Chapter 1334: Licheng Crisis 10
The first thing Fu Anan does when she wakes up is to look at her phone.
It's a pity that Dr. Zeng still didn't reply to her message, so she sent another message to the doctor early in the morning, wishing him good health and a safe life.
Dr. Zeng, who received the message, saw the expression of the subway grandfather looking at the phone, and then turned the phone over.
"Director Zeng."
As soon as the little nurse came in, she saw him put down his phone with a look of displeasure on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"A few patients were sent to the hospital yesterday, and the situation is wrong. The dean asked you to go and have a look."
Dr. Zeng immediately put on a white coat when he heard the words, and the little nurse informed the situation while leading the way, "The injured were brought in yesterday, and they were bandaged and treated in time, but their condition all deteriorated by coincidence this morning. .”
In addition to Dr. Zeng, there are two clinical doctors who are helping to check their condition.
The wound deteriorates and becomes pus.
The black blood on it made people wonder if the wound from yesterday was not cleaned.
"It's done."
Yesterday, the doctor in charge stood up and said affirmatively that they have been working all night, working overtime and giving careful treatment to every patient. It is understandable to say that one or two patients have problems, but now all patients have problems.
Those involved are well aware that unless a cause can be found, they should be called in for a conversation.
"Has the wound been tested for infection?"
"When was the patient last awake?"
"Show me yesterday's surgery records..."
At this time, the first knife in their hospital was inquiring about the person in charge yesterday. Doctor Zeng glanced at them, then put on his gloves and began to examine the patients.
Every injured person had dilated pupils, hypothermia, and extremely slow heartbeat. At the wound, the black blood couldn't be stopped at all, flowing continuously, infecting the mattress.
He checked other parts and found that whether it was the hands or feet, the nails were blackened to varying degrees, and the limbs became stiff.
Woo—
Woohoo—
The phone in his pocket rang untimely.
Off and then on again.
Looking at this unfamiliar number, Dr. Zeng was taken aback for a moment, and put down the arm he was studying. When walking out, the wounded man's fingers under the quilt suddenly moved.
End of corridor
Dr. Zeng answered the strange call, "Hello?"
"Hey, Dr. Zeng is me."
Who else could it be, of course, Fu Anan.
"I saw that you didn't reply to my two text messages, so I made a special call to remind you. Didn't bother you?"
Dr. Zeng was paralyzed, decades of medical ethics told him not to yell at patients, "I remember, when the brain specialist arrives, I will show your case to him. I call."
"Then can I add you on WeChat?"
Fu Anan immediately hit the snake with a stick, "I also feel that calling is too inconvenient. WeChat is your phone number, right? Remember to pass it."
Fu Anan hung up the phone happily.
Dr. Zeng sighed deeply because of this patient who had a problem with his brain and took many pens away from him.
He turned off his phone and walked back, when he suddenly heard screams coming from the ward, and all the people in front panicked.
What's wrong?
He ran over in a hurry, but when he was two or three meters away from the ward, the people inside rushed out.
That was the patient he had just examined a few minutes ago.
At this moment, the patient let out a roar from his throat, pressing his colleague to the ground and biting like a beast.