Chapter 8

Chen Qun sent out that post, at the other end of the earth, caused a little bit of a sensation, with more than 10 replies.

"Good idea. Maybe I can put a light bulb in my mouth."

"In fact, I have a simpler way, free cover can achieve the same effect."

"I suggest that it's more appropriate to recommend this video to the novelty website. It's hardly applicable!"

Hundreds of clicks and more than ten replies were excluded from the home page before long. After all, as the world's most authoritative medical professional website, swallowing a light bulb is more like a joke than a real medical innovation. Because for the vast majority of doctors, it may not happen once in a lifetime.

But it's also because, like a joke, almost no one gave a bad comment. The score of the system reached 7.3, and in the blink of an eye, it was submerged in the vast video, and even the waves didn't appear.

Early in the morning, Chen Qun woke up and thought that the whole person was a little strange. It seemed that he had been tossing about for a day and a night. But at this time, he was much more antipsychotic. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. He was stunned.

The palm placed in front of his eyes seemed to be quite different. It was not only elongated, but also blistered from several calluses on the palm. It tore off gently, revealing a piece of tender red skin.

This

Is this really working?

Or normal old cocoon fall?

Chen Qun waved his hand two times, as if he thought it was different, but he was not sure. With a turn of eyes, I saw the surgical instruments placed in the opposite operation cabinet and had an idea.

In the twinkling of an eye, he took a few steamed buns from the canteen, carefully took a scalpel and cut them on the thin skin. After a few cuts, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Chen Qun knows that his fingers are really different from the original. It can not only perfectly mark out threads with a spacing of less than 1 mm on the dough, but also easily mark out dozens of circles without any distortion.

Surgery is originally more sophisticated than embroidery technology, does not need much effort, the need is accurate, flexible, stable. If the palm of his hand was bumpy in the past, it is now flowing.

Chen Qun remembers the feeling when he used the scroll to operate on the patient yesterday. At this time, without the scroll, he could find the same shock in his palm.

Surgeons are really gifted, especially with palms. If the palm loses its stability, no matter how powerful the surgeon is, he will have to be a magician and become a hero.

He looked at ten slender green fingers, which were quite different from yesterday's slightly rounded cylinder. The color has changed from bronze to white. The whole palm also had a little deformation, the palm like a Pufan, also turned into a cuboid.

Chen Qun couldn't help finding a steel ruler and began to measure it.

"I can't think of a big man who is more narcissistic than our girls! Even measuring the length of fingers! "

A goose faced little nurse came in with two cups of soymilk. She laughed at Chen Qun and pushed a cup of soymilk from the table.

"Thank you, nurse Zhang!"

Chen Qun quickly took the soymilk and expressed his heartfelt thanks to the little nurse Zhang Xin.

This beautiful little nurse is famous for her knife mouth and bean curd heart. When I was in the general surgery department, I had several contacts. Last night, I was on the night shift to treat the funny bad boy, which made me a lot closer.

Before drinking two mouthfuls of soybean milk, I saw a middle-aged woman holding a young man with her nose covered. She strode in and pressed the young man in front of Chen Qun in a hurry.

"Doctor, my son has nosebleed again. He can't stop it all the time. Please help him! This is the third time I've been sent to the hospital this month! "

Chen Qun quickly put down the things in his hands and stood up. He saw that the handkerchief covering his nose was dyed red by nosebleed, and his clothes were stained with a lot of it.

Just gently stretched out his hand to open, nose blood on the lead into a line to drip down. Hurriedly pressed to go back, want to all don't want to ground to charge to Zhang Xin.

"Wipe 4% phenylephrine solution, need to burn hemostasis!"

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said to Chen Qun: "last time we came here, the old doctor said that his nasal mucosa was very thin and could not be damaged any more, otherwise it would be massive bleeding and it would be difficult to stop."

Before Chen Qun answered, a screen suddenly appeared in front of him“ Theme scene task one, strange boy. The difficulty is three stars. Mission reward, unknown! "

It's not a dream operation mode, and there's no scroll. It seems that it's real.Chen Qun's head turned so fast that he immediately realized that the boy didn't have nosebleed. Otherwise, the most common problem is three stars?

With the wiping of phenylephrine solution, the young man's nosebleed stopped gradually. Chen Qun used strong light to irradiate him. He found that the bleeding point was in the Kirschner vein from the back edge. If burned, it could stop bleeding quickly, but it would destroy the nasal mucosa.

After thinking about it, I decided to ask the situation first.

"Do you usually use any medicine to stop bleeding?"

"Fluticasone Propionate Nasal Spray on weekdays, it just can't work."

no wonder!

"Abuse of steroid spray will make the nasal mucosa thin and cause severe nosebleeds. Severe nosebleeds also lead to the use of sprays. As long as the spray is stopped, nasal bleeding can be stopped. But to be on the safe side, I need to check the child's physical function! "

"No, I have to go to class in the morning!"

As soon as he stood up and said something, he coughed up suddenly, and his mouth gushed blood. His arm was pressed on his chest, and his face was very uncomfortable.

"Lie down!"

Chen Qun immediately pressed him on the bed and supported his chest with his palm, but he did not see any blood flowing out of his nose. However, with a cough, blood came out of his mouth.

"Don't press there! It hurts

The boy frowned more and more.

Chen Qun loosened his palm and gently pressed it with his two fingers. "Tell me where the pain is."

With the soft but powerful fingers, they move in the young man's chest and lock a nail between the ribs in the blink of an eye. And the boy's face became more and more painful, breathing heavily.

"Ventilator, intravenous paracetamol!"

With Chen Qun's cry, several nurses rushed to control the boy's condition and fell asleep.

"Auntie, you need to ask for leave from school. Your child should have a bronchial or lung problem and need further examination to be sure

What is the condition, not the doctor who is on duty, has the final say, whether it is for the reward of the system or for the patient, he needs to go all out to cure the child.