My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points-Chapter 330 - 162 This is the Real Battlefield, a Helpless Farewell_2
Chapter 330 -162 This is the Real Battlefield, a Helpless Farewell_2
This doctor, speaking with the experience of a veteran, was teaching him.
Zhou Can followed the person into the ward where several doctors and nurses were busily working under tension.
The sounds of various machine alarms were incessant.
Upon entering, it felt like stepping onto a real battlefield.
The tense atmosphere gave Zhou Can an invisible psychological pressure.
“That’s Doctor Hu, he already knows about you, just go straight to him.”
Zhou Can looked over and saw a middle-aged doctor, around forty years old, bending over to tend to a patient on bed number six.
A nurse was assisting at the side.
The patient’s breathing was very poor, and the oxygen saturation was frighteningly low.
His nails were cyanotic, his lips blackish; even his complexion was somewhat purple and bluish.
Zhou Can walked to the bedside and saw Doctor Hu carefully suctioning the patient’s phlegm, so he did not dare to disturb.
“Are you Zhou Can?”
Doctor Hu, keeping an eye on everything and listening intently, had already noticed Zhou Can’s arrival.
“Yes!”
Zhou Can seemed very restrained.
“You can’t help out here for now, go to bed 7 and help turn the patient. Bed 7 has a patient with gastrointestinal bleeding, try to be as gentle as possible when turning.”
Doctor Hu instructed.
“Okay!”
Zhou Can walked towards bed 7, where a gaunt, skinny male patient lay.
He looked to be about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old.
His condition appeared very grave.
His breath was feeble, wearing a non-invasive ventilator.
Gastrointestinal bleeding often means it’s been a long time since the onset before the patient seeks hospital treatment. A small issue eventually becoming a big problem.
Additionally, patients with gastrointestinal bleeding have another distinct feature, unexplained weight loss and passing black stool.
If it’s upper gastrointestinal bleeding, even vomiting blood is a possibility.
Zhou Can carefully helped the patient turn over.
“Uh, uh… bowel movement, bowel movement…”
The patient uttered weakly.
It seemed like Zhou Can understood.
The man needed to defecate.
“Just use a bedpan!” A nurse came over, skillfully picked up a bedpan, and positioned it for the patient.
As soon as they pulled down the patient’s trousers, Zhou Can felt a wave of nausea and disgust.
The patient had already soiled himself.
Red in color.
“He seems to have passed blood.” Zhou Can was somewhat at a loss.
“Patients with gastrointestinal bleeding passing blood is normal. This patient has unknown reasons for lower gastrointestinal bleeding which has been ongoing for a long time. It turned very serious before he was brought in for treatment.”
The nurse informed while competently managing the situation.
Truly admirable, the dedication of this nurse.
Zhou Can watched how she handled everything and mentally noted it. It’s not like he could always call this nurse to help every time, right?
“What is that? It’s not just feces and blood; it looks like intestines.”
Zhou Can was horrified.
The patient, during the bowel movement, had actually expelled part of his intestines.
In medical terms, this could be referred to as prolapse.
Terrifying.
On the first day of his intensive training in the Intensive Care Medicine Department, he felt like he had entered a world of hell.
Each patient here was half a step, or even more than half their body, into the underworld.
Such a level of critical illness and fear of imminent death were never felt in regular wards.
“Don’t be scared! In such cases, check if there’s no rupture bleeding, and help tuck the intestine back inside.”
The nurse, seeing Zhou Can quite shaken up, couldn’t help but silently laugh at his timidity.
She, composed and adept, after managing everything, tucked the intestines back inside.
“Contaminated materials must not be left in the ward; they need to be taken to the contaminated area’s waste room for timely disposal,” she told Zhou Can.
Watching her swiftly leave with the contaminated materials, Zhou Can felt a wave of embarrassment.
Now, he finally had the chance to properly examine this critically ill patient with gastrointestinal bleeding.
As Doctor Hu had not assigned him any new tasks for the moment, he decided to review the patient’s medical reports and other data.
According to the doctor’s opinion, the patient was suffering from diffuse gastrointestinal bleeding.
This kind of bleeding is generally very tricky.
If the bleeding location could be pinpointed and there were only one or two bleeding spots, an endoscopic surgery could be performed.
In cases of unexplained bleeding like this, endoscopic surgery isn’t very meaningful.
Traditional laparotomy, that was out of question.
No one would dare let this patient undergo surgery in his current condition.
Zhou Can reviewed the patient’s medical history; black stool had been ongoing for nearly six months.
The attending doctor, in order to find out the cause of the bleeding in literature, had even conducted an X-ray using barium and a vascular angiography. Still, they didn’t yield much.
At present, it could only be confirmed that the patient had diffuse gastrointestinal bleeding.
The patient had survived up to now because it was a case of chronic bleeding.
“Tumors and polyps can largely be ruled out.”
With Tu Ya’s medical expertise and the inspection equipment, tumors as small as millimeters could be detected.
Only thirty-six years old, in the prime of life, what could be the cause of the gastrointestinal bleeding?
Zhou Can repeatedly studied the medical reports and data.
“Xiao Zhou, come and help!”
Doctor Hu was calling him from there.
He had to put down the data and quickly walked over.
The patient in bed 6 seemed to be declining rapidly, his complexion turning even more purplish. It was as if an invisible hand was choking his neck.
Breathing had also become extremely laborious.
It felt like struggling with a bellows.
“What’s happening to him?”
Zhou Can looked at the patient, his heart filled with dread.
Perhaps it was a sixth sense, but he felt that this patient was on the verge of death.
“He drank pesticide, resulting in multi-organ failure, pulmonary fibrosis!”
