"Did I... cut it too slowly?" Wang Zhuangyong looked at Lu Wenbin seriously, with a somewhat nervous attitude.

Lu Wenbin was nervous and said even more nervously: "Of course not, of course not. Actually, I didn't mean to let you cut everything. I didn't expect that I was held back by a patient just now... It's okay, I will do the rest."

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"No, Teacher Lu, I'll do it, I'll do it." Wang Zhuangyong was a little strange, but he still worked hard.

After several months of internship in the hospital, Wang Zhuangyong has somewhat understood the principles of internship.

It's impossible for interns to do nothing in the hospital, but they can do it very easily.

If students who really have no pursuit enter a hospital with strict management, the workload is about the same as attending classes in college. Some students who are not prepared to go into medicine, or students who are only thinking about studying for public exams, will refer to various factors when choosing a hospital for internship.

The salty fish index of the hospital. For example, in some second-class non-specialty hospitals, the attending doctors can't see many patients on weekdays, and the interns can't do any work they want to do. That's where the salty fish index is high.

However, interns who want to learn something have to work very hard in the hospital.

Doctors' time is tight and their tasks are heavy. The more powerful a doctor is, the more valuable his time is. Few people are willing to teach students like a teacher. On the contrary, interns must hang around in front of a doctor for a long enough time.

After you have done enough things, the other party will spare a little time to give a few pointers.

Before the emergence of new system reforms, interns were exchanging hard work and intelligent flattery for a little bit of knowledge from the teacher's fingers.

Since Wang Zhuangyong understood this truth, he has joined in the hard work and flattery.

He wanted to stay in Yunhua. Yunhua Hospital might not be able to get in, but he could learn something. At least it would be easier to go to another hospital.

According to Wang Zhuangyong's observation, there is no future for interns to help the attending doctors. The attending doctors do not like to let the interns help them. They have resident doctors and regular training doctors who can use them.

Not to mention the deputy director and director, interns may not be able to speak.

Therefore, what an intern can exchange for emotional labor and intelligent flattery is what a resident can do, and not every resident has time to be a teacher.

There are some who call people for free.

Wang Zhuangyong can only say that based on his own limited experience, it is really rare for someone to regret it half way through.

Lu Wenbin still snatched the scissors from Wang Zhuangyong's hand and began to cut the nails of the chicken paws.

Wang Zhuangyong was not one to give up easily. He stamped his feet, exhaled, went to find another pair of scissors, and continued working.

Lu Wenbin is also very desperate.

He secretly decided that if he wanted to use an intern in the future, he would at least ask for their name and class. However, who could have guessed that his superior doctor was now an intern?

Lu Wenbin grabbed Wang Zhuangyong's wrist and said, "I don't want to cut my nails anymore."

“What should I do if I don’t cut my nails?”

"Just use it." Lu Wenbin thought for a while and said: "This part is for...the one who prefers arc shapes, and the rest is for those who don't care so much."

Cutting the nails of the chicken feet into an arc was just a flattery trick that Lu Wenbin thought of. Dr. Ling seemed to like it quite a bit, so he continued. As for other doctors, there was no need to take it so seriously.

"It's better to cut it off." Wang Zhuangyong only thought that Lu Wenbin was being polite.

It's good to be polite. What he likes most are residents who are polite. When residents who are polite see the interns doing too many things, they will feel embarrassed, and then they will teach more seriously.

Wang Zhuangyong rushed to pick up the chicken feet and trimmed them more carefully.

Lu Wenbin had no choice but to grab the chicken feet and cut them randomly to distinguish them from the original chicken feet with arc-shaped nails.

"Okay, it's done." Lu Wenbin wiped his sweat.

Wang Zhuangyong quickly handed over the dry towel.

The corner of Lu Wenbin's mouth twitched. Why had he never met such a knowledgeable and knowledgeable guy before?

He silently picked up a bucket of chicken feet, and Wang Zhuangyong next to him obediently picked up the pig's trotters.

"Follow me." Lu Wenbin sighed and asked Wang Zhuangyong to help him move his things into the dormitory.

Looking back, Lu Wenbin asked: "What do you most want to learn when you come to the emergency department?"

Wang Zhuangyong was so happy that he almost laughed out loud and couldn't help but feel proud: I finally captured the essence of internship.

"I haven't had surgery yet. I want to do surgery." Wang Zhuangyong answered with certainty.

The first department he rotated to was the laboratory department, and the second department was the neurology department, both of which did not perform surgeries.

For young medical students, the thing they most want to be exposed to is definitely surgery.

Lu Wenbin thought for a while and said: "Then let's start with debridement. I will take you to the treatment room in a moment. If there are patients with minor injuries, I will let you try it first."

"Okay, okay." Wang Zhuangyong agreed very quickly, and he was even more unbelievable: How easy is it to get started? I was going to wait outside the emergency department.

Following Lu Wenbin back to the emergency department, Wang Zhuangyong was still in a dazed state.

Lu Wenbin went to the attending physician on duty and asked for a separate cubicle, and then asked the nurse to help attract customers.

Lu Wenbin pulled Wang Zhuangyong to sit down and said: "Our emergency department handles patients separately. The emergency room deals with first-level endangered patients and second-level critical patients. The treatment room is where we are now. The patients

It’s just a simple patient with level 3 or 4. Do you know what level 3 or 4 is?”

"Level 3 is a general emergency? Level 4 is..."

"Level 4 is non-emergency, and the triage recommendation is to go to the outpatient clinic."

Wang Zhuangyong suddenly realized: "So if we encounter level 4 patients, we should advise them to go to the outpatient clinic."

"If someone else asked, I would probably say so." Lu Wenbin paused, looked into Wang Zhuangyong's eyes, and said, "If you ask, let's talk in private. As far as the current doctor-patient relationship is concerned, the most we can say is, they

If they don't listen, just ask them to wait a little longer. If they are indeed scheduled, you still have to see what you should see. Don't make trouble for yourself."

Wang Zhuangyong was a little panicked when Lu Wenbin saw him. After saying "I understand", he felt even more that Lu Wenbin was too kind to him.

As the saying goes, showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

Wang Zhuangyong touched his trouser pocket and found that it was cleaner than his face. From this, he proved that he had nothing to steal, but the traitor...

Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green.

He raised his head and looked around again. The cubicle the two of them were in was similar to the "seating" in an ordinary small hotel, except that the table in the middle was smaller, giving them more room to display...

Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green again.

"Zhuangyong, it's okay if I call you that..." Lu Wenbin once again tried to close the relationship.

Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green, and he suddenly wanted to say that he was actually straight...

At this time, a patient was brought in.

I saw a bloody patch on his left forearm, and I didn't know where it was injured.

When Wang Zhuangyong saw such an exciting scene, he suddenly didn't want to say what was in his heart.

Maybe we can wait until the patient is sutured?

Wang Zhuangyong thought so, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'll sew first, you watch." Lu Wenbin was not prepared to give Wang Zhuangyong the first patient. He had to see a few patients to get some ideas before he could try one and a half stitches.

With this in mind, Lu Wenbin spread the drapes, disinfected, and debrided himself, and then used needles and threads to pull the two somewhat separated pieces of muscle tissue together.

Wang Zhuangyong looked at it and slowly stopped laughing.

"This is not what we see in school..." Wang Zhuangyong's pupils dilated...

Lu Wenbin smiled: "Teacher, I guess you have been soaking in formalin for a long time. This one is fresh."

The patient frowned slightly and didn't know whether to retort.

Wang Zhuangyong's monkey head started to move rapidly.

Lu Wenbin was very familiar with this movement of his. As time went by, Lu Wenbin slapped Wang Zhuangyong on the shoulder, pushing him back three inches and three inches to the left.

vomit……

Wang Zhuangyong vomited without restraint.

Morning.

At noon.

Yesterday at noon...

Lu Wenbin and the injured patient were stunned.

Wang Zhuangyong paused midway, raised his head again, and saw the patient's exposed muscle tissue, and couldn't help but let out another "vomit" sound.

There is a poem that says:

Falling spring in the void, thousands of feet straight

Thunder rushes into the river without pausing

As long as Bai Lianfei now and in the past

A boundary breaks through the green mountains
Chapter completed!