The wound after laparoscopy is much smaller than that of traditional laparoscopy. If the body recovers well, the patient can barely go to the ground on the first day after the operation. As long as he is stronger and can go to the toilet by himself, it can also avoid many unnecessary troubles.

Of course, the anesthetic had just passed, the wound had not completely healed, and the pain was the most severe, so my colleagues thoughtfully brought Ding Chen a crutch.

Although she was slower, she could at least support her to complete this journey.

"You went down to the ground on the first day after the operation, you're so hard." Qi Jing helped Ding Chen into the treatment room, raised his toes, and hooked a stool, "Come on, sit for a while and rest."

Ding Chen held the wall with one hand and the other hand needed to hold the cabinet beside him to maintain balance when sitting. She sat on the soft stool tremblingly, and then she breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally got here, I was sweating all over my way."

"Actually, you can wait on the hospital bed, there is no need to do this."

Not to mention Ding Chen, even Qi Jing, who doesn't sweat much, has sweat beads on his face.

Walking from the fourth floor of the surgery department to the endoscopy treatment room next door, although there is a long corridor in the middle, which saves the trouble of going downstairs and going upstairs, it also took them a lot of time. At that time, Qi Jing felt it was troublesome and thought it was the most convenient to go to the operating room such a small matter. Unfortunately, there are so many surgeries today that there are not even empty spaces.

Finally, relying on the three-view connections, I found the endoscopic room. Although the road was a little far, it was quiet enough after the outpatient clinic time.

"It's okay, I can still walk at this point." Ding Chen sat upright, not forgetting to put his hands on his stomach to prevent the squeezed skin from pulling the wound. "Besides, there are stools here, just sit for a while and wait for them."

"I don't think it's that fast." Qi Jing looked at his watch, "Along the way, I haven't even seen anyone."

"Yes, the endoscopic room in China doesn't get off work so early... Why is it so slow to change clothes?"

"Who knows..."

Qi Jing didn't rush to sit down, leaned against the wall, and talked about what happened last night while flipping through his phone. That abnormal situation completely aroused Qi Jing's interest. After searching for a day, he finally seized the opportunity when it was dusk.

: "Boss Ding, you were very excited in the ward last night."

"Huh? Is that right?" Ding Chen smiled awkwardly and immediately opened up the topic, "Why are you calling Mr. Ding too? Am I that old?"

"I heard that you have been the pediatrics chief for two and a half years in a row, what a warrior!"

"Oh, wasn't there no one at that time? I was anxious to get promoted, so I fought..."

"I have always had a few questions to ask Mr. Ding. It's rare to have a chance now." Seeing the topic getting farther and farther away, Qi Jing immediately braked and pulled the front of the car back. "When we left at 8 o'clock, you didn't seem to have recovered yet. You were still 'talking' with the young nurse there. You could hardly hear what you were saying."

"I wouldn't help me here just to ask about this, right?"

"...I'm just curious, there's nothing else." Qi Jing continued to ask, "You've been saying 'so amazing', 'so amazing', where is the magic?"

"I just got excited after the operation, but when I woke up, I felt very excited!"

“It’s so exciting?”

"Extremely exciting!"

Qi Jing nodded and asked again: "Do you have any worries?"

"Things to worry?"

Ding Chen was asked inexplicably, and after thinking about it, he said, "I am thinking about the child, and I don't know how the preoperative evaluation they did?"

"Uh, I'm not talking about this, not work. You have worked hard to get appendicitis. You are a patient, why are you still taking a job?" Qi Jing seemed to see through something and pointed at his chest, "It's your own thoughts."

"What's my mind?"

After thinking about it, Ding Chen said that the only thing he needed to think about was the little thing: "If you really want to talk about it, it's better to have an appendix... Alas, it's gone too fast, so fast that I didn't even have time to take a look at it."

"Oh, you said this." Qi Jing paused and replied, "Captain Wang has seen it on your behalf. I heard that it is a very standard appendix. It is quite good-looking, but it is a little swollen."

Ding Chen couldn't help feeling a little regretful when he heard this, but these were only on her face for a short while, and they were immediately replaced by a smile: "It's like this... is it really swollen?"

"It's okay, it seems that there is a little pus moss, a typical suppurative appendicitis." Qi Jing explained, "Fortunately it started early, so if the inflammation spreads outside, the drainage strip will be released."

"Well, although I have been delayed for a day, I still have to thank the doctor here..."

Ding Chen suddenly thought of something and asked again: "By the way, are there any photos?"

"Oh, Team Wang was calling Dr. Luo at that time, and it was very urgent." Qi Jing smiled and said, "I guess he just took a look and passed by, probably not leaving it."

"It's another three views... Forget it, just an appendix." Ding Chen is worthy of being a doctor working at Nicu. After pondering for a while, he walked out of his loss. "To be honest, there is nothing I can think of except for the appendix. I usually have such good health, what else can I have?"

"Is that true?" Qi Jing looked a little puzzled, "Then why do you keep saying that you are a cat?"

"Cat?" Unexpectedly, Ding Chen was even more confused than him.

"The cognitive impairment of the self-ethnic group generally says that they are aliens, or heavenly soldiers and generals. Try to lift themselves up to a higher place and belittle others. But this is the first time I have seen them treating themselves as animals like you."

Ding Chen's eyebrows became more and more entangled, twisting into a hemp rope: "Have I ever said that?"

"Tsk tsk, anterior forgetting..." (1)

Qi Jing said casually, took out his phone and played a recording: [Wow, it's so amazing...Brothers, do you know...]

"Oh, it's not this paragraph, you wait."

The progress bar was shifted to 1 minute and 24 seconds by Qi Jing. The words in the recording just now changed: [......I am a cat, you humans don't understand me...I am a cat! Xiaohu is my brother, you don't deserve it! Do you not deserve it???]

In fact, the recording effect of the mobile phone at that time was not good, with a lot of noise, but Ding Chen's pronunciation was clean and his lyrics were sonorous and powerful. Especially the special changes in the tone, it must be strange at first glance, but after listening to it for a long time, people will feel that there is a different flavor between the ups and downs.

Ding Chen smiled and pinched his cell phone: "Okay, I understand."

Qi Jing was very tactful and didn't want to put it down. She put away her phone as she wanted and continued to ask: "I usually feel dizzy and confused after the operation. I can't wake up. Why did I start talking nonsense when I came to you? I was so domineering and exposed that Brother Luo was so scared that he didn't dare to enter the door."

"No way?"

"It seems like I have to have another period..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no," Ding Chen cleared his throat and explained: "I was actually quite puzzled... I just felt a little dizzy after waking up. But the book said that I should ensure that I would not sleep for 2 hours, so I could only hold on and not sleep."

"Then what?"

"Then I felt the excitement came up, like drinking some wine, half drunk and not drunk, my head was very active."

"So that's the case, you don't sleep for 2 hours..." Qi Jing nodded and suddenly said, "But this is just a 2-hour limit. You can stop from 6:30 pm to nearly 10 o'clock. While talking nonsense, you can maintain such high compliance. You are simply a model in the disease world."

Ding Chen raised his hand and pinched his brows, and quickly asked Qi Jing to stop: "Okay, okay, let it go after this."

Qi Jing roughly understood her feelings, and her curiosity was quite satisfied, but before the topic was over, he wanted to ask the last question: "By the way, there is another thing I have to ask you. It's really the last one, it's quite important!"

Seeing that he was so sincere, Ding Chen couldn't help: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Qi Jing sorted out his words and wanted to bring some sense of ritual that was only at the end of the interview: "I want to know what kind of mood did you say that your three-view is funny?"

???

Ding Chen tilted his head. At first, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Later, he thought of his anterior forgetting, and then he realized: "I don't know, I have no impression of this sentence and I don't remember anything."

"Okay, it seems that this comes from the heart..."

......

Last night, a lot of things happened at Shirahara Memorial Hospital. In the afternoon, the Heart Treatment Center took over a critically ill child escorted across the country. Ding Chen, a doctor who was with him, provided very professional teaching materials for Japanese medical students.

She truly interpreted what "real nonsense" is, after all, even the language was messed up with the cat star in the end.

The child seemed to be fine. Wang Danxing also attended a case discussion meeting at the treatment center this morning. The body and heart assessment is underway and the operation can be performed without any accidents.

There is the strongest heart therapy team in Asia here. For Qi Jing, this child has nothing to talk about.

So after Ding Chen's embarrassing story, the two of them started to do their own things. Ding Chen had to read the case information given to her by Wang Danxing. Because of his outstanding performance on the road, after the operation here, their team still needed to serve as the escort team and send the child back to Minghai safely.

At this time, the operation and postoperative arrangements are particularly important, and she must master the postoperative treatment standards as soon as possible.

Qi Jing fell into the vortex of Ye Han's condition.

The results of Ye Han's blood report last night were already revealed. The white blood cells were at a normal low level, and only monocytes in the whole blood were significantly increased. In terms of liver and kidney function, except for the increase in some enzymes, there was no major problem.

After the chest x-ray, nothing was found. Both lungs were clean, and there was no inflammatory reaction that should have occurred in the spine and ribs.

The result was very dull, but Ye Han's body temperature kept rising, and by 10 o'clock in the evening, she suddenly rose to 39.4 degrees. The high fever made her face red and she had some mild coughs. With the chest vibration caused by the cough, the pain in her muscles and bones began to spread throughout her body.

At this time, the doctors around her suddenly realized: the patient had influenza.

Qi Jing may have to go further. Based on his infectious disease experience and the above symptoms, the elevation of monocytes is more inclined to influenza B. The subsequent influenza test results also proved that his judgment was indeed influenza B.

Although the flu season is from November to March, this is only the high incidence of infection. Although the virus is not easy to survive in other months, there are also infections, but the number of people is not that large.

Including the incubation period of less than a week, Ye Han is likely to have contracted the flu virus during his journey to Wen'an. Because of the celecoxib, the symptoms were severe until yesterday.

The high fever above 39 degrees, strong muscle and bone pain, fatigue, dizziness and headache that are difficult to curb in a short period of time are indeed symptoms of flu. Yamada quickly gave up his own diagnosis and received antiviral treatment at the same time, but Qi Jing, who was standing aside and silently watching, knew that things were far from that simple.

Ye Han's muscle pain has long existed, and now it is just overlapping with the flu symptoms. After removing the flu, there are still a bunch of unsolved mysteries left.

Muscle pain that lasted for more than two months, unusual constipation, weight loss, severe rib pain... These things that others can completely ignore or attribute to the flu have been bothering Qi Jing.

This morning, he called Ji Qing again, leaving aside the students and doctors, one-on-one calls.

After discussing for more than half an hour, I didn't talk about it in the end.

Because body temperature is a very directed symptom, with body temperature, the range will be greatly reduced. But now body temperature is caused by influenza, and Ye Han's condition seems to have returned to its earliest state, even more confusing than that time.

Yamada did not take Qi Jing's opinion into consideration. Relying on his three-view connections here, the hospital put Ye Han in the isolation ward this morning.

The doctor who took over looked higher qualifications than Yamada. After reading the medical records written by Yamada, he prescribed many other examinations, including a bunch of common infectious diseases and several antibody examinations for autoimmune diseases.

Qi Jing didn't say much about this arrangement. Anyway, as long as there is a hospital in it, he is not afraid of not being able to find out. If chronic diseases have to be slowly cured by chronic diseases, he has time.

"Oh, why haven't they come yet?"

Qi Jing heard Ding Chen's impatient voice and looked down at his watch: "It's time to get off work at five o'clock, so it should be soon."

"It's almost half past five now, he won't regret it, right?" Ding Chen's anesthetics should have been metabolized almost all, but he was still a little outstanding in his words. "If he dares to regret it, I will definitely get it myself..."

Halfway through, the door on the other side of the treatment room was slowly opened, and Luo Sanguan was walking in the front. Compared to the white coat, the simple treatment clothes he had just changed into could highlight his body shape.

Qi Jing saw that he was obviously worried: "Brother Luo, are you sure you want to do this?"

Luo Sanguan glanced at Ding Chen beside him, looked at the hospital bed not far away, and nodded: "I was unable to go to the operating table, it would be good to have anesthesia, but I'm quite curious anyway."
Chapter completed!