Chapter 69 Pretending to have diarrhea
Winfrey looked at the man on the stretcher. The man's face was pale and bloodless, and there was a fine drop of sweat on his forehead. His eyes seemed to have lost focus, and he seemed to be suffering from illness.
He asked the family members who came with the patient: "When did he develop these symptoms? Did he have a similar medical history before? What foods did he come into contact with before the onset of the disease or what kind of shock did he experience?"
The female family member, who was dressed like a village girl and looked slovenly, asked in confusion: "What is a medical history?"
Before the doctor could speak, the muscular assistant on the side replied: "Mr. Winfrey means, has the patient had similar symptoms before? The same symptoms as today?"
The village girl suddenly realized, "Oh oh oh - no, I have watched Albert grow up. His body has always been very strong, and he can do more work than the draft horses on the farm. This is the first time I have discovered This situation... wuwuwu! Doctor, please save my brother, he is the only working-age male left in our family."
The village girl cried hoarsely and clung to the doctor's clothes. She also stretched out her hand to wipe away the snot and tears from her dirty face, and wiped them onto the doctor's white coat, staining the white cloth with gray and black. palm prints and traces.
But the doctor was not angry when he saw this, and still had a light smile on his face that made people feel refreshed.
However, the strong assistant came over and pulled away the anxious female family member and comforted: "Don't worry, let the doctor diagnose the condition first. You will only hinder the doctor's work."
The ignorant village girl stopped her noisy movements and just stood beside her, choking and murmuring: Wow, little Albert, my dear brother, you had a bowl of oatmeal in the morning, why did you eat it at noon? I suddenly fell ill. How could I go back and explain to my parents if you asked me like this...
Seeing that Dr. Winfrey could not get any effective information from the patient's family members, he called his assistant to get a pillow and put it under the feet of the patient who was almost fainting. He placed the patient in a head-down and foot-high position to allow the brain to Get adequate blood supply and turn the person's head to the side to prevent the tongue from blocking the airway.
Then he began to unbutton the young man's clothes on the stretcher, opened the other person's clothes, reached out to touch his strong chest, and put the cup-shaped stethoscope head against the slightly rising chest. He listened carefully to the feedback from the ear piece. Sound - The heartbeat is extremely weak, and there is obvious bradycardia.
While performing chest compressions, Winfres shouted to his assistant:
"Nelo, prepare your adrenaline."
"yes!"
The medical assistant who received the order quickly took out the corresponding medicine from the medicine box and delivered it to the doctor.
Dr. Winfrey directly took off the young patient's pants. He inserted a needle into the patient's outer thigh muscle and quickly injected 0.5 mg of adrenal hormone solution into it.
He continued to pay attention to the heartbeat sound fed back by the earpiece, and at the same time, his palms were still attached to the patient's chest and he continued to perform chest compressions.
But a steady and powerful heartbeat finally returned to the ear piece. The patient turned his head and vomited out a pool of vomit, and his eyes slowly opened.
"Nelo, take the patient to the side to inject the physiological solution. If any abnormal symptoms occur again, please notify me immediately."
After Winfres said this, he wiped away the sweat on his forehead, sat back at the desk without stopping, and asked the next patient: "Excuse me, what's wrong with you?"
"Doctor, I feel like my skin is swollen hard and painful. The skin has become pitted and sunken inward. From time to time, some clear water-like liquid will overflow, which has made my recent business worse. "Many, can you help me see if there is anything wrong with it?"
As the female patient spoke, she was about to take off her clothes, which caused several strong and muscular men in the queue behind her to widen their eyes, fearing that they would miss this free feast.
Stop - Dr. Winfrey directly stopped the patient's dissolute behavior and waved his hand to the simple privacy room next to it, which was composed of four screens. "Let's move over here and proceed with the next diagnosis."
"Hehehe, no problem, doctor, I will listen to you."
The female patient tightened her clothes, turned around and winked at the men whose expectations had failed, and walked into the private room with her graceful figure.
And all this was seen by the female detective sitting in the corner pretending to accompany her brother... This Dr. Winfrey seemed to be really a gentleman.
She has been sitting on a simple temporary seat made of wooden boxes, staying beside the coachman X211 whose alias is Alvert, playing the role of her sister.
But in fact, she had been paying attention to the desk in the center of the blue-purple hall with the corner of her eye. Her slightly pointed ears were perked up, and she had been paying attention to the situation in the venue.
She saw Winfried taking the trouble to see patients again and again, even if the weird and vulgar patients tried to make things difficult, saying, "I clearly heard the aunt on the next street mention that this disease only requires an injection. What's the name of that ink?" Fez or Madephis medicine can cure you immediately. Why do you have to prescribe so many pills to me and I have to take them for several days? ! Isn't there any other way to get quick results? !
Even after hearing such ignorant remarks, his face did not show a trace of boredom or impatience, and he still answered patiently.
The female detective only saw a selfless doctor with high moral character.
She heard Winfried's voice was always steady, no matter how strange the patient's reasons were, even if the patient clearly had sound limbs and healthy physical signs, he still asked the doctor to hang him with a bottle of glucose solution - this This guy is obviously trying to get medicine under the pretext of being sick, so the doctor will kindly ask him to wait aside and arrange for him to receive intravenous fluid later.
"Is Dr. Winfrey really just an ordinary, kind-hearted volunteer doctor?" Charlotte Holmes seemed to be strengthening her doubts, and at the same time she seemed to be convincing herself.
Her sensibility told her that this doctor's behavior was indeed selfless and noble. How could he be one of those crazy evil heretics?
But her rationality was doubting that if he was really just an ordinary doctor, why did he choose this place where mysterious incidents had occurred to conduct free clinics?
There are so many abandoned and dilapidated houses in London with no property rights disputes. He can easily find a place to conduct free clinic activities. But he chose this mission hospital... He must have hidden evil intentions! He must be coveting the esoteric heritage that may exist here!
Charlotte Holmes has now passed through the special period that is fixed every month. The emotional power in her thinking is as low as sand and dust, and is only allocated to the powerful rationality to trample under her feet.
The female detective had an idea and decided to take an excuse to visit other places in St. Arthenius Hospital to see if she could find any other clues.
X211 also seemed to sense that Miss Holmes was about to make a move. He lowered his voice and asked, "Rikki, do you need me to cover you?"
"No need, just lie down here and pretend to sleep."
The rude village girl stood up, walked coquettishly to the side of the strong doctor's assistant, and asked in a whisper as weak as a mosquito: "Hello... hello, is there any convenient place nearby?" ? I came all the way from the outskirts of the city and haven’t had time yet..."
Assistant Nello was not surprised after hearing this. He had assisted Dr. Winfrey in free clinic for many days, and this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation. He took an oil lamp and handed it to the villager who came with his younger brother. Auntie, patiently replied: "Take this lamp and walk into the garden. We have a simple toilet there. The one with the letter "L" painted on the door is the women's toilet. You must not walk into the door and draw the letter "L". The restroom with the letter G is the men’s restroom.”
"Thank you, thank you very much. Thank you very much."
After the village girl said these words, she hurriedly walked around to the open-air courtyard inside the hospital with strange steps.