Chapter 1657 Appendicitis that Was Not Saved

"Director Mao, the diagnosis is acute appendicitis, there is nothing wrong." The professor on duty was called by the hospital manager to confirm the diagnosis for Director Mao.

Director Mao rested at home for a while because of the last incident.

Time sickness did not heal the wounds in her heart. As she gained weight unknowingly, her mood also became lower and lower.

3 days ago, she had pain around the navel, but it got better soon.

Intermittent pain makes the hair feel like pins and needles.

Working in a hospital, the most basic medical knowledge is always there. Metastatic lower abdominal pain, should be appendicitis.

Sure enough, a day ago, the pain was fixed in the right lower quadrant.

Director Mao took antibiotics by himself for a day, and the symptoms not only did not relieve, but also became more and more serious.

So she could only come to the hospital and find a gastrointestinal person to show her.

Blood tests and B-ultrasound were done, and the diagnosis was very clear. It was indeed acute appendicitis.

"Director Mao, I suggest surgical treatment." Professor Wu said politely, "As for the surgery, you don't have to worry about it. One eye, one eye on the navel is enough."

"Is it okay without surgery?" Director Mao asked.

"Probably not." Professor Wu said: "B-ultrasound shows that there is a small amount of exudate, and the blood picture is very high. It is difficult to save it. If conservative treatment is insisted, a series of complications such as perforation may occur."

Director Mao knew the virtues of these doctors, and he directly explained the most serious complications no matter what the disease was. So as not to really appear after surgery, it is not easy to explain.

She nodded disdainfully.

"I'll keep it for a night. Oral anti-inflammatories don't work well. Quitting may help." Mao's painful forehead was sweating, but he insisted.

Professor Wu complained in his heart.

The symptoms of acute appendicitis in the hairy department are already severe, and there is a high possibility of perforation.

Judging from years of clinical experience, it is very likely that he will not be able to survive this evening.

He really didn't want to operate on Director Mao.

This kind of surgery should be done well. If you don't do it well, or if the pain is slightly heavier after surgery, you will be labeled as a level that is not good enough.

But without surgery, the perforation is not easy to explain.

Professor Wu bit his head and grinned: "Director Mao, there is a high possibility of your appendix perforation. I suggest..."

"Don't suggest it." Director Mao's face was a little pale, and the thick powder on his face couldn't hide the pain.

Cold sweat flowed down, and light traces were drawn on the temples.

"It's enough to stop antibiotics. I've done it twice before, and it's fine."

Professor Wu was even more helpless when he saw Director Mao's insistence.

"hair……"

"What hair!" Director Mao looked unhappy, "Didn't you hear what I said?"

Generally speaking, the professors who lead the 912 departments have a certain status in the arena. Not to mention Director Mao, even Ye Qingqiu, who was directly in charge, would not speak to the professor in such a stern manner.

But Director Mao's temper has been extremely bad recently, and with the pain in his heart, his tone has become a little heavier.

"Okay then." Professor Wu was bored and stopped persuading him. He just told the hospital manager to write down the medical records and have Director Mao's lover sign it.

Director Mao was admitted to the special needs ward and tossed and turned on the bed. It was as if there was a knife in his stomach that was constantly turning around, causing his whole body to feel uncomfortable.

Terribly painful.

It's absolutely impossible to feel sick.

Director Mao screamed aloud and ouch on the bed, and cursed inwardly, how come the stomach pain is worse than ever this time!

The first two times I had acute appendicitis, it was definitely not so painful.

But this time it was particularly heavy. She even had an idea that if she had a heart attack now, it would be considered a blessing.

"You can do it." Director Mao's lover advised.

"What to do, anyway, the knife didn't cut into your stomach, right!" Director Mao stared, and her lover immediately persuaded.

"Just finish this bottle of antibiotics, don't you want me to have an operation!" Director Mao scolded.

"..." Her lover had no choice but to pretend to pour water, feeling depressed.

Recently, she said she was recuperating at home, but her temper was getting bigger and bigger, and finally she became a punching bag.

Alas, this day is really unbearable.

He slandered a few words in his heart. He had a gentle temperament, and Director Mao in the family was in a powerful position, so he only dared to slander in his heart, and never dared to say it.

"Have a drink."

"Don't drink it! If you have an operation, you have to fast before the operation. Are you expecting my appendix to perforate?" Director Mao continued angrily.

His lover had to shut up.

It seemed that it was his fault whether he did the surgery or not, and he didn't know what to say.

After a while, after a sharp pain, Director Mao suddenly felt that the pain in his stomach suddenly eased.

It seems that after a certain tipping point, everything is going in the right direction. Hope it's okay this time, no! It will be fine.

The pain was relieved, and Director Mao felt much more comfortable. She changed her posture and fell asleep.

Four hours later, the nurse came to take the temperature.

The value measured by the gun-type thermometer reached 40 degrees Celsius, which shocked the nurse.

Is the thermometer broken?

She immediately took a sterilized mercury thermometer to the ward and clipped it to Director Mao under her armpit.

Director Mao's lover felt that something was wrong.

She didn't sleep well, and once someone disturbed her, she would wake up terribly angry. Why is there a tossing, but there is no movement at all?

He tried to call twice, but Director Mao didn't say a word, just fell asleep.

A few minutes later, the mercury thermometer also reads 40°C.

The nurse hurriedly found the doctor on duty, and called the inpatient general manager of the gastrointestinal tract and Professor Wu.

Professor Wu's physical examination showed a typical plate-like abdomen with high fever, which was considered to be perforated and ruptured appendix, accompanied by peritonitis and septic shock to be excluded.

Emergency surgery, nothing to say this time.

In the preoperative explanation, Professor Wu personally went out and told the whole process of the disease in a very sad tone.

Director Mao's lover can be considered reasonable, not to mention that he just signed the signature a few hours ago, and he still remembers it.

Signed honestly, ready for emergency surgery.

The anesthesiologist looked at the patient before the operation, and Lao He hurried over.

"Lao He, your class." Professor Wu smiled, "I also want to contact Director Xu and find someone to anesthetize."

"Don't tell me." Lao He said: "Let's look for Director Xu. It's not good if Director Xu doesn't come to the hospital for the operation."

"You're getting more and more humble. I heard that you gave Boss Zheng a TV, and you went abroad?" Professor Wu asked.

"Hehe." Lao He was a little smug, but his mind was still clear. He turned the chat away and said, "I see Director Mao, if you don't want to call, Lao Wu, I will definitely report it."

"It's better for you to report." Professor Wu said.

It's already past 12 midnight. No matter who you call at this point, it is estimated that you will be scolded a few times.

What's wrong with this.