Chapter 646: Chapter 585: Three Kingdoms Kill Chapter 646: Chapter 585: Three Kingdoms Kill Li Jun’s head moved slightly, the ICU director said: “He should be waking up soon, but even when he wakes up, sedating him might be a better option.”

The attending doctor saw that Li Jun showed signs of waking up, checked his pupils and various reflexes, then comforted Li Jun: “Your cousin is outside waiting for you. Don’t worry, don’t be scared, you’ll get better.”

Li Jun’s head moved more vigorously, his hands started to fumble, his feet kicked randomly, he started to get restive.

“Restrain him, don’t let him yank out all the tubes.”

The ICU director himself went up to hold Li Jun down, calling for the nurses to bring restraints.

What on earth caused him to become restless all of a sudden?

Robert and Takahashi were quick to react. The two each took one side, subduing Li Jun’s upper limbs.

Another ICU doctor and Song Zimo helped control the lower limbs, while the nurse got out restraints, ready to tie down Li Jun.

“Sedate him, give him more sedative! Be swift with your hands!” the ICU director shouted.

A doctor fetched some medicine from the nearby emergency trolley to strengthen the sedative.

Yang Ping stopped them from executing the order, “Don’t rush to sedate him, let his cousin come in and talk with him for a while.”

A doctor immediately went out to call Qin Xiaowei, who was just right outside in the family waiting area. The doctor had him put on an isolation gown, a mask, and a cap, then brought him into the ICU ward.

“Li Jun is a bit restive, go talk to him,” Yang Ping instructed Qin Xiaowei.

Seeing Li Jun’s limbs restrained, his body still tossing and turning as if in great pain, Qin Xiaowei felt as if his heart was being twisted.

Everyone made some room, Qin Xiaowei stroked Li Jun’s hair, and whispered in his ear: “Ajun, this is Xiaowei-brother, don’t be scared, it’s alright, I’m right here.”

Qin Xiaowei’s words acted like a strong sedative. Li Jun writhed a couple more times, then ceased his restlessness and stopped struggling. Everyone cautiously let go of their grip.

Li Jun stopped moving, his heart rate on the monitor gradually returned to normal.

“Ajun, listen to me. I’m here, things will surely get better, you’ve to listen to the doctor,” Qin Xiaowei held Li Jun’s hand. Li Jun, gripped it tightly in return, as one would a lifesaver, and refused to let go.

In the ICU, family members can only have short visits under special circumstances. They absolutely cannot stay in the ward.

“Ajun, be good, I have to leave as visitors are not allowed to stay here. I’m right outside, and will be here immediately if something happens. I’m here all the time so don’t be scared, alright? You’ll definitely get better, with the doctors around, and me as well.” Qin Xiaowei patted Li Jun’s head, as if soothing a raging lion.

Gradually, Li Jun let go of Qin Xiaowei’s hand. As he stood up, Qin Xiaowei felt very distressed.

“Don’t worry, he has been a little restless. Over sedating him doesn’t help his recovery, which is why I had you come in and see him,” Yang Ping explained.

Sometimes, a patient’s psychological comfort is very important too.

Now that the situation had stabilized, the doctor in charge of the ward couldn’t let Qin Xiaowei stay too long. So, he ushered him out.

Qin Xiaowei constantly looked back as he was led out of the ICU.

“His arteriovenous fistula in the left upper arm has occluded, with a blood clot forming over a length of several centimeters. There’s no way to dissolve or remove the clot, and his upper limb is essentially exhausted. I’ve temporarily placed a catheter in his right femoral vein to meet his short-term dialysis needs, to get us past this urgent crisis. In a few days, I’ll create an arteriovenous fistula in his left lower limb for him…”

The ICU director was very proficient in the basic techniques of dialysis.

For the time being, Li Jun could only undergo dialysis by the bedside. The ICU had a specific dialysis machine for bedside use, which was very convenient.

Just as the ICU director was speaking, a patient in another room needed emergency attention. He immediately went over to supervise the rescue operation.

It was a constant state in the ICU, where all the patients were critically ill, and any one of them could be at risk of death at any time.

That’s why the ICU had the highest mortality rate in the world.

Yang Ping took another look at the monitoring data and checked Li Jun’s pupils, wondering when he could be taken off life support.

After leaving the ICU, Qin Xiaowei was eating something in the family waiting area. Embarrassed when people noticed him, he quickly put his food away.

“Thank you, Professor Yang! I have paid three hundred thousand in, and can pay more in a few days.”

Qin Xiaowei bowed in gratitude, adopting a very humble stance.

Yang Ping comforted him and told him to take care of his own health.

People naturally have a fondness for kindness, and because of this, Yang Ping had added respect for the dutiful Qin Xiaowei.

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August arrived at Sanbo Hospital promptly.

Using his fluent Chinese, he made his way around by asking directions, then reported to the office of medical education.

The sight of a German speaking Chinese so fluently left Director Zhou speechless. The world changed so swiftly that he felt outmoded even before retirement.

Why was it that every foreigner these days spoke better Chinese than he did?

Just like how Takahashi and Robert, who had registered and began their official courses, were.

Initially, Director Zhou was going to make a bilingual form for foreign medical interns. Now, that seemed unnecessary.

August sat in the office of medical education, read aloud every word on the intern’s form under his breath, then signed it and handed over a passport-sized photo with both hands.

A staff went out with the photo and came back a few minutes later with August’s intern ID, next was the matter of getting a white gown.

“Are you from Munich, Germany?”

Director Zhou was very curious.

August nodded: “Yes, Oktoberfest! Bayern!”

“Oh– Got it, got it!”

Director Zhou mimicked foreigners’ flat-toned Chinese.

But August’s Chinese was very standard, completely opposite of the awkward flat-tones.

So much so that it seemed like Director Zhou was the foreigner, and August the Chinese.

“Bayern?”

The staff at the medical education department was starry-eyed.

“I’m regularly with Bayern’s football players, I’m their friend!” August announced.