Chapter 3017 [3017] No One Spares Their Lives
When she finished speaking, there was no sound in the room.
Xie Wanying realized that sometimes she was like Dr. Song, who failed to keep her mouth shut when she talked about medicine. She was too realistic and said everything without paying attention. In fact, this kind of person cares whether she lives or dies. The other party did not seek medical treatment from their doctor, but took the initiative to tell the other party, which may have caused trouble for the doctor himself.
It's no wonder that some clinical teachers simply don't speak from the beginning, for fear that they won't be able to stop the car after opening the chatterbox.
Say you regret it or not? Naturally, I will not regret it. After all, it is a doctor, the doctor talks about medicine is the most important thing, if you say it pragmatically, it is up to the other party to accept it or not. Doctors just need to have a clear conscience.
Besides, regardless of whether the other party hates me or not, speaking out by myself is equivalent to setting aside my professional ethics responsibility as a doctor. It will not be accused of being a doctor for inaction when it is discovered later. She and Dr. Song insisted on daring to say it, which should be based on the pros and cons calculated by the brain's subconscious mind.
Brother Cao's hand next to her gently pulled her down and pulled her to the back, probably because she was worried that the other party would suddenly become emotional. Most patients experience somewhat emotional ups and downs when told.
It is true to beware of keeping an appropriate distance, which is conducive to observation and adjustment of the next strategy.
After a while, "hahaha..." Li Yaohong suddenly raised his head and laughed as they expected. He was so excited that his whole body trembled twice, as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.
Fang Qinsu looked at his mother's face in surprise.
"Do you know what she's talking about?" Her son was looking at her. Li Yaohong turned her head and grabbed his son's unburned hand and said, "She said you were sick and I was sick. Do you think she is crazy? I I said it earlier, how can she be a doctor like the daughter of a murderer, isn't she? It's all nonsense."
His mother spit in front of him, just like the moment when the TV host went crazy freely, Fang Qinsu's eyes seemed to be dumbfounded.
Soon, Li Yaohong read the message from his son's strange eyes: the son felt that he was looking at an alien.
Her hair stood on end involuntarily.
The nurse standing across from the bed persuaded her: "Let me measure your blood pressure, ma'am. You probably have high blood pressure, and you blush like this."
Emotional blushing is there. If the face is constantly red, so red that the neck and ears are all red, anyone who is not a doctor can tell that there is something wrong with this person's body.
Li Yaohong wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his hand: "I don't have high blood pressure."
"Are you flustered now? Sit down first, I'll bring a blood pressure monitor." The nurses are well-trained, and they habitually take tools to measure when they meet patients.
Li Yaohong's breath was short, and she didn't dare to shout any more, she obediently sat back on the chair, proving that the bad guys also spared their lives.
No matter how fierce the tigress gets sick, it can only become a sick cat.
The nurse fetched the blood pressure monitor, tied the cuff on her elbow, and reported to the doctor: "210 and 130 are too high, Dr. Cao."
Li Yaohong thought she had heard it wrong, and asked the nurse, "What did you say about my blood pressure just now?"
High-net-worth individuals have more or less common sense knowledge about blood pressure.
"Your systolic blood pressure is 210 and diastolic blood pressure is 130. It's too much higher than normal. Don't you usually have high blood pressure? Impossible. Why did your blood pressure soar so high?" the nurse wondered, "Usually you really don't feel anything uncomfortable?"