Chapter 304 ‘A restless’ patient

When Du Annan entered the ward, he didn't even notice the presence of the dialysis room nurse. When he heard her voice coming from behind the machine, Du Annan took a few steps forward and saw the dialysis room nurse who was blocked by the machine.

I saw the nurse in the dialysis room bending over and sweating profusely and standing next to the hospital bed. The quilts of the four patients were completely lifted. There was a deep vein catheter at the root of the thigh connected to the dialysis machine. The dark red blood was drawn from there.

outside the body, filtered and then transported back.

However, there seemed to be something wrong with the deep vein catheter. The nurse in the dialysis room had a sore back and kept adjusting it. The white treatment towel padded under the tube was terrible and covered with blood.

"Little brother, can't you just sit still for even an hour? I told you that the catheter is running through the groin. If you move it a little, the tube inside will be broken and the blood cannot be drained out. How can we treat it!"

The nurse in the dialysis room lectured very angrily.

"Sorry, I'm trying not to move."

The patient in the fourth bed was a young man in his twenties, with shiny white skin. He didn't seem to mean to go against the nurse in the dialysis room. Seeing that the nurse was very busy, he apologized very much.

"You say that every time, and you forget about it after playing with your phone for a while. I believe you, you idiot!"

The nurse in the dialysis room murmured in a low voice. Obviously, this conversation was not the first time tonight.

After some debugging, the nurse in the dialysis room reconnected the dialysis machine tubing to the deep venous catheter on the patient. The blood began to flow again, and the risk of coagulation was temporarily eliminated.

At this time, she straightened up, turned to Du Annan and said: "Give this patient some medicine. He didn't know how many times he stopped the blood pump tonight. Although he took extracorporeal anticoagulation medicine, he still had no symptoms."

I can't stand his troubles. If the tube clogs, more than 300 milliliters of blood will be wasted."

Du Annan glanced at the hemodialysis machine that had resumed normal operation. The dark red blood continued to flow in the tubes under the squeeze of the blood pump, and the circulation continued.

Running water does not rot.

The same is true for blood.

Continuously stopping the pump and letting the blood sit outside the body for too long will indeed increase the risk of clotting.

More than three hundred milliliters of blood were discarded, which was a heavy blow to the patient's body.

"Let me talk to the patient first. He is also conscious. It is best to let him cooperate." Du Annan said.

"Okay, then you talk to him." The nurse in the dialysis room held her waist and sat down next to him, while her eyes were still watching the hemodialysis machine warily.

Du Annan turned to look at the patient on the hospital bed and said softly: "He Rong, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way today? Why do you keep moving?"

The patient named He Rong shook his head: "No, I just forget about dialysis sometimes..."

Du Annan glanced at the mobile phone in He Rong's hand, and then asked: "Are you writing a novel again?"

Du Annan was in charge of the patient He Rong, and the two had had several brief exchanges before, so Du Anan knew that the other person had a special identity besides being a patient...an online author.

Although Du Annan doesn't quite understand what the profession of an Internet writer means, but according to He Rong himself, this profession is that of a coder, who requires writing a large amount of text every day.

And He Rong also has a problem. Once he picks up his mobile phone and starts writing, he gets easily distracted.

The reason why he was hospitalized this time was actually because of this problem.

As a patient with advanced uremia, He Rong should have strictly controlled his diet and limited his water intake, but he always forgot to eat because he was distracted while writing novels, or he accidentally drank too much water.

He would be hospitalized repeatedly, and even the nephrologists who saw him had headaches.

Dr. An once told Du Annan that if He Rong did not have uremia, he would actually be a very good young man. How many people of this age can do one thing with such concentration and devotion?

And I heard that He Rong is doing well, at least in terms of income. As an orphan, He Rong earns all his treatment expenses and daily expenses from writing novels, which is already amazing.

It's a pity that there are not so many 'if not's in this world.

He Rong is a uremic patient with complete necrosis of both kidneys. He has been undergoing regular dialysis for almost five years.

Ordinary people may have the capital to squander their health and pursue their dreams, but He Rong cannot.

"Well, I'm sorry, Doctor Du. I felt a little unwell during the day, so I haven't finished my workload. If I don't finish writing before twelve o'clock, I won't be able to complete today's task."

Although He Rong was full of apologies, he still picked up the phone and started clicking. One second he was apologizing to Du Annan, and the next second he immediately devoted himself to creating, with almost no pause in between.

The nurse in the dialysis room immediately became nervous when she saw this. She stared at the blood pump and said, "Take the medicine. He will sit up again later. Every time he plays with his mobile phone, he will forget about dialysis!"

Du Annan wanted to correct the other party's statement that He Rong was not 'playing with his mobile phone', he was 'creating', but in fact Du Annan himself didn't know the difference between the two, so he had no choice but to give up.

However, Du Annan did not follow the advice of the nurse in the dialysis room. Instead, he took a stool and sat next to the bed, reaching out and gently pressing He Rong's thigh.

It was already half past eleven, and there was only half an hour left before midnight. Du Annan decided to just press He Rong's leg and wait for him to finish today's work.

The deep venous catheter is buried in the femoral vein and passes subcutaneously through the groin joint. Therefore, as long as the patient moves the lower limbs slightly, the catheter will be broken and the blood pump will stop.

He Rong had been distracted several times while writing novels, and suddenly turned over and sat up, causing the catheter to break.

However, now that Du Annan was directly holding his thigh, He Rong was restrained every time he unconsciously tried to move his thigh. The blood pump was able to operate normally, and the hemodialysis machine no longer alarmed.

The nurse in the dialysis room raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that Du Annan would use such a 'simple' method to prevent the catheter from being discounted again. After doing too much clinical work, people's thinking will actually be limited. There are many problems that can be solved with medicine.

Very few people are willing to spend the time and energy to complete it.

After all, for the nurse in the dialysis room, after dealing with the current He Rong, the next patient will appear again. If every patient has to be held down by her to continue treatment, then she will be exhausted...

Time passed by, and He Rong, who was immersed in creation, didn't even notice that his thigh was being held down. Sometimes he laughed excitedly, and sometimes ruffled his hair in distress, but no matter what, he didn't

Put down your cell phone.

Finally, just before the time was about to cross twelve o'clock and a new chapter of the day began, He Rong breathed a sigh of relief and put down his phone.

As soon as he finished writing, He Rong lay down on his back and softened, with his hands open, seeming to relax completely.

Seeing this, Du Annan also retracted his hand and rubbed his sore wrist.

"Have a good rest after you finish writing. Don't move around at night. You ate hazelnuts at home a few days ago. Your heart is about to stop because of the high potassium in your blood. You have to do overnight dialysis tonight. Be obedient, you know?"

"

However, He Rong did not respond. He was still lying on his back with his hands open. Du Annan had an inexplicable feeling that He Rong had relaxed too much...

"He Rong?"

Du Annan shouted, his tone a little uneasy.
Chapter completed!