Chapter 922: Sick and weak with his wife to conquer the medical male **** 4

Chapter 922: Sick and weak with his wife to conquer the medical male **** 4

The led board reads that the hospital has introduced advanced instruments and treatment technologies from abroad, and has made breakthroughs in the professional treatment of congenital heart disease.

Shu Ange thought about it and decided that after the pneumonia was better, he went to the cardiothoracic surgery department for an examination, and if necessary, he could have a heart operation.

If the original owner is only weak, Shu Ange can recuperate by exercising and recover slowly.

But she has congenital heart disease and her immunity is still low, so Shu Ange really didn't dare to act rashly.

The treatment room was right at the place where there was a lot of noise. Shu Ange was short of breath because of chest tightness from those people. She hesitated and decided to go to the cardiac surgery first.

She is very uncomfortable now, and the closed space will increase the chest tightness and shortness of breath. Shu Ange looks at the people in the elevator who are crowded together like canned sardines, and decides to go down the stairs.

Cen Hongwen was surrounded by many people asking various medical questions. Since he graduated from Harvard Medical School with a Ph.D. last year and came to work at Kyoto Hospital, every time he appeared in the outpatient building, he would cause a lot of commotion.

Obviously, he is in charge of thoracic and cardiac surgery, and surrounded by Cen Hongwen's patients, even the pediatric problems such as toothache and hair loss will haunt him.

Cen Hongwen is not used to it until now, and the patients and hospital nurses are overly enthusiastic.

After struggling to escape, in order to avoid encountering the enthusiastic crowd again, Cen Hongwen walked towards the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

A very enthusiastic patient, Cen Hongwen sighed. If things go on like this, he, an expert in cardiothoracic surgery, will suffer from heart disease sooner or later.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time. There were still twenty minutes left before the patient's appointment, so he slowed down.

The outpatient department of Cardiac Surgery is on the fifth floor. It only takes less than five minutes to walk up this section of the road, so there is plenty of time.

Only when the body and mind are completely relaxed can we keep the mind completely clear and make fewer mistakes.

This is especially important for a highly stressed medical worker, so Cen Hongwen attaches great importance to regulating his mental state.

Cen Hongwen walked to the platform on the second floor and suddenly stopped - a woman was lying on the ground.

The woman wore a large mask with only one pair of eyes exposed. At this moment, those eyes were tightly closed, and the skin was faintly pale.

"Miss, what's the matter with you?" he shouted.

Seeing that there was no response, Cen Hongwen's heart "squeaked", he squatted down subconsciously, took off the mask on the woman's face, put his ears close, and listened carefully to the woman's breathing.

Cen Hongwen put his right index finger and **** on the woman's slender neck, trying to feel the pulsation of the carotid artery.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell..."

At this moment, a rapid and crisp mobile phone ringtone came from Cen Hongwen's pocket.

He freed one hand, took out the phone, and pressed the answer button: "Liu, there is a patient on the platform on the second floor who needs to be rescued. You need someone to prepare a stretcher."

"Yes, I'll be right here."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded extremely anxious.

Cen Hongwen's eyes were dim, and now he was sure that the woman lying on the ground had a brief cardiac shock.

The more critical it was, the more he had to remain calm.

Cen Hongwen changed from squatting to kneeling, rolled up his long sleeves, folded the palms of his hands, and pressed **** the woman's chest.

"One, two, three..."

When he pressed it ninety times, Shu Ange coughed twice and slowly opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

A man wearing a big white hexagram was half-kneeling beside her, his hands still pressing on her chest for first aid.

Seeing her waking up, the other party got up and looked at her condescendingly. His appearance is very delicate, his facial contours are like carvings, and his facial features are clear and three-dimensional.

From his dark and deep eyes, Shu Ange saw his pale and haggard self.

"The target character of this mission strategy appears, and the initial favorability is 30."

Shu Ange did not expect that he would meet Dihua's clone in this world so quickly, still in this form.

"thank you."

She gasped and thanked her. She supported the cold ground with her hands and was about to stand up. Who would have guessed that halfway through standing, her knees suddenly softened and she almost fell on her back. Fortunately, a strong arm supported her.

The main reason is that I have congenital heart disease, so I have to bring water and medicine wherever I go, just in case.

When Shu Ange first entered the mission world, his body was always as strong as a cow.

She had just climbed the first floor when she suddenly felt a tightness in her heart, and then her eyes darkened and she lost consciousness.

Shu Ange couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if he hadn't happened to meet the doctor.

With the help of the doctor beside her, she stood firm and glanced at the badge on his chest.

"Thank you for saving your life, Dr. Cen."

After standing up straight, Shu Ange found that the man was much taller than she thought, and when she looked up, she could only see the badge on his chest.

Cen Hongwen raised his eyebrows, let go of her arm, pulled down his long sleeves unhurriedly, and said in a flat tone, "A heart patient, who doesn't even carry the minimum life-saving medicine with him, and goes to the hospital alone. Stairs, do you think you can be so lucky every time, if you still cherish your own life, don't die at will."

"Sorry I was careless."

Shu Ange heard the sarcasm in Cen Hongwen's words, but he didn't take it to heart, but instead asked about his identity.

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Cen from the Thoracic Surgery Department?"

The surname Cen is not very common. When Shu Ange was looking at the LED screen, he just saw a line of words floating on it.

Cen Hongwen was startled, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes stayed on Shu Ange for a moment.

She is actually very beautiful, but her face is too haggard and her lips are white, which damages her beauty.

A weak woman is always easy to make people feel unbearable, Cen Hongwen rarely bears his temper: "I am, what's the matter?"

Shu Ange grinned and said, "Doctor Cen, how can I get to the 502 clinic of the Cardiac Surgery Clinic?"

"Go straight and turn right, the second door."

"thanks."

Shu Ange smiled like a flower, bent down and bowed deeply with Cen Hongwen, and stumbled again.

At this moment, Xiao Liu arrived in a hurry with two nurses carrying a stretcher. He adjusted his glasses, looked at Shu Ange and asked suspiciously, "Brother, is this the patient?"

"Well, it's her."

Cen Hongwen raised his eyebrows and gave Shu Ange a meaningful look: "It's not convenient for you to move around now, so you should lie on a single shelf."

Shu Ange is not someone who doesn't know what's good or bad. She bowed slightly, thanked several people, and got on the single rack.

After being carried to the fifth floor, the thoracic surgery doctor suggested Shu Ange to do a chest CT and MRI first.

As for whether it can be cured by surgery, we have to wait for the results to come out and comprehensively consider.