As i Dong had said, so beds indeed held three children.
But on others, there were four.
What was most fascinating was that the nurses inside knew exactly where each baby they were responsible for was placed. As they moved through the room, no mix-ups occurred.
Of course, mistakes might have happened, but Du Heng didn't notice any.
After a tour of the ward, Du Heng was escorted to i Dong's office.
i Dong spoke at length, mostly explaining why he had invited Du Heng for the consultation, extending him considerable courtesy.
At the sa ti, i Dong subtly conducted his initial assessnt of Du Heng, needing to ascertain if he possessed genuine skill.
Du Heng, of course, could detect the probing nature of i Dong's words, but as it was neither obvious nor excessive, he felt no resentnt.
Soon, the conversation shifted to the child requiring treatnt. After listening to i Dong's explanation of the situation, Du Heng didn't imdiately offer his opinion. Instead, he said, "Director i, if it's convenient, I'd like to perform a comprehensive examination on the child."
i Dong wasn't surprised by Du Heng's request; in fact, he would have been surprised if Du Heng hadn't suggested it. "Alright, then please change your clothes, President Du."
Du Heng nodded in agreent.
Changing clothes was a simple way of putting it. Entry into the critical care ward required thorough disinfection and cleaning.
Once Du Heng had completed all preparations, he followed i Dong into the ward.
It was only then that Du Heng suddenly realized the sounds he'd heard in the hallway earlier were trivial in comparison to the cacophony within.
The mont he stepped inside, his ears were montarily deafened, followed by a persistent buzzing in his head.
The relentless, overlapping cries of the babies, to put it bluntly, were distressing and caused Du Heng a strong sense of physical discomfort.
It was also at that mont that he gained a clearer appreciation for the resilience and difficulty faced by the dical staff working there.
This job truly isn't for ordinary people.
Especially without imnse ntal fortitude; prolonged exposure to such an environnt would undoubtedly lead to a breakdown.
Du Heng gently shook his head. After a mont to adjust, listening to the wails around him, he recalled the twins he had heard about earlier.
"...Director i, may I see the twin sister?" Du Heng recounted what he had overheard outside and then made his request.
"I know the twins you're referring to. They're over here; follow ."
Without hesitation, i Dong led Du Heng around a corner to a small, single cot.
With just one glance, Du Heng asked, "Are these twins premature, leading to underdeveloped cardiopulmonary function?"
i Dong nodded. "Born forty-five days early, and twins at that. When they were first brought in, each was only about the size of two palms."
He sighed. "Their cardiopulmonary developnt was incomplete upon arrival, and many tests were inconclusive. But after a trendous effort, we managed to pull both children through. Two days ago, once they stabilized, we perford another examination.
Who would have known the younger sister had a congenital heart defect—no septum—and with her underdeveloped cardiopulmonary function, surgery was impossible."
After exerting such imnse effort, this outco was heartbreaking, even for i Dong, who was accustod to matters of life and death.
"Actually, if the child rely had a septal defect, she could have waited for her cardiopulmonary system to fully develop, then undergo curative surgery. Or if her cardiopulmonary developnt had been good at birth, we could have fought for her. But now, there's no chance. To prevent the family from wasting more money, we arranged for her direct discharge. There's no longer any point in treatnt. Sigh, I was the one who signed her discharge papers this morning."
So, the hospital wasn't deliberately overcharging.
Du Heng hadn't believed from the start that i Dong and his colleagues would do such a thing for money. Now, with this confirmation, he felt more at ease.
As a doctor, he feared two things: incompetent quacks gaining fa, and renowned hospitals lacking a conscience.
However, considering their patient volu, they truly had no need to earn such unscrupulous money.
"President Du, perhaps you'd like to examine this child as well? If you have a good redy, we could try it for this child too?"
Du Heng shook his head. "Director i, you're too kind. Your treatnt is excellent. It's clear at a glance that the child's lung developnt has been corrected, and her heart developnt is on the right track. I won't interfere unnecessarily."
For both doctors and patients, the biggest taboo is interfering midway through treatnt. Each doctor has their own approach, which ans different treatnt thods and dications. As long as the condition is improving and the body is recovering, it's best to continue the current treatnt and not entertain other ideas. Changing course halfway is truly detrintal to everyone involved.
i Dong, of course, also understood this principle. His words were partly politeness and partly another test.
If Du Heng had actually taken him up on it, it would have shown him to be naive. Even if highly skilled, i Dong would have then thought twice about any dicine Du Heng might prescribe.
More likely, however, i Dong wouldn't have taken Du Heng's potential intervention seriously anyway.
Seeing Du Heng's reaction, i Dong smiled and said no more, instead leading him directly to their intended patient.
"President Du, this was the child's condition then. Today is the fourth day. The issue with abnormal muscle tone has eased sowhat, but the sucking reflex hasn't changed. He still needs to be intubated for feeding; he has no sucking instinct at all."
Du Heng examined the child before him.
A little boy. His symptoms overlapped by about 80% with the child Du Heng had previously treated.
Of these overlapping symptoms, so were relatively mild, while others were very severe. However, these weren't the primary concerns.
The problem was that this child had experienced two convulsions just during this brief examination.
Furthermore, the continued absence of a sucking reflex ant that so damage, such as to his neuromuscular control, was now inevitable.
It was like the long-term effects often seen in children with cerebral palsy: an unsteady, leaning gait as they grew, and uncontrollable facial muscles.
The only uncertainty now was the extent of the damage to his intelligence.
However, with the success of the first treatnt as a foundation, Du Heng was now very confident in his thods. He wouldn't dare claim a complete cure, but he believed he could achieve maximum correction.
Although it had been four days for this child, the Provincial Won and Children's Hospital had administered drugs to support his brain nerve developnt, which had bought Du Heng so precious ti.
Du Heng remained silent, examining the child once more, ntally adjusting his prescription. With the bonus from his previous Pharmaceutical Expertise, he could now identify and refine imperfections in the earlier dication.
Although Du Heng was already deep in thought about the treatnt, the onlookers who had gathered were growing impatient.
Everyone in this ward, all the dical staff, knew the severity of cerebral hypoxia complications. Their greatest hope for this child was rely to lessen the severity of these complications as much as possible.
A complete cure? They hadn't even dread of it.
But now, their esteed director had brought in a young man who claid he could cure this disease. Either the director had been duped, or the world had gone mad.
Seeing Du Heng remain silent and seemingly hesitant, soone finally couldn't hold back. "Putting on a mystical act. Who knows how he tricked the director."
"Maybe the director didn't arrange this. The family probably found so Jianghu Divine Doctor, and the director couldn't refuse them, so he let him take a look."
At this mont, a young, enthusiastic doctor standing nearby could no longer restrain himself. He shot a cold glare at the two gossiping individuals. "Shut up, you two! Don't embarrass yourselves with your shallow ignorance. This man is the dean of the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital."
"Hmph, the dean of the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital? So what?"
In their eyes, frankly, the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital was no different from the ubiquitous clinics found on any roadside.
They were quite arrogant.
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