novelraw Chapter 21 Qin Mo has a heart attack?
Chapter 21 Qin Mo has a heart attack?
At night, Song Jing still slept in a small strip under the bed, with three layers of quilts underneath and put the remote control on the bed. Qin Mo slept a lot during the day, but now he was not so sleepy, and his eyes fell. Looking at the person under the bed, his eyes turned cold when he remembered the phone call he received today, that person has now become a mouse in the gutter and is eyeing Song Jing, Song Jing, how will he choose this time?
Song Jing, who was lying down, didn't feel much sleepy at the moment, thinking over and over again what to do in the past few days, Qin Mo is now 17 weeks, so he has to investigate Zhou Hai's affairs quickly, and there is something hidden behind That person was placed there like an untimed bomb, he couldn't let go of it.
The hospital, the hospital controlled by Qin Mo, is there any problem with other small shareholders?Or a humble doctor and nurse?He thought about it and finally fell asleep in a daze. This night, the remote control was not dropped, but he slept quite soundly. The floor is not as comfortable as the bed. He opened his eyes in the morning and was about to wake up. Suddenly remembered that today is Saturday There is no need to go to work, the room is quiet and there is no sound, the blackout curtain has not been opened, and the hazy drowsiness flooded up again. Although the floor is not as comfortable as the bed, it is still more comfortable to lie down. Song Jing closed her eyes again, hugged The quilt is ready for a rare return to sleep.
It's just that the movement on the bed was not quite right after the eyes were closed. Suddenly there was some heavy breathing in the quiet room. He was hit by something just as he was about to get up. It was indeed the remote control, and he got up quickly. He thought Qin Mo had leg cramps again, but when he got up, he realized something was wrong. Qin Mo pressed his hand to his heart, and his face was covered with cold sweat;
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
The sudden heart palpitations made Qin Mo almost speechless, his chest tightened one after another, and he subconsciously held Song Jing's wrist tightly, Song Jing was also terrified by his condition;
"I'll call Wu Run, right away, don't be afraid."
He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, so he slapped on the door of the next room directly. Wu Run also just got up and heard the rapid knock on the door, and felt uncomfortable. After wiping his hair, he hurried out. When he got to the door, his hair was still dripping. hit the water;
"what happened?"
"He was uncomfortable, and he kept pressing his chest with his hands, not knowing what was going on."
Song Jing spoke quickly with obvious tension, and the two quickly returned to the bedroom;
"Mr. Song has a medicine box in that cabinet."
Wu Run took Qin Mo's hand away;
"Slow down and breathe, you'll be fine."
Song Jing immediately went to get the box and came over. The cold stethoscope was stuck to Qin Mo's chest through the pajamas. The heart was beating softly and violently. Wu Run watched Song Jing speak while auscultating;
"There are test strips in there, you help him test his blood sugar and blood oxygen."
This is the first time Song Jing has come across such a situation, so she inevitably rummages in the box in a panic, Wu Run is listening to the stethoscope carefully and has no time to pay attention to him, Qin Mo can't help but speak when he sees the person beside the bed rummaging around, The voice is breathless;
"Blue...box"
Song Jing found the box and opened the package. He had blood drawn during the physical examination, and he had never tested his blood sugar. Is there a needle in the package?
"Where to tie it?"
Wu Run looked sideways;
"Prick your finger and squeeze a drop of blood onto that test strip."
Song Jing raised his eyes and looked at the person who was half leaning against the head of the bed. Not to mention his face, even his lips didn't have any blood on his face. His breathing was short of breath and he looked short of breath. He squeezed his wrist. In fact, he had held his hands countless times in the past three years, but this time he was surprised that the man's wrist had lost so much weight. He looked at the needle in his hand and reminded him aloud;
"I'm stuck."
The tip of the needle pierced those cold hands with cold sweat, and blood beads came out all at once. Song Jing wiped it with a test paper on one side, and then pressed his finger with an alcohol swab, but the small pinhole disappeared after pressing for a long time. There was still faint bleeding, and it took a long time to stop the bleeding. Song Jing knew something was wrong even if she didn't know medicine. She glanced at Wu Run, and Wu Run looked at the fingertip and sighed;
"Poor platelet low coagulation."
"Blood sugar is only 3.1, Mr. Song, let Zhang Ma make honey water, thicker."
Song Jing hurriedly went out to give orders, then turned around to meet him, and saw Wu Run raised his hand to help Qin Mo massage the position of the heart regularly. ;
"What about him?"
"Blood pressure and blood oxygen are low, heart palpitations, palpitation, first inhale oxygen and supplement sugar, help Qin Zong get up, I want to listen to the fetal heart rate."
Song Jing walked to Qin Mo's side, raised his hand to help him sit up, and saw Wu Run lifted the man's pajamas, exposing his abdomen. These days, except when he accompanied Qin Mo to the hospital for an examination half a month ago He had never seen this person's belly before, and when the clothes were lifted, he couldn't control his gaze. The lines of the original abdominal muscles had completely disappeared. At this moment, the slight bulge of the lower abdomen can be clearly seen, and a strange feeling came, which made him want to raise his hand to touch it, but his reason still controlled his movements.
The clothes of the person in his arms were soaked in cold sweat, Qin Mo lowered his eyes slightly, watching Wu Run drop the stethoscope on his abdomen;
"So you can hear it?"
Wu Run smiled;
"Well, I just heard it at 17 weeks, don't be nervous, relax and breathe, I will count my heartbeat."
The bedroom was silent for a while, Qin Mo and Song Jing stared at the stethoscope in Wu Run's hand, so they could hear the little guy's heartbeat?It took 2 minutes for Wu Run to let go of his hands, finally there were more emotional fluctuations on Qin Mo's face than when he was checking himself just now;
"How is he?"
"Well, 1 beats per minute, it's normal, don't worry."
Song Jing looked up;
"143 times? So fast?"
Wu Run put away the stethoscope;
"The heartbeat of a fetus is much faster than that of an adult. It is normal between 110 and 160. The younger the month, the faster the frequency."
Song Jing's mouth was faster than his head;
"Can I have a listen?"
Wu Run smiled and handed him the stethoscope, and he took it. Just as he was about to attach the stethoscope to the man's stomach along the position Wu Run pointed, he saw a pair of bony hands pull the hem of the clothes and directly covered the stomach. It is self-evident who the owner of these hands is, Song Jing immediately raised her head to complain;
"Why? Didn't you say this is my child too, let me hear what's wrong?"
Qin Mo didn't reply to his words, but just stretched out his hand, which obviously meant to ask for the stethoscope in his hand. Song Jing was angry, but he put the stethoscope in his hand without saying anything because he was worried that his heart was uncomfortable just now. Adjusted the position of the stethoscope;
"Okay."
The beating sound passed down the eardrums to Qin Mo's ears. This was the first time he heard the little guy's heartbeat, and a faint smile crossed his frosty lips. The smile was fleeting but still let Song Jing see it, the light smile and pale face suddenly hit something in his heart and softened for a moment, he vaguely remembered that he said he didn't eat when he went for the checkup last time Yao didn't smoke, I hope he is doing well, he cares about this child, right?
Qin Mo stared at the timer on the phone, counting in his heart;
"145."
"Listen to me too."
Song Jing went up to get his stethoscope. He was really curious about the little guy's heartbeat, but Qin Mo directly took the probe of the stethoscope from his stomach;
"What are you doing again? You've heard it all, it's my turn."
After all, he was the one who conceived the child, and he was the one who suffered. It was right for him to listen to the little guy's heartbeat first, but what's going on now?Song Jing stared at him and refused to budge, but saw Qin Mo leaning back against the head of the bed and directly pulling the quilt over his waist;
"I'm tired."
Song Jing sat directly beside the bed;
"You are tired and you rest, I will not disturb you."
He listens to the fetal heartbeat instead of his heartbeat;
"He's tired too."
Song Jing...
Qin Mo was still not in the mood, Wu Run found out the portable oxygen inhaler that this person had specially bought for him to keep at home, and adjusted the oxygen concentration, Song Jing had to give up, Zhang Ma brought in the honey water, Qin Mo directly give instructions to those around you;
"Go get me a straw."
Song Jing immediately found an opportunity to bargain;
"I'll get it, you listen to me."
What responded to him was Qin Mo directly picking up the cup to drink honey water...
The author says:
Song Gou: I let you be the first to listen to the puppy’s heartbeat. After listening to it, don’t let me listen to it. If you don’t listen to it, don’t give me a straw;
Mr. Qin: Drink directly without a straw;