beat them. Although I can't beat them, I will definitely be able to escape."

Xia Wei was unforgivable, but the hand pulling Qi Jing's sleeves became tighter and tighter. "Anyway, the matter you caused has nothing to do with me, you can handle it yourself."

"It's okay to ask me to deal with it, but..." Qi Jing looked down at his arm, "You'd better put your hands first."

After saying this, Xia Wei retracted her hand as if she had passed the electricity, and then gave Qi Jing a wink: "I'll leave it to you here."

She couldn't handle this situation, but she still practiced running away. Xia Wei slowly left the sight of the three of them, walked around the crowd around her, and ran back to the emergency room. Qi Jing took on all the hatred, slowly retreated to the backrest chair by the wall, and patted the seat beside her: "Don't sit down and have a good chat one by one," she said.

Chang Zhijun still retained a little trust in Qi Jing and sat next to him uneasy: "Doctor Qi, is my son really in a hurry?"

"Calm down for a while and be calm."

"I can't calm down!" Chang Zhijun deliberately lowered his voice, but he could clearly feel the power he used when saying this. He reached the critical point of the explosion again, just like when he looked at Ji Qing in the afternoon.

"You have to calm down."

Qi Jing looked at him sideways: "You tried it in the afternoon. You should know that you can't beat me when you fight. Of course you can scold me, but you can't wake up your son, so you'd better listen to my explanation. This will benefit everyone."

Chang Zhijun was silent for a while and could only nod.

Xu Wenjing on the other side kept staring at the door of the emergency room. After Mr. Li comforted him for a while, he finally understood his ideological work. Mr. Li sent the person to Qi Jing, but said nothing. He just took care of his wrinkled suit and ran out of the emergency room to get a cigarette for himself.

He needs to calm down, too.

Even if it was a good ending without leaving any mess after the excitement, at least things didn’t make a big deal and everything was still under control.

The emergency room with no show is cold and full of the smell of disinfectant. There is really nothing to be left to nostalgic for, and the people around him are beginning to dissipate slowly.

"Don't worry, your son is fine." Qi Jing came up and gave them a reassurance first, but immediately changed the subject, "But I was right that I said just now. If Chang Wenhan woke up and saw you fighting here, he would definitely be so angry that he died of anger on the spot!"

Chang Zhijun felt that one foot had stepped out of the cliff, and was pulled by someone at the moment when he was about to fall. He covered his face with both hands and finally breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it's okay...

"I don't care what happened between you, and I don't force you to listen to the doctor, but it's not too much to affect our doctor's work." Qi Jing pointed to the emergency room and made severe criticism, "We Teacher Xia had not finished confinement, but I called me to do emergency laryngoscopes for your son. Do you make a big fuss outside the door worthy of her?"

Qin Xuefeng stood at the gate, not much distance from here. When he heard this, he couldn't help but coughed continuously.

"Teacher Xia? Which Teacher Xia?"

"It's the female doctor who advised you not to fight just now." Qi Jing shook his head repeatedly, "Have you ever thought that now is the time when children need their mother the most, but she is willing to come to the hospital to save your son. Is it easy for her?"

The method of slapping a bag of candy is very useful. Qi Jing has a bitter character on this basis. With both voice and emotion, the couple is like watching a soap opera in real life.

He achieved his goal, and it doesn't matter whether this sad character is really bitter and sad enough.

Chang Zhijun was speechless, and Xu Wenjing was even more moved after hearing this. She was also a mother who pulled her son step by step with ten months of pregnancy. She knew very well what it was like to leave her newborn child at night.

Benevolent and kind-hearted!

So great!

The way adults admit their mistakes is very tactful and they will not say it straightforwardly like children. Changing their original attitude is a good start: "Doctor, what is the situation with Wen Han?"

Seeing that both of them calmed down, Qi Jing began to tell them the whole process of the disease development.

He deliberately weakened some rhetoric techniques and blurred the more exciting scenes. But it was a maggot after all, and as long as he carried this word, it would be impossible not to be shocked. Qi Jing was a doctor and could talk nonsense at other times, but it was impossible to lie when telling the condition.

"There are 5 in the nasal cavity, 21 in the throat, and there are a lot of sinuses that can be seen now." Qi Jing introduced Chang Wenhan's situation to the two in detail. Each number kept stimulating their nerves like a needle tip. "If you hadn't been so noisy, the work of clearing the sinuses would have begun long ago."

"It's really a maggot?" Chang Zhijun's voice trembled a little.

He has lived for so many years and has seen many disgusting scenes, but even if his life is not satisfactory, he never thought about what it would feel like to grow a maggot. Xu Wenjing, who was beside him, had long cried into tears. Her son has been her heart since she was a child, so she had never suffered such pain.

"Don't worry too much. In a sense, maggots are also helpers to help him through the dangerous postoperative period." Qi Jing knew very well that they needed to control their emotions at this time. "Mr. Chang should still remember the conversation between the neurosurgeon of the First Hospital in the first hospital. Although the success rate of the surgery is not low, there will be many complications after the operation."

"Yes..." Chang Zhijun nodded, "They said that the injuries suffered in this environment are likely to be infected after surgery. Many infections are fatal, so I am mentally prepared."

Xu Wenjing kept wiping her eyes with her hands tightly: "Why didn't you look for me at the beginning? What if my son..."

"You are not in Danyang, can you come here?"

"I...at least after my son's surgery, I can accompany him."

It is the most common beginning of a quarrel, but after the quarrel just now, both of them restrained themselves and did not continue to develop.

Qi Jing then began to talk in detail about the antibiotics and anti-resistant factors produced by maggots.

On one side is an invincible bacterial natural, and on the other side is an artificially synthesized antibiotic. In fact, he doesn't need to elaborate on which one is more foolish. But in order to make the two of them feel better, Qi Jing focused on these contents, and all adjectives that should not be used were added.

After the theory was finished, he did not forget to give an example.

When talking about medical treatment, foreign countries are definitely more convincing than domestic ones, so Qi Jing said it was the United States: "I just went to the United States for further study last year. Many trauma medical centers there specialize in cultivating maggots to deal with some necrotic flesh left after burns and blows, which can effectively fight drug-resistant infections."

“Then we need to get rid of these bugs?

"Yes, it's easy to get from the throat, but what should I do if I have the nose? I can't see it..."

"The insects have caused allergies to the patient, so they must not be kept." Qi Jing said, "Teacher Xia is rinsing his sinuses with hydrogen peroxide. The insects are afraid of this disinfectant. They used it to rinse their throats before. After this rinsing, they will do a few more rechecks after that, and there will be no insects."

"Hydrogen peroxide? Is it the one used for disinfection in the debridement room?" Chang Zhijun had seen its power in the emergency room of the first hospital and couldn't help asking, "Will rinse your mouth and nose be too irritating?"

"No, there are also many mouthwash made of hydrogen peroxide on the market," Qi Jing explained. "We will dilute the concentration before using it, and then wash it with normal saline in the end."

After several explanations, they finally felt relieved and Qi Jing returned to the clinic.

Chang Wenhan's condition was solved, but for the doctor, it was just a small part of the endless task. Qi Jing had another troublesome case in his hand. However, the patient had recovered and was essentially different from others, but in his eyes, as long as there were questions that could not be answered, it would be of the value of exploring the final analysis.

When explaining myiasis just now, the flash-shot inspiration remained in his mind. However, this inspiration is too abstract and it is not easy to become the basis for diagnosis. He also needs some more specific evidence to support it.

Qi Jing has read the medical records of the patient in Shangjing and wrote them in detail, which must have been handed over by many experts.

There is no logical problem with the entire material, so these materials are all waste paper for him.

What Qi Jing needs now is some details that have not been recorded or ignored by the doctors, but before asking Lu Zishan, he still has to find the right diagnosis target.

He came to the bookcase and turned the messy books and magazines upside down, muttering three words: "Conjunctivitis..."

......

At 4 a.m., Xia Wei finished the entire hydrogen peroxide irrigation treatment. After completing the double consultation record sheets of the emergency room and internal emergency, she wrote a complete article on the treatment of laryngoscopy and nasal endoscopy. It was already 4:30 when she left the emergency room.

Chang Zhijun and Xu Wenjing were still waiting at the door, and saw Teacher Xia coming out and getting up and surrounding him: "How is my son?"

"Have you cured? Wake up?"

"Have the insects been driven away? Will there be any sequelae?"

Qi Jing had already told her the whole condition before, and Xia Wei would definitely have a lot of relief when she took over, and she also saved some verbal talk.

She yawned and said to them with a smile: "There are indeed many insects, but now it seems that they have been driven away. The patient's temperature has subsided and his vital signs are very stable. For safety reasons, we need to observe for a few more days."

"He got through it! He finally got through it!" Chang Zhijun kept nodding and said gratefully: "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Xia, thank you for saving his life!"

Xia Wei didn't expect Qi Jing to escape unscathed under that situation, and the two families seemed to have changed a little.

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