A doctor like Professor Wu, excellent in both academics and research, has become quite sought after.
The wound is slightly red and swollen, which is a normal phenomenon.
The surgery was just completed yesterday, so it will take a few days to gradually recover.
Li Jingsheng noticed that the wound was sutured using a vertical mattress technique.
The suturing level was... not much better than his own.
Who was the doctor that did the suturing?
It certainly wasn’t done by Professor Wu personally.
Otherwise, if a chief physician sutured like this, it would be quite shocking.
Li Jingsheng’s current level in vertical mattress suturing is at the proficient level, equivalent to a senior resident’s level.
In theory, an excellent attending surgeon should basically be able to achieve this suturing level.
If a chief performs at a resident’s level, then that chief might be quite overrated.
"The wound is sutured well, no issues whatsoever. The tibial bone cement in the lower limb’s knee might cause local discomfort, but it shouldn’t lead to the patient being comatose... What did she eat this morning and noon?"
Professor Wu appeared calm on the surface but was frowning deeply.
He was likely quite panicked internally.
To be honest, such situations are extremely rare in orthopedic surgery.
"My mother had soy milk and buns for breakfast, and green beans with meat, cabbage, and lotus root stew with ribs for lunch. All bought from the hospital cafeteria, there shouldn’t be any issue."
The patient’s daughter was already a graceful young lady.
Wearing faded sky-blue jeans and a light yellow short-sleeved shirt with white polka dots. Her hair tied in a ponytail, there was no trace of makeup on her face, just the remnants of tears.
Tears still lingered in her eyes, her eyes slightly red.
Judging from her youthful face, she seemed to be at most around twenty years old.
No other family members were seen.
She was the only one by the bedside.
Her mother’s sudden critical condition made her extremely terrified and anxious, as she had not really been through the trials of society yet. She could only use crying to relieve her anxiety and sadness.
"Professor Wu, do you think the patient might have been poisoned by the green beans?"
Ruan Xiaoqin, with his sharp features, offered his opinion from the side.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out. Did the patient exhibit symptoms like vomiting or dizziness before falling comatose?"
Professor Wu asked the family member and the attending doctor.
"She vomited and also complained about chest tightness and overall discomfort."
The attending doctor responded.
"After breakfast, my mom started feeling unwell and kept saying she felt chest discomfort. Then she vomited. She barely ate lunch; the green beans seemed to be finished."
The family member confirmed the vomiting symptom.
Professor Wu’s facial muscles twitched twice, vomiting after the buns, yet she hadn’t even eaten the green beans by that time, so how could it be poisoning?

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