Chapter 509 Between Chaos and Fantasy

While Muchun was waiting outside the emergency room for someone to tell him what happened, Fang Ming walked out of the emergency room No. 2. That emergency room was a clinic for patients to rest at night, and the equipment was not as complete as the clinic during the day. , seeing Fang Ming sweating profusely, Muchun hurriedly ran forward.

"Is Director Fang's patient named Zhao Min?" Muchun asked.

"You're crazy." Fang Ming panted and sat on the chair.

"Are you okay now? Can you tell me what happened?" Muchun asked.

"You can go in and see for yourself. There's no big problem. But she insisted on saying that she was having a miscarriage. I couldn't handle this. I told her a hundred times! A hundred times! She didn't have a miscarriage. No, she just had blood pressure. The temperature dropped, the baby was fine, I checked her and the baby was fine, but she insisted on saying she was having a miscarriage, and you know what she said? "

There was an unspeakable panic and fear in Fang Ming's eyes.

"Mu Chun, just call me if you need anything. I can't help you much. I've already tied up the fetal monitor. Also, I've done a B-ultrasound. I've done everything I can. Thank God, she was so kind Once this happened, I didn’t even have time to feel sad about the professor’s death, my mind was filled with bugs.”

Fang Ming said while wiping his sweat.

"Insect? What insect?" Muchun asked, staring at Fang Ming.

"Are you particularly nervous about your own patients?" Fang Ming said seriously after a round of teasing: "She said her stomach is full of worms, full of worms."

"Damn it." Before Fang Ming finished speaking, Mu Chun opened the door and walked into the emergency room.

"Doctor Mu, Doctor Mu, you came just in time, help me, help me." Zhao Min tried to sit up after seeing Mu Chun come in. Her petite body was leaning on the bed. Zhao Min, who had not yet changed into patient clothes, was wearing her own clothes. The light yellow sweater and down jacket were thrown at the end of the bed. She didn't look like she was cooperating with the doctor's examination.

"Calm down, calm down, I need to know your situation before I know how to help you." Mu Chun stood beside Zhao Min's bed, while Zhao Min held Mu Chun's arm firmly.

"No, no, I have nothing to say. My situation is that I am having a miscarriage, I have a stomachache, and my stomach is full of bugs, all bugs."

"There can't be worms in a person's stomach. Relax, relax, it's not good for the child."

Before Muchun could finish speaking, Zhao Min shouted: "There are no children!"

He slapped his hands on his stomach, and then angrily tore off the fetal monitor tied to his abdomen and pulled it to the ground. He was as strong as a Spartan warrior preparing to go to the battlefield.

"Zhao Min, please be quiet." Muchun shouted.

Zhao Min did become quiet under Muchun's order. Then she looked at Mu Chun in surprise and said, "Doctor? Where am I? Am I in the hospital? Doctor, is there something wrong with my child? Please Doctor, please, I just want the child to be well, it doesn’t matter if I die, doctor, please, my stomach hurts so much, I beg you just want the child, leave me alone.”

"Zhao Min." Muchun shouted again in pain.

"I am Doctor Zhao Ping, and Zhao Min is my sister. Did I register the wrong name? Doctor, child, how is the child?" Zhao Min, who calmed down, let go of Muchun's arm and lay on the bed, tears streaming down his face. The corners of his eyes watered down.

Zhao Min, who was Zhao Min just now, suddenly became Zhao Ping again. Fortunately, Zhao Ping's mood is quite stable now. In the current situation, sadness is easier to deal with than anger. Mu Chun picked up the fetal monitor on the ground and looked at her gently. Zhao Ping said: "I need to do a check-up for you. Can you relax a little and try talking to the baby? Mother's encouragement is particularly useful for children, okay?"

Zhao Ping's eyes were full of panic. She didn't know if she understood what Mu Chun said, let alone how much she understood. Mu Chun calculated Zhao Ping's pregnancy period in his mind, and it should not exceed 16 months at most. weeks, but the fetal heart rate should be very clear at 4 months, and B-ultrasound can also see it more clearly. Either way can help Zhao Ping calm down her nervous mood.

But nothing should be rushed, because Muchun was not sure which words would turn Zhao Ping into Zhao Min again, and now Zhao Min was desperately trying to get rid of the bugs in his stomach.

"How about we do a B-ultrasound first? You can see it during the B-ultrasound." Muchun turned the screen of the B-ultrasound detector next to the bed to Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping nodded gratefully and whispered "thank you" from her lips.

Muchun took a pair of gloves and put them on his hands, and then asked Zhao Ping to pull up the sweater slightly. Zhao Ping's movements were very slow, and tears could not stop flowing down.

"Don't worry, it's okay. You will see the baby in a while. Can you look at the screen? Listen to me and look at the screen. Wait a moment. Your stomach will feel a little cold, and then we will see the baby. Although he is now It’s very small, but he can hear you when you talk to him. Don’t worry, I’m here, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Mu Chun smeared a layer of coupling agent on Zhao Ping's belly, then placed the ultrasound probe around the belly button. He set several parameters on the operation panel with his right hand. After a few seconds, a small but small screen appeared on the screen. Very clear figure.

"Look, the baby is fine, very fine. I will do a fetal heart rate monitor on you later. If everything is fine, you can rest here for a while, okay?" Mu Chun said every word Light, as light as cicada wings is not an exaggeration.

"Okay." Zhao Ping cried and laughed at the same time, talking nonsense: "I thought, thought, the child was going to be dead."

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Mu Chun asked, putting away the probe.

"No, it's just a little cold now. That thing is very cold." Zhao Ping burst into laughter.

To Mu Chun, it was a good thing that Zhao Ping suddenly joked. If she really became Zhao Ping, it wouldn't be a big problem. She would live as Zhao Ping first, so at least she could protect the child first.

After this stage is passed, she can find a suitable time to have a good talk with Zhao Ping and continue to make a treatment plan.

After Zhao Ping stopped clamoring for an abortion, Mu Chun's heart was slightly relieved.

"Thank you, doctor, I'm much better and should be able to go home." Zhao Ping supported the bed with both hands and sat up slowly.

She really didn't look bad, except that her hair was a little messy, but her makeup was very good. She was still very beautiful even when she cried.

Mu Chun guessed that what happened to Zhao Min today happened suddenly, but why did she suddenly say that there were worms in her stomach and that she was going to have an abortion? Mu Chun had no idea at all, and it was obvious that it was impossible to get Zhao Min to tell her what was going on.