The patient was sleeping soundly. Zhou Congwen listened to the heart sound every two hours and the breathing sounds of both lungs. After 12 o'clock, the patient woke up and opened his eyes and glanced around. He and Zhou Congwen looked at each other.

"Wake up." Zhou Congwen greeted him, as if he met an old neighbor in the morning market. Did he eat greetings with habitual greetings?

This sentence is incompatible with the environment of the guardian room, simple and extremely relaxed.

"I..." The patient hesitated a little.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Congwen smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't I feel the pain?" the patient asked hesitantly.

"I used Du Lengding for you before." Zhou Congwen said.

Although clinical drug use guidelines have changed dulcidine to subcutaneous injection or intravenous morphine many years later, Zhou Congwen is still accustomed to using dulcidine.

"Will it still hurt?" the patient asked.

"It's still true, but the hole is so big." Zhou Congwen gestured with his hand.

The patient's eyes widened and looked at the distance between Zhou Congwen's right thumb and index finger.

"Doctor Zhou, you're not kidding. My appendicitis 30 years ago was bigger than this one."

"Of course I'm not kidding. Is it possible to just treat the disease? " Zhou Congwen smiled, "But the incision on the leg is a bit long, and the large saphenous vein is taken. Perhaps in many years, you can use a laparoscopy to get it with just two eyes, and there is no need for such a long surgical incision."

The patient was stunned and he had no idea what Zhou Congwen was talking about.

"How do you feel now?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"I feel that I am full of energy. I used to be chest tightness and shortness of breath, but now I don't feel it at all." The patient replied tentatively.

He said, looking at Zhou Congwen's expression, not knowing whether his answer fits Zhou Congwen's thoughts.

Zhou Congwen saw a little fear in his respect for the doctor, and he smiled slightly.

"Of course, myocardial ischemia used to provide less than half of the blood. The motor is out of power, so it would be strange if the body is comfortable.

And your body has already adapted to this situation, and in your words, it is old."

"Aren't you old? The loess is buried here." The patient gestured to his neck.

"Of course not." Zhou Congwen said, "You are only in your seventies, and it is normal for you to live beyond 100 years of medical conditions. Our northeast is slightly worse, and some of the 80-year-olds in the south go to the market."

A light suddenly appeared in the patient's eyes.

If you live another five hundred years, who doesn’t have this kind of thought?

"Lying down and rest." Zhou Congwen said, "Tomorrow morning, our best cardiac surgeon in the country will see you. I will change the medicine for you. If the conditions allow, I will take you out."

"I'm not sleepy anymore, I've slept too much today."

"Don't be nervous, take it easy." Zhou Congwen said easily, "Maybe you heard people say that this was a major operation before the operation, or you were mentally prepared to get off the operating table, but it was all over.

The operation is very successful. Depending on the current situation, if you want, you can walk out of iu with the bottle and the bag tomorrow."

"..." The patient looked at Zhou Congwen seriously.

Although Zhou Congwen said good news and particularly good news, it seems so unreal.

Suddenly, the lights in iu flashed.

The sounds of the monitor and the ventilator are connected together.

Zhou Congwen frowned and glanced at it. At that moment, it should be because Wuming was out of power and the machine was restarting.

"Go to sleep." Zhou Congwen stood up and patted the patient's shoulder to show comfort, "My boss will come to see you tomorrow..."

As he was talking, the entire guardian room was completely dark, as if eternal night had arrived.

The young nurse who was just busy didn't know what was going on and screamed.

"Don't worry about the power outage." Zhou Congwen said to the patient.

"The hospital will also have power outages." The patient was a little confused.

"With backup electricity, it will come soon." Zhou Congwen remembered the accident that the power outage in the Third Hospital of Jianghai City in summer.

Judging from Zhou Congwen's medical experience, hospital power outages occasionally occur in a short period of time, and there is no big fuss.

In the darkness, the backup power supply of the monitor and ventilator is started, and the sound of electronic instruments is coming one after another, trying to restore normal work and maintain the patient's vital signs.

"Call in hospital. How many micro pumps are there? Take the time to count them." Zhou Congwen said in a deep voice, "If you can give it intravenously, don't panic. Hello! Walk with the flashlight, don't hit it..."

Before Zhou Congwen could finish his speech, the panicked nurse bumped into the dressing truck.

The light of the electronic instruments lit up, and strange colors were everywhere in the dark iU.

When there is light, it is difficult to see the scene in front of you. The figures are wandering around, confused and a little gloomy.

Zhou Congwen remembered a legend that every intensive care unit has many souls who are unwilling to leave, so the severe illness in each hospital is the most haunted urban legend.

If there were really ghosts, there would be no need to be so afraid of death, Zhou Congwen thought to himself.

A few seconds later, the sound of footsteps that were always in a hospital came from outside. The footsteps were probably running all the way with panic. One of the slippers fell off, and she ran back with one bare feet.

A scream tear apart the weird scene.

This call was not the sound of being caught off guard before. IU always seemed to see something when he was hospitalized. The fluorescence was faintly reflected on his face. Zhou Congwen saw her expression twisted and weird, her eyes widened, and subconsciously reached out to cover her mouth.

Standard hell picture.

Zhou Congwen immediately followed her gaze.

The moment his eyes settled, Zhou Congwen's blood in his body instantly condensed into ice, and he was shocked.

In an instant, the sound of all machines was low and far away, and only the heart sound echoed hard beside the eardrum, as if a war drum was beating dong dong.

The patient on a bed was sitting up slowly.

The patients in the intensive care unit of the Second Hospital were in serious condition. After Zhou Congwen came in, he observed all the patients while chatting with Yuan Qingyao. He knew that the patient on the bed was a patient with late cancer. He never gave up at home. He had to work hard to maintain no matter how much money he spent, even if it only lasted for one day.

The patient is in the terminal stage. According to Zhou Congwen's judgment, he may have sudden respiratory circulation and multiple organ failure to die.

After just one rescue, the patient was already in a state of deep breathing before his death. He was hospitalized and told the patient that he would explain to the patient's family and prepare to send him out.

But at this moment...

In the fluorescent colors of the machine, in the darkness of the moment when the power outage was out, the color of the light just now remained on everyone's retina, but he slowly sat up on the hospital bed.

Resurrection from the dead?

Zhou Congwen stood up on his back, and he picked up a sterile single-shoulder beside him and covered it with his patient's eyes, "Go to sleep."

After saying that, he strode over and blocked the frightened young nurse.
Chapter completed!