78 Wash your mouth 20 times (1/2)
At any local hospital, no matter if it was a Class A hospital or not, the doctors basically did nothing but basic work. Conducting research and so on would mostly be nothing more than empty talk. The doctors would be busy every day with clinical treatment, writing medical reports, and performing surgeries. Where would they find time to conduct research? Besides, resources would be limited for lower-ranked doctors. The hospital would only say that they supported personal research, but do nothing more than that.
Hu Zengyang had some personal understanding of intestinal amebiasis. He had written several theses on this topic. However, due to resource limitations, he wasn't able to receive enough patients with intestinal amebiasis, so he could only try and learn more by himself. Still, Hu Zengyang was quite proud that his theses were often quoted by others.
This was the sore place of the Chinese medical field. Anyone who wasn't in a provincial level hospital or better would become nothing more than someone who repeated the exact same work day after day, year after year. There would be nothing new for them, and they were unable to innovate anything.
It would be nice if someone still managed to research something new successfully in such conditions, but if you failed in your research, endless amounts of insults and sarcasm would ceaselessly swarm you until you drowned. If you instead got accustomed to your work, that would be much safer as nobody would scold you or laugh at you. That was why only the true elites among regular doctors would become successful. They were able to handle the pressure and ignore the insults and sarcasm.
The weather slowly became hotter as springs were quite short in Chasu City. It was common to find that the peach flowers had suddenly bloomed after much rain and snow.
Zhang Fan would always go jogging for more than one hour every day before his day shift as long as he didn't work the night shift on the previous night. Although Zhang Fan's body was strengthened by his System, he still felt that getting actual exercise was quite important. How was a doctor supposed to treat others if he wasn't healthy himself? Zhang Fan would run around the entire hospital for two full laps every day to work up some sweat and then take a shower. This filled him with energy every day.
In Chasu City, ethnic minorities were actually more common than ethnic Han Chinese. If you wanted to eat Chinese breakfast such as deep-fried dough sticks and soybean milk, you would have to go to the faraway Kaifa District. Han Chinese people were more common there. Meanwhile, the breakfast options around the hospital were all mutton buns or beef buns, milk tea, and other greasy foods. The fat content of these foods was rather high.
Zhang Fan purchased a small electric pot, and would cook some porridge every morning before he went out for his jog. The porridge would be ready by the time he returned. He had a tasty breakfast every morning with porridge, steamed twisted rolls, and salted vegetables. He truly couldn't bring himself to eat meat early in the morning. Zhang Fan always arrived to work 30 minutes before his shift to read some medical books.
This morning, right when Zhang Fan arrived at the hospital, he saw a middle-aged woman collapse while holding her left breast. A young boy about five or six years old was holding on to her hand. He was loudly crying, ”Mommy! Mommy!”
Although there was still 30 minutes until Zhang Fan's scheduled work shift, it was this woman's luck that she collapsed at the hospital entrance where Zhang Fan saw her.
Zhang Fan immediately dashed over to the woman's side. Two nurses also noticed the situation and rushed over.
Zhang Fan instantly saw that the woman was in a bad condition. Her teeth were clenched tightly, and she was salivating. Her left hand was held over her heart, and she was in obvious pain. Zhang Fan checked her carotid artery while shouting, ”Wake up, wake up, friend!
”Hurry! Help me lay her flat on the ground. Go call for someone from the cardiovascular department.”
When Zhang Fan checked the carotid artery, he discovered that the woman no longer had a pulse, so he immediately gave an order to the two nurses. After lying the patient flat on the ground, Zhang Fan swiftly cleared out all liquid from her mouth so that her breathing could remain unobstructed. Zhang Fan's preliminary analysis was that the woman's heart had suddenly entered cardiac arrest. There would be only an extremely short timeframe to save a cardiac arrest patient. Zhang Fan didn't have the time to wait.
Both nurses were still students who were only interns. One ran off to the cardiovascular department, while the other stood around, not knowing what to do. Zhang Fan kneeled on the ground, and began to give chest compressions to the patient.
”Hurry and give her CPR!” he shouted at the remaining nurse.
”I don't know how to give CPR!” the nurse responded timidly.
”Heavens!” Zhang Fan didn't have the time to care about the patient's drool and froth. He hurriedly wiped it off, and performed CPR for the patient. Meanwhile, the patient's child was crying uproariously. ”Hey, console her son!” This was already a tense situation, and the little boy's crying was only making Zhang Fan frustrated.
”Take care of the child,” Zhang Fan said when his mouth was free. A cardiac arrest patient's brain would be permanently damaged if they didn't receive effective treatment within four to five minutes. Any longer than that, and the cardiac arrest patient would simply die. Thanks to Zhang Fan's typical exercise routine and the training he did in his System simulations, his cardiac compressions were quite standard, with regular force.
More and more people gathered around, with several doctors arriving. They immediately started helping Zhang Fan to save the patient. This cardiac arrest patient was truly lucky. Zhang Fan's treatment had been effective. After a round of chest compressions, her pulse reappeared.
A cardiologist arrived while running with an emergency treatment kit. Zhang Fan got up since a more professional doctor in the field had arrived. The patient's young son was already exhausted from all his crying. He embraced the nurse while pitifully looking at his mother, who was still on the ground.