After get off work in the evening, Xie Wanying and her senior sister Liu Jingyun met and went to the cardiothoracic surgery to visit He Xiangyu.
When we went to the eighth floor, we found that He Xiangyu had been transferred from the ICU outside the heart to the general ward. The two hurried to bed No. 22 after receiving the news.
He Xiangyu, who was much more energetic, sat half-lying on the hospital bed. When she saw the two of them coming, she said to her seniors and sisters, "Get some fruits later. They sent them."
"Who sent it, didn't it send it to you?" Liu Jingyun and Xie Wanying said, "Let auntie take it home."
Aunt Zhang came to accompany her daughter today, sorting out her hospital items. Seeing her daughter, the senior sisters and senior sisters called auntie, raised their heads and smiled: "You stay with her, I will go downstairs to buy something for her."
"What does Auntie want to buy? Let's run errands for Auntie." Xie Wanying said.
"No, I'm going down to eat. Silly boy, you're a good student." Aunt Zhang patted her arm.
Xie Wanying was taken aback: I made a mistake.
Seeing her expression, Aunt Zhang was happy: "In terms of majors, I can't do it without you. You said well yesterday, which made me and her father reflect on it. That's it, I made an appointment with her father to meet below and finish eating together Come back to see her after dinner and do some shopping along the way."
Xie Wanying nodded.
"You stay with her. The doctor said that she can't eat in her mouth now, and can only get some liquid through a gastric tube. You take the fruit on the table back. She is right. It is not just for her. Those who come Those who thank you know that you are working so send them all here first, for your part." Aunt Zhang explained to her daughter.
After sending Aunt Zhang out, Xie Wanying and Liu Jingyun sat beside the patient's bed.
"The family of the old lady who underwent cardiopulmonary resuscitation sent it to her, as well as the store manager, who told us to eat at his place for free in the future." He Xiangyu said, "They said they would send us a pennant."
"Forget about the pennant." Liu Jingyun touched her face, feeling ashamed. They didn't even think about these things when they were saving lives.
Xie Wanying carefully observed the face of the second senior sister: "Do you have a fever?"
"A little bit." He Xiangyu said.
Hearing what the second senior sister said, Xie Wanying became worried, wondering if the office would ask Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhu to report the situation later. Fever is not a good thing for postoperative patients.
"Didn't they transfer you out of the ICU?" Liu Jingyun was relatively optimistic.
He Xiangyu thinks so too. If her condition didn't improve, why would she be transferred to the general ward.
Without the two of them taking it lightly, Xie Wanying looked at the door and saw a nurse passing by, and went out to ask the nurse about the situation.
"Is that He Xiangyu in bed 22? I told Dr. Zhou."
"How high is the fever, sister?"
"She only started to have a fever in the afternoon. When it was measured at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, it was 37 degrees 2. I didn't feel that the fever was too high. We observed her again. It was around 5:30, and she seemed to have a high temperature. Some, and measured her again, it was thirty-eight degrees. So we immediately told Dr. Zhou, who is her doctor in charge." The nurse said.
It was as if Senior Zhou was always on duty for his colleagues when he was hospitalized that night, and he returned to the department, the second senior sister in charge. Xie Wanying thought that if it was Senior Zhou, she would have told Teacher Fu, so she didn't go to the doctor's office to look for it.
Back in the ward, I happened to hear the second senior sister nagging to the senior sister: "Senior Zhou is in charge of me."