Chapter 130 - Honor Over Life (1/2)

“The patient’s illness doesn’t transmit via airborne. The patient’s room has a strong smell so I don’t wear masks,” Zheng Ren replied in a deadpan manner.

They all knew which hospital room had a strong smell.

The rooms all had ventilation. Sometimes the room was crowded with family, leading to a drop in air quality but never a strong smell.

The teta.n.u.s patient was from the countryside and had lower hygiene standards. In addition to the closed door and windows, a foul smell permeated through the room.

Every doctor who made their rounds thought the previous doctor would wear a mask, but no one did in the end.

The doctors were aware of the implications of putting on a mask.

The patient’s family would notice the doctors only wore the mask when entering their room. It would wound their pride.

Although it was the prerogative of medical personnel to don a mask when making the rounds, Zheng Ren, Chang Yue, and Su Yun decided against it for the sake of the patient and the family.

The patient was in a stable condition now. The abnormal posture of the patient had relaxed a bit after the administration of the teta.n.u.s toxoid but the patient’s limbs were still restricted with straps.

Zheng Ren performed a thorough check of the patient’s limbs for any signs of necrosis.

The check up was done in 30-minute intervals and this was the sixth visit. Chang Yue noted down the muscle tension and the angle of the arched back each visit.

From the data collected, they could infer the patient was on the right track toward recovery.

Zheng Ren felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.

It was his first time encountering a teta.n.u.s patient and he went with the treatment plan from a medical book.

Medical textbooks were a reliable source of information. Zheng Ren wondered if he should update his book collection with some new edition textbooks.

He had the fourth edition surgical handbook when he was in medical school. They should have the eighth or ninth edition now with more updated procedures contained within.

Chang Yue bid the patient’s family farewell and they exited the patient’s room. The door quietly closed behind them and everyone took a deep breath of fresh air.

It was almost lunchtime. They visited a few more patients on their way out.

Thanks to his superb surgical skills, the patients were all healing well.

They were greeted with warm smiles all around.

Zheng Ren knew the generous smiles were mainly meant for Chang Yue.

Treatment was only 30 percent of the work, care was 70 percent. Chang Yue clearly did a very good job attending to the needs of the patients and their families.

They walked into one of the hospital rooms and saw a looming figure.

The large man was tidying up the cus.h.i.+ons, a task typically done by the nurses. The mess could be attributed to the influx of hospital visitors.

The man was focused on the task. His big hands patted the cus.h.i.+ons and smoothed out the creases.

The other two occupants in the room had been admitted for more than five days but once the critical period was over, they snuck out to go home. As such, the room appeared tidier than the other rooms.

“Fan Tianshui,” Chang Yue called out.

“Yes.” The heavyset man turned and saw Chang Yue and Zheng Ren. He gave them a wide smile.

This was the patient with gangrenous appendicitis whom Chu Yanzhi rescued on the night Su Yun and Chang Yue finished 11 cartons of Snow.