Chapter 1424: 【1424】is the great deity hidden at the back
The process demonstrated just how challenging this drainage was.
Huang Zhilei, without turning back to look at Student Pan, understood this better. He saw the beads of sweat forming on Junior Xie Wanying’s forehead. The junior wasn’t overexerting herself, as Yue Wentong was already helping to support the patient. The junior was using all her ntal energy.
If Senior Cao were here, he would probably worry once more about Junior Xie overexerting herself ntally.
Huang Zhilei thought for a mont and, imitating Senior Cao, lightly patted the junior on the back to ease her nerves.
Feeling that hand patting her back, Xie Wanying didn’t know why, but the image of Senior Cao flashed in her mind.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, keep pulling.” Li Guoxin and Director Zheng continuously called out to Student Pan, who was pulling the drainage tube.
Pan Shihua was startled: What did that an? Hadn’t the teachers always been cautioning them to be careful?
Seeing his hand about to stop, Li Guoxin hurriedly grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand to tug the drainage tube again.
Several students were startled by this “forceful” action from the professor. Xie Wanying and her peers had to think: their so-called “rough” actions were nothing in comparison.
While the teacher acted, Xie Wanying clenched her hand into a fist and pressed it against the patient’s back to exert force. The long string of “dirty stuff” swished out of the patient’s abdominal cavity, indicating that the rubber tube’s head had finally reached the critical point for drainage.
The culprit inside the patient had been removed.
Everyone’s eyes swept towards her, as her move just now was too conspicuous.
The other students, without the teachers’ experience, finally realized who was the most skilled here: the real expert was hidden behind the scenes.
Cough, cough. The patient coughed twice from their throat, as if signaling that they could breathe now.
“Feeling better?” Director Zheng patted the patient’s shoulder, both comforting and encouraging them, “Be strong, young man. You’ll be fine, everything will pass. For now, it’s like this, and tomorrow we’ll see if the tube needs another flush. As long as all the pus inside drains out, your fever will go down. Without a fever, you’ll gradually recover. The most important thing with your condition is not to have a recurrent infection.”
Standing outside the door, the patient’s mother, Chen Chengran’s mom seed to hear what the doctor was saying in the ward, and tears stread down her face. This ti, the sobbing did not reveal despair, but the realization from the doctor’s words: her son was saved.
Chen Chengran’s father, like a tough man, looked up at the ceiling and shed tears: it was incredibly difficult for his son to be saved.
The doctors needed to be thanked, especially those two young doctors.
The extracted material needed to be sent for testing quickly; the experienced old doctor visually judged the drainage and adjusted the patient’s treatnt plan.
The director and professor went out to talk to the family. Doctor Jiang went to give dical advice. The spectators all left. Huang Zhilei, the chief resident, went out to take a call. In the ward, only Xie Wanying and her two classmates were left.
The three quietly watched the patient.
Chen Chengran’s breathing beca increasingly steady, and the monitor showed his heart rate had dropped, returning to a more stable range of over seventy beats per minute. His body temperature was dropping, and everything was improving.
“He will get better,” Xie Wanying said softly to Student Pan.
“Thank you, Yingying,” Pan Shihua replied, his slightly lowered face pale, his expression dim, clearly indicating that although he was happy for his classmate’s rescue, he wasn’t overwhelmingly joyful.
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