"Chief Mao, the diagnosis is acute appendicitis. There's no problem." The professor on duty was called over by the chief resident to diagnose Chief Mao.
Because of the previous incident, Director Mao had been resting at home for a period of time.
Time did not heal the trauma in her heart. While her weight was unknowingly increasing, her mood became more and more depressed.
Three days ago, she experienced pain around her umbilical cord, but it soon recovered.
The intermittent pain made Chief Mao feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Working in a hospital, one had to have basic medical knowledge. Metastatic pain in the lower abdomen. It should be appendicitis.
Sure enough, one day ago, the location of the pain was fixed, it was in the right lower abdomen.
Chief Mao had taken antibiotics by mouth for an entire day, but not only did his symptoms not improve, they were getting worse.
Therefore, she could only come to the hospital and find a gastroenterologist to take a look at her.
Blood tests and ultrasonography were done, and the diagnosis was clear. It was indeed acute appendicitis.
"Director Mao, I suggest surgery." Professor Wu, who was on duty, said politely, "As for the surgery, you don't have to worry about it. Just make an eye on the navel."
"Can we not do the surgery?" Chief Mao asked.
"I don't think so." Professor Wu said, "The ultrasound shows that there is a small amount of fluid, and the blood count is very high. It will be difficult to save the patient. If it's treated conservatively, there might be a series of complications such as perforation. "
Chief Mao knew the morality of these doctors. No matter what kind of illness it was, they would directly tell him the most serious complications. It would be hard to explain if it really appeared after the surgery.
She nodded disdainfully.
"I think it's better for me to keep it a night. Oral anti-inflammatory drugs don't work well. Intravenous injections might work." Director Mao's forehead was sweating from the pain, but he still insisted.
Professor Wu complained in his heart.
Chief Mao's acute appendicitis symptoms were already very serious, and the possibility of perforation was very high.
Based on his many years of clinical experience, it was highly likely that he would not survive the night.
From the bottom of his heart, he did not want to operate on Director Mao.
This kind of surgery should be done well. If he didn't do it well, or if the pain after the surgery was too severe, he would be labeled as not good enough.
However, without surgery, it would be difficult to explain the perforation.
Professor Wu forced a smile and said, "Chief Mao, there is a high possibility that your appendix has perforated. I suggest …"
"Stop suggesting." Director Mao's face was a little pale, and even the thick makeup on her face could not hide the pain she was in.
Cold sweat dripped down his face, leaving faint streaks on his temples.
"Some antibiotics will be enough. I've done it twice before, but it was fine."
Seeing Director Mao's insistence, Professor Wu felt even more helpless.
"F * ck …"
"What are you talking about!" Chief Mao looked displeased. "Didn't you hear what I said?"
Generally speaking, the professors leading the various departments of the 912 had a certain level of status. Not to mention Director Mao, even Ye Qingqiu, who was directly in charge, would not speak so harshly to the leading professor.
However, Division Chief Mao's temper had been extremely bad recently. Coupled with the pain, his tone had unknowingly become heavier.
"Alright then." Professor Wu was annoyed and did not try to persuade the chief resident anymore. He only told the chief resident to write down the medical records properly and let Director Mao's wife sign it.
Director Mao was admitted to the VIP ward and tossed and turned on the bed. It was as if there was a knife in his stomach, twisting and turning, making his whole body uncomfortable.
It was unbearable.
When it came to sickness, it was impossible to empathize with it.
Chief Mao screamed in pain on the bed as he cursed in his heart. Why did his stomach ache so much worse than before?
The previous two times he had acute appendicitis, it definitely did not hurt this much.
But this time, it was especially serious. She even had a thought that if she died of a heart attack now, it would be considered a blessing.
"Why don't you just do it?" Chief Mao's wife tried to persuade him.
"Why do it? Anyway, the knife isn't on your stomach, is it?!" Chief Mao glared at him, and his wife immediately cowered.
"I'll be fine after this bottle of antibiotics. Do you want something to happen to me during the surgery?!" Chief Mao scolded.
"…" His wife had no choice but to pretend to pour water, feeling depressed.
Recently, she had said that she was recuperating at home, but her temper had become worse and worse. In the end, he had become the punching bag.
Sigh, he really couldn't go on living like this.
He cursed in his heart. He had a gentle personality to begin with, and Chief Mao was in a strong position at home. He only dared to curse in his heart and definitely did not dare to say it out loud.
"Drink some water."
"No! If I do the surgery, I have to fast water before the surgery. Are you hoping that my appendix will perforate? "Chief Mao continued to say angrily.
His wife could only shut her mouth.
It was as if it was his fault whether he did the surgery or not. He also did not know what to say.
After a while, after a sharp pain, Chief Mao suddenly felt that the pain in her stomach had suddenly subsided.
It seemed that after a certain critical point, everything was progressing in the right direction. I hope it's okay this time. No! It will definitely be okay.
The pain had subsided, and Chief Mao felt much better. She changed her position and fell into a deep sleep.
Four hours later, the nurse came to take her temperature.
The gun-mounted thermometer showed a value of 40 degrees Celsius, which shocked the nurse.
Was the thermometer faulty?
She immediately took a sterilized mercury thermometer to the ward and put it under Chief Mao's armpit.
Chief Mao's wife felt that something was wrong.
She did not sleep well, and once someone disturbed her, she would be very angry when she woke up. How could there be no movement at all after all that trouble?
He tried to call her twice, but Chief Mao did not say a word. She just slept soundly.
A few minutes later, the mercury thermometer also showed 40 degrees Celsius.
The nurse quickly looked for the doctor on duty and called the chief resident of the gastrointestinal department, Professor Wu, over.
Professor Wu examined the body. It was a typical plate-shaped abdomen accompanied by high fever. It was considered that the appendix had perforated and ruptured, and it was accompanied by peritonitis and septic shock.
Emergency surgery. This time, there was nothing to say.
Before the surgery, Professor Wu personally went out and explained the entire process of the illness in a very sorrowful tone.
Chief Mao's wife was quite reasonable. Moreover, he had just signed a few hours ago, so he still remembered it.
He obediently signed and prepared for the emergency surgery.
The anesthesiologist looked at the patient before the surgery. Lao He rushed over.
"Lao He, your class," Professor Wu said with a smile. "I still want to contact Chief Xu and find someone to anesthetize."
"Don't mind," Lao He said. "It's better to find Chief Xu. It's not good for Chief Xu not to come for the hospital leader's surgery."
"You're becoming more and more humble. I heard that you're supporting Boss Zheng and even went abroad? "Professor Wu asked.
"Hehe." Lao He was a little proud, but his mind was still clear. He changed the topic and said, "I saw Chief Mao. Old Wu, if you don't want to call, I'll definitely report it."
"It's better for you to report," Professor Wu said.
It was already past midnight. No matter who he called at this time, he would probably be scolded a few times.
Why did he have to do this?
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