After three strokes, five divided by two, Liu Miqiao sewed up the long-unhealed wound of the intestinal cancer patient and covered it with gauze.
"Okay, I'll help you cure your mental illness for a few months."
Liu Muqiao grinned happily.
He felt so happy.
Non-healing wounds are a big blow to patients. Some people's wounds, especially those with high blood sugar and obesity, are often large and deep, making it difficult to heal. When changing dressings,
Very scary.
Needless to say, the patient's anxiety may include thoughts of death.
This patient could have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago, but this wound prevented him from leaving the hospital, and he also had a lot of complaints against the hospital and the doctors. If Hu Bolong hadn't worked repeatedly to explain that it was not infection, but fat liquefaction.
, and then exempted him from the later treatment costs, otherwise, he would really take the hospital to court.
Now, a young man said that it could heal his wounds. Despite his doubts, he still had some hope.
Maybe it’s really better?
The two interns looked at me and I looked at you. They were all muttering in their hearts. Jiang Weiwei said that he wanted us to guide him. Now it’s troublesome. He doesn’t listen at all. The wounds that should be left open are closed tightly.
It's up, not even the slightest gap is left, and it won't swell tomorrow. It would be strange to accumulate a lot of inflammatory secretions.
However, Liu Muqiao didn’t dare to mess with him.
This guy seems to be very majestic and powerful, even as powerful as Hu Bolong. They want to speak, but they dare not because they are trembling in their hearts.
Of course they don't know that Liu Miqiao's popularity value is almost 2,000, which has surpassed Hu Bolong's popularity value.
If Liu Muqiao had a mature face, his majesty would be very scary.
The two interns didn’t dare to say anything, so they didn’t say anything.
This is a magic weapon for interns to avoid being scolded by teachers.
In hospitals, the hierarchy is strict and critics are merciless. It can be said that there are few doctors who have not been scolded by their superior doctors in their lives.
Interns are at the bottom of the food chain. Their only way to protect themselves is to talk less and become more well-behaved.
After the first patient's medicine was changed, he came to bed 27. His wound was on the right upper quadrant, and he was a patient undergoing hepatobiliary surgery.
Liu Muqiao carefully observed the wound.
When he was sure there was no fistula, a voice in his head said, stitch it!
Yes, sew!
This patient's wound is more troublesome. If it were any other doctor, he would never dare to suture it, because the wound is not only deep, but also has a lot of necrotic tissue under the skin. It must be thoroughly debrided and the necrotic tissue removed.
, and it must also be ensured that there is no bacterial infection.
Ordinary doctors really can’t do it.
Liu Miqiao's right hand waved near the patient's nose again, and the effect of the resin was immediately effective, and the patient fell deeply into sleep.
Liu Miqiao carefully cleaned the wound with alcohol cotton balls, saw clearly the necrotic tissue, and trimmed it bit by bit.
The two interns are no longer calm.
Are you preparing for debridement and suturing again?
You have to remind him.
"Teacher Liu Muqiao... Teacher, Teacher Jiang needs to clean it with hydrogen peroxide every day, and then place drainage strips. You must not suture this."
Liu Muqiao turned back and smiled and said: "You don't remember what I just said. From now on, when changing dressings, you will listen to me, Teacher Liu. Teacher Jiang Weiwei's level of debridement and suturing has not yet started. Follow me and you can learn a lot of knowledge."
. Do you know what my level of debridement and suturing is?"
"What level?"
"Master!"
Master level?
Is there such a classification?
I have only heard of resident doctors, attending doctors, deputy chief doctors, and chief doctors, but I have never heard of master level.
Blow!
You blow!
The two interns didn’t believe it at all.
Liu Miqiao trimmed and trimmed it. Finally, the color of the wound became very fresh, almost the same as a first-grade wound. Liu Miqiao finally wiped it vigorously with an alcohol cotton ball several times.
Then sew them up layer by layer, and finally sew the skin.
No dead space is left.
There are no drainage strips placed.
As a general rule, even if you suture, you should leave a drainage strip.
Liu Muqiao did not give the wound any chance to drain.
The two interns were a little nervous and had to report to Jiang Weiwei quickly. If something went wrong, we reminded and reported it, so we have no responsibility.
Their mission is accomplished.
Two interns pushed the dressing cart back.
Liu Muqiao hummed a tune proudly and walked back.
When passing by the nurse, they would all turn around and take another look at Liu Miqiao.
In the general surgery department, only Liu Miqiao could only take a few more glances.
Hu Bolong is very handsome, but he can only be called the old handsome guy.
Professor Du himself thinks he is handsome, but the nurses and sisters all regard him as a greasy uncle. Li Xiaolong is good, and Tang Shaohua is also good, but Liu Muqiao has appeared, and they immediately became dull.
"Liu Muqiao!"
Some girls even teased her.
"Uh, hello."
"My name is Li Huiyao, remember your name."
"Okay, Li Huiyao."
"My name is Song Yanfei."
"Hey, Song Yanfei. Remember."
……
Back in the ward, Jiang Weiwei was no longer there.
She left work today and left after writing her medical records.
Two interns want to report, but there is no one, how can they report?
No matter what!
We are just interns, and Liu Muqiao is already an employee of their hospital. If he commits a crime, what does it have to do with us?
Besides, wouldn’t Liu Miqiao hate us for informing us?
……
The next day, Hu Bolong did not check the ward in this group. He was the director and he was responsible for the entire ward, so he had to go to other groups to check.
Generally speaking, he checks each group once a week. Not counting his own group, it is exactly 5 days.
Tan Yi took this group of doctors to look at the patient for a while. He didn't ask about the wound at all. When he saw that there was nothing abnormal, he ended the matter hastily.
Surgical ward rounds are much more sloppy than internal medicine.
There are no special patients, and they will not even insist on leading a group of people for ward rounds. The time they spend is mainly in the operating room. How the patient's condition will be will be known during the operation.
Therefore, they don’t need to come every day to ask about their condition and check their health.
In this way, after three days in a row, Hu Bolong squeezed out some time to see the patients in this group.
"Liu Muqiao, our group has not had any surgeries in the past three days. Have you read and become familiar with all the dozen or so diseases that exist in the bed?"
"See."
"Well, if there are any patients on the bed, you should review them as thoroughly as possible in one sitting, and you will make rapid progress. You are the one who changes the dressings, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, be more hands-on. These two patients with bad wounds must be patient. Even if it takes half a year, you must persevere. One day, it will heal."
With that said, I arrived at the bedside of the bowel cancer patient.
"Look at your wound." Hu Bolong said.
The patient opened the bed and said: "There is hope this time, this new doctor is very good."
Hu Bolong lifted the gauze.
Stunned!
His face is ugly.
This chapter has been completed!