My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

The man carrying the stretcher was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, the husband of the pregnant woman.

The one behind him was slightly older, probably the father-in-law of the pregnant woman. He was around sixty years old with a still vigorous physique.

All three of them exhibited distinctive rural characteristics, with dark and rough skin and very simple clothing. The liberation shoes on their feet were caked with mud, which was rarely seen in the city.

Due to their cheapness, durability, and sturdiness, liberation shoes were very popular in the countryside.

Working in the fields or going up the mountains to cut wood and chop firewood, such shoes were quite suitable for farmers.

The pregnant woman had fallen and been injured the day before yesterday, and only now had she been brought to the big hospital for treatment. This is often the way of the rural people, to endure as long as possible.

Only when they can no longer bear it do they go to the hospital.

"This is the specialist clinic; your wife's condition is critical, you should hurry and take her straight to the Emergency Department."

Director Tang had been on the scene watching the situation.

Now, seeing these two relatives placing the critically injured pregnant woman in the outpatient hall, he knew it could easily cause panic and disrupt the order of the clinic.

He quickly urged the relatives to move her.

"If it wasn't for the sign outside offering a free consultation with specialists, we wouldn't have come here! Ordinary doctors are not as good as specialists, right? We won't go anywhere else; we want the specialists here to treat her."

The man responded stubbornly.

Some farmers from remote mountain areas, due to their low level of education and daily hard labor, deal with issues in a rough manner and simply don't reason with you.

Director Tang found himself in the position of an intellectual meeting a soldier, unable to argue his point clearly.

"May I ask who is Professor Zhang Bihua?"

The man looked towards the experts who were holding a clinic.

"I am!"

Director Zhang Bihua replied calmly with a mild tone.

"Professor Zhang, please save my wife and the child in her womb, I beg you! I will kowtow to you!"

Saying so, the man thudded down on his knees and began to kowtow loudly in front of Zhang Bihua's consulting desk.

He didn't play any tricks; when his forehead struck the ground, it really made a sound.

"Get up, get up, you go and take a number for my clinic first. I will perform a preliminary physical examination on your wife now."

Director Zhang Bihua couldn't possibly refuse under these circumstances.

There were cameras from reporters pointed directly at her.

Countless pairs of eyes were watching, and some people were taking photos and videos.

In today's highly developed social media era, anyone could post photos and videos they took to the internet.

At this moment, if a doctor failed to attempt to save a life, the public opinion that followed might be fierce enough to metaphorically drown Director Zhang, and possibly all the medical staff present would be in trouble.

"Thank you, Professor Zhang, thank you!"

Seeing that Zhang Bihua agreed, the man happily got up and went to register.

The free specialist consultation event was to boost Xinxiang Women and Children's Hospital's popularity and restore its lost reputation, and to attract more patients for consultation, so registration was free.

All expenses were undertaken by Xinxiang Women and Children's Hospital.

However, the medical treatment process must be followed.

Without registration, there is no entry into the system, and the physician cannot request examinations, write prescriptions, arrange surgeries, etc.

Moreover, except for the registration fee, the treatment costs were still collected as usual.

Almost all hospitals use this tactic to draw in patients – advertising free medical consultations when in fact it is only the registration fee that is waived. They seize the opportunity to attract patients and make money from medication, treatment, hospitalization, examination fees, etc.

Director Zhang Bihua had already knelt down and begun to perform a preliminary examination on the pregnant woman who was on the stretcher.

Yang Chan was also there assisting.

"Please don't stand too close; give the pregnant woman as much breathing space as possible."

Zhou Can and Deputy Director Shi were the heads and deputy heads of the crisis management team, and at this moment, they had taken the initiative to step forward and begin their duties.

The pregnant woman was already having difficulty breathing, and if the onlookers surrounded her so tightly that air could not circulate, it would undoubtedly make the patient's breathing even more difficult.

At that moment, one could see the woman's face, lips, and fingernails turning blue and purple, a symptom unique to hypoxemia.

Patients with chest discomfort and pain were considered high-risk by doctors.

They could turn into critical cases at any moment, or even die suddenly, with no time for resuscitation.

"Hello, are you able to speak now?"

"I can!"

The pregnant woman responded weakly, using her basic Mandarin.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable right now? Does your stomach hurt?"

Director Zhang Bihua didn't dare to move the pregnant woman randomly, especially pregnant women who had fallen and whose conditions were unclear; it was even less appropriate to move them rashly.

"My stomach doesn't hurt, it's just that my butt hurts, and I can't move my right leg at all."

As the pregnant woman spoke, she attempted to shift her right leg, but it wouldn't move at all.

Moreover, a pained expression appeared on her face.

Seeing this, Director Zhang Bihua quickly pressed gently on the pregnant woman's body to prevent her from moving.

"Don't move, don't move, just tell me which parts of your body are in pain or uncomfortable."

"Only the right side of my butt really hurts, and my palm is a bit scraped. Starting from last night, I've felt especially tight in my chest and breathing is very difficult, as if a large stone is pressing down on my chest."

The pregnant woman said a few words and began to gasp for air with her mouth wide open.

It looked quite frightening.

"Are there any other symptoms?"

Director Zhang Bihua's expression grew much more solemn.

She had seen too many pregnant women and mothers, her experience was extremely rich.

She must have already realized that the condition of this pregnant woman was very serious.

"Umm... I also feel that my heartbeat is much faster than before, pounding wildly, like a runaway horse or bull!" She thought for a moment and provided another symptom.