"Director Mao, the diagnosis is acute appendicitis, there is nothing wrong with it." The professor on duty was called by the hospital chief to confirm the diagnosis for Director Mao.
Director Mao rested at home for a while because of the last incident.
Time sickness did not heal the wounds in her heart. As her weight increased unknowingly, her mood became increasingly depressed.
Three days ago, she developed periumbilical pain, which quickly resolved.
Intermittent pain makes hair growth feel like sitting on pins and needles.
When working in a hospital, you still have the most basic medical knowledge. Metastatic lower abdominal pain, probably appendicitis.
Sure enough, the location of the pain was fixed 1 day ago, just in the right lower abdomen.
Director Mao took antibiotics by mouth for a day, but instead of relieving his symptoms, he became more and more severe.
So she had no choice but to come to the hospital and ask a gastrointestinal surgeon to take a look at her.
Blood tests and B-ultrasound were done, and the diagnosis was very clear. It was indeed acute appendicitis.
"Director Mao, I recommend surgical treatment." Professor Wu on duty said politely, "As for the surgery, you don't have to worry, just one eye, one in the navel is enough."
"Is it okay without surgery?" Director Mao asked.
"Probably not." Professor Wu said: "The B-ultrasound showed that there was already a small amount of exudation, and the blood count was very high, so it would be difficult to save it. If conservative treatment is necessary, a series of complications such as perforation may occur."
Director Mao knew the virtues of these doctors. No matter what the disease, they would directly explain the most serious complications. In case it really happens after surgery, it is difficult to explain.
She nodded disdainfully.
"I'd better take it one night and check it out. Oral anti-inflammatory drugs won't work, but intravenous ones may help." Director Mao insisted despite sweating from his painful forehead.
Professor Wu complained in his heart.
The symptoms of acute appendicitis in Director Mao are already severe, and the possibility of perforation is high.
Judging from many years of clinical experience, it is very likely that I will not survive tonight.
He really didn't want to operate on Director Mao.
This kind of surgery should be done well. If you don't do it well, or if the postoperative pain is a little severe, you will be labeled as a poor performer.
But without surgery, the perforation is difficult to explain.
Professor Wu gritted his teeth and said with a grin: "Director Mao, there is a high possibility that your appendix is perforated. I suggest..."
"Don't suggest it." Director Mao's face turned a little pale, and the thick makeup on his face could not hide the pain.
Cold sweat dripped down, leaving shallow marks on the temples.
"Just intravenous antibiotics will suffice. I've done it twice before and it was fine."
Professor Wu was even more helpless when he saw Director Mao insisting.
"hair… "
"What the hell!" Director Mao looked unhappy, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
Generally speaking, the professors who lead each department in 912 have a certain status in the world. Not to mention Director Mao, even Ye Qingqiu, who is directly in charge, would not speak so harshly to the professor in charge.
But Director Mao's temper has been extremely bad lately, and coupled with the pain and anxiety, his tone has become a little more serious without realizing it.
"Okay." Professor Wu was bored and stopped trying to persuade him. He just told the hospital manager to write down the medical records carefully and have Director Mao's lover sign them.
Director Mao was admitted to the special needs ward and tossed and turned in bed. It felt like there was a knife in my stomach, spinning around constantly, making my whole body feel uncomfortable.
It was terribly uncomfortable.
Being sick is something you absolutely cannot relate to.
Director Mao was screaming ouch, ouch on the bed, and cursing in his mind, why is his stomach pain worse than before this time
The first two times I had acute appendicitis, it definitely didn't hurt that much.
But this time it was particularly severe. She even had the idea that if she had a heart attack now, it would be considered a blessing.
"It's better to do it." Director Mao's lover advised from the side.
"Whatever you do, the knife won't cut into your stomach anyway, right?" Director Mao glared, and her lover immediately became scared.
"Just finish this bottle of antibiotics and you'll be fine. Do you really want something to happen to me during the surgery?" Director Mao scolded.
"..." Her lover had no choice but to pretend to pour water, feeling depressed.
During the recent period, she said she was recuperating at home, but her temper became worse and worse, and she eventually became a punching bag.
Alas, this life is really unbearable.
He cursed a few times in his heart. He had a gentle temperament, and Director Mao was in a strong position in the family, so he only dared to curse in his heart and never dared to say it out loud.
"Drink some water."
"Don't drink! If you have an operation, you have to fast and drink nothing before the operation. Are you expecting my appendix to perforate?" Director Mao continued angrily.
His lover had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
It seemed like it was his fault whether he had surgery or not, and he didn't know what to say.
After a while, after a sharp pain, Director Mao suddenly felt that the pain in his stomach suddenly eased.
It seems that after a certain critical point, everything is progressing in the right direction. Hope it's okay this time, no! It will be fine.
The pain subsided and Director Mao felt much more comfortable. She changed her position and fell into a deep sleep.
Four hours later, the nurse came to take the temperature.
The value measured by the gun thermometer actually reached 40 degrees Celsius, which shocked the nurse.
Is the thermometer broken
She immediately took a sterilized mercury thermometer to the ward and put it under her arm for Director Mao.
Director Mao’s lover felt something was wrong.
She doesn't sleep well, and when someone disturbs her, she wakes up very angry. Why is there no movement at all despite all the fuss
He tried calling twice, but Director Mao didn't say a word and just fell into a deep sleep.
A few minutes later, the value of the mercury thermometer was also 40°C.
The nurse quickly found the doctor on duty and called the gastrointestinal resident and Professor Wu over.
Professor Wu's physical examination showed a typical slab-shaped abdomen, accompanied by high fever. It was considered that the appendix was perforated and ruptured, and peritonitis and septic shock were to be ruled out.
Emergency surgery, nothing to say this time.
During the pre-operative explanation, Professor Wu personally took action and told the entire illness story in a very sad tone.
Director Mao's lover was reasonable, not to mention that he still remembered the signing just a few hours ago.
I signed the contract honestly and prepared for emergency surgery.
The anesthesiologist was seeing the patient before surgery, and Lao He hurried over.
"Lao He, this is your class." Professor Wu said with a smile, "I also want to contact Director Xu and find someone to provide anesthesia."
"Don't ask me," Lao He said, "It's better to ask Director Xu. It's not good if Director Xu doesn't come for the hospital leader's surgery."
"You are becoming more and more humble. I heard that you arranged the stage for Boss Zheng and went abroad?" Professor Wu asked.
"Hehe." Lao He was a little proud, but his mind was still clear. He put aside the small talk and said: "I think Director Yanmao, if you don't want to call, Lao Wu, I will definitely report it."
"It would be better for you to report." Professor Wu said.
It's already past 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. No matter who you call at this time, you will probably be scolded a few times.
Why bother