Chapter 392 Between Pain and Screaming

After Fang Ming received a call from the nurses' desk of the first area of ​​the surgical ward of Zhinan Affiliated Hospital, he immediately called Mu Chun. Fortunately, Mu Chun had already left at 7:30 and said that it was just right to change the route and go directly to the Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center. Fang Ming and Mu Chun made an appointment to meet directly in the surgical ward.

Fang Ming conveyed the nurse's situation to Mu Chun on the phone. Mu Chun quickened his pace, opened a shared bicycle on the side of the road, and rode hard towards the Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center without caring about the biting cold wind and the fact that he didn't even have a scarf.

Really, if you want to buy a scarf, you must have money.

Since knowing that his savings were originally put into the public welfare project [walk for mental health] every year, Mu Chun had nothing to complain about. He just thought that it seemed that he had to find a way to make more money, otherwise it would be uncomfortable in winter.

The chain made a squeaking sound, and Mu Chun didn't care about changing a new bike. He rushed to Zhinan Affiliated Hospital in twenty minutes.

As soon as he entered the elevator, Fang Ming grabbed him. "I thought I would arrive earlier than you." Fang Ming said with a little breath.

"Ah, it will be faster for me to ride a bike here. Shouldn't Zhou Ming be discharged today?" Mu Chun asked Fang Ming which floor he was on and then asked about Zhou Ming's condition.

"The nurse said it was abdominal pain, very severe abdominal pain, and it should still be painful now, but the doctor is not allowed to check." Fang Ming was halfway through the elevator door opening.

Ding! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Scream, another scream, Mu Chun was very familiar with this scream, this tragic scream was made by Zhou Ming.

He was very thin, but he tried his best to shout out a sound that everyone could hear.

The surgical ward was very busy in the morning. Many patients who had just finished surgery were taken care of by their families. There were six patients in the ward. Zhou Ming was so noisy that the family members in other beds could only retreat outside the ward or draw the curtain next to their own bed.

A nurse next to Zhou Ming's bed was comforting him, but it was obvious that the nurse had just finished a night shift, and there were still a few visible thin red bloodshot in her eyes. She said to Zhou Ming with a sad face: "What's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache? Why don't you see a doctor? Aren't you making yourself uncomfortable?"

Mu Chun took the white coat handed to him by the nurse and walked to Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming closed his eyes tightly because of the pain and couldn't see Mu Chun standing in front of him at all.

"Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming, it's me, Doctor Mu Chun." Mu Chun squatted down and knelt on one knee on the ground.

The advantage of doing this is that if the patient suddenly tenses up and makes violent movements, he won't bump into the bed behind him because of lack of preparation.

Although Mu Chun's action looked very natural, Fang Ming saw it all. He didn't expect that Mu Chun's professional quality was so high. His understanding of this doctor was constantly being refreshed.

"I don't want it, I don't want it." Zhou Ming shouted, changing his usual silent appearance, and kept saying, "No, I don't want it, I don't want it."

Mu Chun saw that his forehead was white, his cheeks were red, and his lips were also bright red.

Looking up at the nurse, "Did he take his temperature this morning?"

Hearing Mu Chun's question, the nurse walked to the bedside in two steps, picked up the case and looked at it, "38.1, maybe now." The nurse walked around the bedside and walked to Mu Chun's side, which was just right to see Zhou Ming's face clearly.

The nurse wanted to reach out and touch Zhou Ming's forehead, but Zhou Ming opened it all at once, and the force was so great that it was not like a child.

The nurse's name was Lin Han, and she could only shake her head and said, "I'll get the electronic thermometer to measure it again."

She walked out of the surgical ward with a clatter.

Other family members of patients standing in the corridor pulled Lin Han and whispered, "Is this child crazy?"

"He is sick, what's crazy about him." Lin Han said without exaggerating, and walked straight to the nurse's station.

"What do you think?" Fang Ming walked to Mu Chun and asked.

"It should be the reason I thought." Mu Chun said, motioning Fang Ming to come closer, and then whispered in Fang Ming's ear: "He doesn't want to be discharged from the hospital."

Fang Ming was calm, with a bit of surprise on his cold face, and more of unspeakable sadness between his gradually tightened forehead.

"I thought his parents would always come together today." Fang Ming's voice was very soft, and only Mu Chun could hear it.

Mu Chun was still worried, and pulled Fang Ming a little further away.

"Be sure to call the parents,"

Mu Chun said seriously.

"The nurse should have called, and what I want to know most now is why Zhou Ming has a stomachache?" Fang Ming said.

Out of the professional instinct of a surgeon, Fang Ming was eager to know what caused the patient's sudden stomachache.

For Fang Ming, there are many possible reasons for Zhou Ming's stomachache, but what he is most worried about now is not those familiar reasons, such as acute intussusception, intestinal volvulus, acute gastritis, gastric perforation, acute enteritis, and children may not be able to distinguish the specific location of stomach pain, so acute diseases of other organs cannot be ruled out.

But what Fang Ming is most worried about now is not these. What he is most worried about is whether Zhou Ming has eaten something again. Ever since he heard Mu Chun say that children with pica will eat chalk, candles, newspapers, cement, sawdust, slippers and other strange "foods", Fang Ming has been particularly worried about Zhou Ming's diet. He is worried that Zhou Ming will eat some messy things again after he resumes semi-liquid diet after surgery.

For example, he likes things like balls of yarn.

Thinking of this, Fang Ming ran to Zhou Ming in one step, grabbed the blanket on Zhou Ming's body, checked along the corners on both sides, and then turned to Mu Chun and shook his head.

"Let me try again." With Zhou Ming's intermittent screams, Mu Chun asked Fang Ming to wait outside for a while, and then pulled the curtain on Zhou Ming's bed.

"Zhou Ming, I want you to open your eyes and look at me."

Clear instructions usually have a better effect on children, especially for a child who has already gone to school. Zhou Ming is in the second grade, and children studying in public schools have experienced more than a year of school life with clear instructions.

So usually for young school-age children, speaking to them in a tone similar to that of a class teacher can often make them concentrate immediately.

Zhou Ming is no exception. When he heard Mu Chun say this, he immediately opened his eyes.

After seeing Mu Chun, he quickly closed his eyes again.

"Are you not keeping your word?" Mu Chun asked deliberately.

"Ah~ ...