Chapter 772: The old knight sent in in a state of social death
Grete held his cheek and sat in the outpatient building of Oak Grove Medical Research Institute, reading a book and waiting for patients.
The first snow in Nevis this year came earlier than usual.
Of course, Nevis is right by the sea. The sea breeze is gentle and the climate is peaceful. There is no severe cold in winter or scorching heat in summer. When the wind and snow roll in on the mainland, Nevis people only feel that the winter rain is pattering, and the duration is getting longer and longer.
Some.
Even for the urban poor and farmers farming on the outskirts of the city, the most they can do is tighten their thin clothes, then raise their heads and curse:
"Damn weather!"
The only ones who really got the exact news were the magicians. The snowflakes rolled down from the sky fell on the star dome and on the tops of the eight auxiliary towers around the Babel Tower. Overnight, all nine magician towers of different shapes were destroyed.
Dyed to cause whiteheads.
Of course, only night owls can see such a scene. The next morning, the large mystery lock covering the top of Igor Peak was adjusted in time.
The howling wind, falling snowflakes, and all the energy carried therein are all filtered and transformed by the Mystery Lock, and then injected into the large magic circle on the top of Igor Peak.
From that day on, Gretel silently moved his working time in the hospital forward by one hour in the morning and by one hour in the evening.
My experience in working in the emergency department is that every time the temperature drops, it is a period of high incidence of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. A cold air passage, chest pain, and stroke center can directly double the number of patients admitted.
"Fortunately, I have already performed the magic of cardioversion and defibrillation..."
Grete lay on the book and hummed. It was not difficult to connect the magic circle. After reading the few books given by the teacher, it was already a matter of course; what was more difficult was to make the magic automatically judge.
What situations require defibrillation?
What situations require electrical cardioversion?
In what situation does neither of these two options be necessary, and is it better to insist on cardiopulmonary resuscitation?
How many joules of energy are used?
Should we judge based on the electrocardiogram graphic or numerical values? How to write the program?
It took half a year of work, on and off, to collect data and adjust the spells. Now, it can finally be considered basically completed.
"Help!"
At the door of the clinic building, chaotic footsteps and sharp shouts sounded together. Gretel quickly got out of the clinic:
"coming!"
Ah, they were brought in. Grete hurried over:
"what's the situation?"
The first time I glanced at it, I wanted to hold my forehead. Four strong servants, one behind the other, were carrying a huge door panel or bed board? There was a fat old man lying on his back on the bed board. Good guy, the bed board has some points.
He was bent over.
Using medical terms, the belly can be described as a distended abdomen. There is no problem even adding "like a full-term pregnancy." Of course, it was not clear because the old man was covered with a big quilt.
Most of the outlines...
"My father! He suddenly died!" The two knights, well, they should be knights, followed closely, holding on to the bed board, with anxious faces:
"After breakfast this morning, he said he was going...well, but then he didn't come out. The valet called him and found him lying there, unable to get up..."
This is... very subtle. Gretel moved his nose and smelled a familiar odor. So the old man was constipated? Constipation, and then the blood pressure soared, maybe a cerebral hemorrhage or something?
"I got it, don't worry, let me take a look." Grete nodded to appease the patient's family and threw out a treatment technique. At a glance, the patient looked pale and sweating profusely. Well... he looked quite critical. But he was still conscious.
Sober, good news?
He immediately reached out to lift the quilt. Even if he was constipated, he could still see his upper body and listen to his heart and breathing sounds. By the way:
"What level of knight is your father?"
"Level 8..."
The two sons answered in unison. Gretel exhaled slightly: Thank God, the teacher gave him a piece of Warcraft crystal core before. Otherwise, Cerela would still be sleeping, and he would not even have the light source for X-rays...
He stretched out his hand halfway and then retracted it. The two knights looked embarrassed, one on each side, firmly pressing the corner of the quilt. Gretel probably imagined the scene under the quilt and nodded to them:
"Then let's go into the clinic and have a look?"
The door of the consulting room was closed, and as soon as the quilt was lifted, the stench immediately hit his face. The old man's lower body was naked, lying in the quilt, covered with indescribable objects. As soon as he lifted the quilt, he immediately turned his head inward, his eyes closed tightly, and his neck
veins throbbing
Probably because the family members were really nervous, they raced against time to bring the patient here without even wiping him or changing his clothes. They just put him in the carriage and ran all the way to Oak Grove Hospital.
Okay, as expected, my blood pressure suddenly increased during the course of constipation. If my servant and son found me like this, it was enough to kill me, and I had to die in front of the doctor. I don’t have a thick skin that can resist the fireball spell, but I really resisted.
Can't live.
Gretel was well-informed and had already prepared in his heart. He ignored the two knights and apologized profusely, and casually used the cleaning technique. The dirt was swept away and fell into the trash can next to him, and he followed the command:
"You, go take out the trash!"
"Okay, immediately!"
The younger knight flew out. The older man, probably the old man's eldest son, couldn't catch up, so he could only stay with his father and answer Grete's questions one by one:
"How old is the old man?"
"67 years old."
"Have you had any illnesses before? Or any injuries?"
"No serious illness... quite a lot of injuries. In the early years, I had a broken arm, a broken leg, a broken rib... I think my intestines were broken once..."
Needless to say, Grete also saw an old scar about 30 meters long on the old man's right abdomen, which was shocking. As for other injuries...
Grete flew his hands and made a series of spell gestures, checking spells raining down like rain. He then wanted to curse:
The blood potassium is 2.73m/L, which is lower than the normal value; the blood sodium is 129.4m/L, which is slightly lower than the normal value. The blood pressure is 89/60 mmHg, which is not bad, and the pulse is 92 beats/min! The blood oxygen saturation is 96%.
!
This is obviously a problem!
Grete continued to ask about the medical history and learned that the old man suddenly suffered from general weakness an hour ago, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely, which continued without relief.
There was no chest tightness, chest and back pain, dyspnea, or edema of the lower limbs. There was no abdominal pain, bloating, vomiting, headache, dizziness, syncope, fever and other discomforts.
The only problem is that the elderly are slow to respond during the medical history inquiry process, making it difficult to ask questions.
"Oh, my father was like this two months ago. He reacts very slowly. He has to think for a while before he understands anything you say to him."
...So your father's condition is really not caused by high blood pressure, cerebral hemorrhage, or intracranial infarction or something like that?
...Forget it, I can't do MRI here either...
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I did the antigen today, and there was a quarrel over the nucleic acid test in the community next door...
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