It was as if fate was playing tricks on Chen Qi and the others.

You're not going to save a black man with a belly full of rotten skin, right? OK, then I'll give you a simpler patient.

Just when they were picking up their rice bowls again and preparing to grab a few mouthfuls of cold rice and cold dishes, another old black man suddenly arrived who was in urgent need of rescue treatment.

Chen Qi blinked and said unhappily:

"We can't let Luo Wei be on duty next time. This guy is a god of plague. He's particularly good at recruiting patients. He won't stop once he's on duty."

Everyone nodded in unison, holding their rice bowls.

Almost every hospital and every department has this kind of "plague".

As soon as this kind of plague doctor goes to work, if he is in the inpatient department, he does not need to sleep at night. Unexpected incidents occur one after another. Either this one is going to die, or that one is going to lose his fortune.

If you go to the emergency room, when he is on duty, patients will be brought in continuously, leaving you no time to sit down and rest for even a minute.

Doctor Plague has no colleagues who are willing to work the night shift, and the nurses draw lots to decide who will work the night shift. Anyway, this is a place where people hate dogs.

Of course, the dean likes this kind of plague doctor very much, because his business is good and he can make money.

Luo Wei felt very aggrieved upon hearing this:

"Dean Chen, you can't say that. We are materialists and we absolutely cannot agree with this kind of feudal superstition. I am a good comrade. God is my witness."

Chen Qi threw away his chopsticks and stood up:

"Okay, okay, you are God's darling, the dean's treasure, let's go and see what kind of patient is here."

When the others looked at it, they realized that they couldn't finish the meal, so they put down their bowls and chopsticks and came to tent No. 1.

As soon as he entered the tent, he smelled a strong stench. Chen Qi's heart skipped a beat, thinking that it was over, wouldn't there be another pancreatic fistula patient with a broken stomach?

"How is the patient?"

The translator immediately ran up: "Doctor Chen, this patient is the chief of the Gandongzhong tribe. He injured his foot and is now in so much pain that he can't walk."

Chief? After all, he is still a grassroots cadre.

Chen Qi took a look and found that, sure enough, there were very few people in the refugee camp who could wear clothes, and looking at the patient's appearance, he actually still felt a little fleshy, which was not easy.

With a big head and thick neck, he is either a cook or a chief.

The fat man was either eaten or strictly protected in this refugee camp. They are all people of some status.

Chen Qi put on gloves: "What's wrong with the patient's leg?"

A black family member next to him quickly said:

"Our chief's right foot has been rotten for two years. Later, the entire foot became darker and darker, and the wound never healed, so we would like to ask your help to take a look. We can tell you how much medicine is needed."

After all, he is a wealthy man, and he carries his wealth with him wherever he goes.

"Okay, first take off the rags on your feet. Where did you get this gauze? The white gauze has turned into black gauze. It's better not to wrap it up. It's dirtier and more likely to cause infection."

Chen Qi untied the circles of gauze and taught him a lesson, but he didn't see that several black servants had quietly taken a few steps back.

On the contrary, the young doctors from China gathered around and wanted to see what was wrong with the black chief's feet.

Just when he was untying the last layer of gauze, Chen Qi suddenly shook his hands, took two steps back with a look of horror on his face, and felt a chill all over his body.

The gauze fell directly to the ground.

The young doctors next to them became even more curious. It was rare to see Dean Chen so rude, so they all moved their heads closer to look at the wound. They didn't know it, and they were scared to death.

I saw an irregular wound of 8cm*8cm on the outside of the patient's ankle. The wound festered and turned black, and waves of stench continued to emit.

If you look closely, you can still find white living things wriggling between the skin and flesh. If you look closer, you can see that they are maggots.

The densely packed, countless white maggots kept squirming around the wound, scrambling to twist and turn. Some maggots fell directly onto the bed, where they continued to twist and twist.

If someone with trypophobia sees it, he will die on the spot.

Ugh~~~~

Several young doctors couldn't stand it anymore and ran outside the tent and started vomiting.

The other young doctors who persisted in not vomiting all turned pale and held their breaths, trying to hold back the strong feeling of nausea. There were layers of goosebumps all over their bodies.

Doctors are all professionally trained and will generally not lose their composure unless they are really sick.

Chen Qi also wanted to vomit, but he was the dean. If he took the lead in vomiting, he would lose his "dean style", so he could only endure it and swallowed the sour water.

The most important thing now is to treat patients. This is our job. No matter how much we dislike it in our hearts, we can't show it on our faces. It will easily set a bad example for young doctors.

But one advantage of being a dean is that if you don’t want to do it, you can always find someone to take the blame.

"Who is it? Dr. Luo Weiluo, the lucky god of our temporary hospital, come here and leave this patient to you."

Luo Wei grimaced when he heard this, but he didn't dare to refuse.

Other junior doctors are gloating about their misfortune, glad that they are not the attending doctor, otherwise the earth will be destroyed.

"Dean Chen, how do I diagnose and treat this?"

"Put the diagnosis aside for now. What are you talking about? Just deal with the symptoms, such as cleaning up the maggots first."

"Ah!!!"

Luo Wei was going crazy. He had a thousand unwillingnesses in his heart, but he would not obey the leader's orders, so he humiliated himself like a little daughter-in-law and took the sterile plate from the tool box.

He Shezi.

Then, with everyone watching sympathetically and thankfully, he squatted at the patient's feet.

As soon as he squatted down, a stench hit him, almost making Luo Wei sit on the ground. He quickly closed his sore eyes and thought, let's go.

Putting the camera on the patient's wound, Luo Wei gritted his teeth and carefully pinched out a maggot.

As a result, I used too much force, clamped the camera too tightly, and the maggot was squashed and burst into juice...

When Chen Qi and the other junior doctors saw this, they all took a step back without saying a word. This highlight moment was given to Dr. Luo Weiluo.

Luo Wei looked helplessly at this group of unloyal colleagues, his eyes full of sorrow, as if a woman had been abandoned by a man.

Chen Qi coughed a few times: "Why are you looking back? We can't run away. Let's catch the bugs quickly. Come on, Aoli will give you!"

The other young doctors nearby were holding back their laughter and their shoulders were twitching.

Luo Wei knew that no one could help him today, so he risked his life. Man, once you have passed your psychological barrier, the next thing will be a matter of course.

I saw him looking like he was picking peanuts, with a cold and handsome face, holding maggots one by one, and some people thought they were peanuts.

This made everyone start to admire this ruthless man.

The maggots would not behave when they were caught in the sterile plate. These bugs were constantly squirming, so at this time many maggots slowly crawled out and crawled onto Luo Wei's left hand.

Everyone looked at Luo Wei, who had a cold look on his face and was in a state of numbness, picking up maggots, and shouted in a low voice:

"Luo Wei, the maggots crawled out~~~"

"Luo Wei, the plate is too full, please change it~~~"

"Luo Wei, you are going to die, why don't you clean it up quickly~~~"

Chen Qi took a look and realized that this guy is useless and can no longer bully honest people like this.

"Who, Liu Yike, go and replace Luo Wei and let Luo Wei take a break. We are all colleagues and we must help each other."

Liu Yike is really a bolt from the blue. He was laughing the most just now, but now he is so miserable.

"Dean Chen, I..."

"Past!"

Seeing that Chen Qi was not allowed to discuss it, Liu Yike wailed in his heart, drew circles and cursed, took another sterile tray and camera, walked to the side of the patient, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Luo Wei, please give in. Next, I will do it."

Luo Wei said nothing, holding a plate of maggots. Even though the maggots had crawled onto his hand, he didn't make a sound on his arm. He just silently stepped aside and walked out of the tent.

Chen Qi and the young doctors next to him looked at me and I looked at you, with confused expressions on their faces.

After a while, I heard Luo Wei outside start to howl like a ghost, and I could hear the sound of a sterile tray being thrown away from a distance.

Chen Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It would be nice if he could shout out. He was really afraid that he might be suffering from a mental illness. If he was like Ma Jiajue and gave a few hammers to his colleagues, the crime would be serious.

"Stop howling and pick up the sterile tray. This is a national material. If you lose it, I will kick you to death!"

Finally, after four doctors took turns, the maggots in the black chief's wound were finally cleaned up. It was only rough, but many maggots had penetrated deep into the wound. Obviously, they could not be removed at once. We will continue tomorrow.

Chen Qi took a quick look over and realized that he was just missing a thermos cup.

"Hey, the color of this leg is abnormal, and the wound doesn't appear to be caused by trauma."

Chen Qi put on gloves and touched the dorsalis pedis artery again. The pulsating sensation in the artery had disappeared, and he probably felt confident.

"Yin Xiao, go get a diabetes test strip. I think this old man has diabetic foot."

The results came out quickly, and the blood sugar was 25 points.

Now Chen Qi is in a dilemma. He cannot control his blood sugar, and this festering wound will definitely not heal.

And from the perspective of the entire foot, it is no longer a question of whether the wound can be controlled, but that the foot cannot be saved, and it has met the criteria for amputation.
To be continued...