Chapter 2468: Aggressive Approach

After the patient was transferred to the PICU, the data recording requirements set by the PICU were much stricter and more detailed than those in the ward, naturally increasing the amount of documentation.

"Zhu Xing, how do you feel?" Wei Shangquan stood at the bedside and leaned in to ask the child when he saw the child’s eyelid blink.

Zhu Xing’s eyelids were swollen, making it a bit difficult to open his eyes.

"Are you currently giving him two intravenous pushes of diuretic a day?" Cao Zhao asked the PICU doctor.

"Yes." Yoo Minghui nodded, believing this plan was close to the limit of conventional medication, and pushing more diuretics would be equivalent to giving an injection to a dying person. Diuretics are not better the more they’re used; they have side effects that can’t be ignored.

Cao Zhao unhesitatingly refuted her: "He’s swollen. You definitely need to increase the dosage, which means the dosage you used before didn’t meet expectations, it was too small, insufficient. If you’re worried about potassium deficiency, supplement it. At the same time, insert a gastric tube for him. It’s not okay for him not to eat; he needs nutritional support."

Surgeons tend to be more aggressive. Imagine someone who operates on patients all day, opening chests and abdomens, becomes numb to the physical sensations of patients. They don’t have the relative gentleness of physicians in their hearts.

How uncomfortable it is for the patient to have a gastric tube inserted. But they don’t see it as a child, they just insert it without hesitation.

This man, despite smiling, Yoo Minghui easily associates him with the Buddha statue in her own hospital. She can be said to hate that Buddha statue to the core. Because Tao Zhijie’s strict defense of Ward Six indirectly led to its eventual dissolution. It fully demonstrates that the smiling man is venomous inside, which is why that night he drove her away forcefully.

After finishing his suggestions, Cao Zhao lifted his head, wondering why the other party hadn’t given any opinion.

Yoo Minghui returned to her senses and replied, "Okay, I’ll arrange for a nurse to insert the gastric tube for him later."

On one hand, she felt this man was cold-hearted, but on the other, she had to admit that the child’s condition required further nutritional support.

"If the gastric tube can ensure proper enteral nutrition, don’t rush into parenteral nutrition," Cao Zhao instructed. Doctors need to keep some reserves in case even worse situations arise.

Ensuring the child recovers requires a heart transplant, so Yoo Minghui asked about the child’s waiting list position: "Dr. Cao, in your estimation, how much longer does this child need to wait?" In essence, what she’s asking is, she’s new to Shou’er and unfamiliar with how the organ donation and reception situation is here, and how long the usual waiting time would be. Where would a child like Zhu Xing typically be queued?

"His condition would definitely put him at the top of the waiting list at our hospital," Cao Zhao said.

Yoo Minghui raised her eyebrows at his assertive tone, seemingly not commenting as she noticed more people were coming.

A large and formidable group of doctors entered the PICU, led by a man exuding a polished elite aura. Student Pan and Student Wei immediately recognized him as Boss Mu and wanted to find a place to hide, recalling how they had gossiped about him last time.

Unexpectedly, Mu Yongxian, accompanied by his group of doctors, walked straight toward their direction and opened the curtain for the adjacent bed.

What a coincidence, the patient of their competitor was staying in the bed next to their group’s patient, and also happened to be a child awaiting a heart transplant. She was a six-and-a-half-year-old girl, slightly younger than Zhu Xing.

Wei Shangquan sneaked a glance at the situation next door, knowing that to win every battle, one must know oneself and the enemy.

The child next door was hooked up to a machine, looking high-tech and advanced. Wei Shangquan’s eyes were firmly glued to it, watching the adjacent situation intently.