"Let's go and see the patient first." Putting the pen tip back into the pen cap, Tan Kelin turned around.
Xie Wanying followed the teacher with small steps.
The two came to the treatment room where Xiao Yazhi was staying temporarily. Yazhi's father was braiding his daughter's hair. When he saw the doctor coming, he immediately moved out of the way.
Xiao Yazhi lay on the bed obediently and waited for the doctor to examine herself.
After touching the little patient's abdomen, Tan Kelin focused on checking the blood oxygen level mentioned by the student this time. Whether his fingernails or lips were indeed not purple or white.
"Was she also very thin before? Is her mother thin?" Tan Kelin turned around and asked the patient's family members carefully.
"Yes, she used to be thin, so we didn't notice her belly was not bulging." Yazhi's father said, "Her mother is thin."
"Where's her mother?"
"Her mother was so sad that she cried every day. I asked her to stay at home and not come over. She said she would come over to stay with the child until the surgery was confirmed," Yazhi's father said.
"We will check it out in two days and perform this operation on you as soon as possible." Tan Kelin said.
After hearing what the teacher said, it seemed that the teacher had changed his mind. Xie Wanying felt happy.
"I heard a doctor just said that you may need to go to the Department of Gastroenterology for a digestive endoscopy sample first?" Yazhi's father asked.
"Who said that?" Tan Kelin looked at his student when he asked.
"I haven't said this to him." Xie Wanying replied firmly, because she herself did not agree with this approach. If it is determined that surgery must be performed first and then chemotherapy, it does not matter whether a digestive endoscopy is performed or not.
"A male doctor said it, it seems his surname is Li." Yazhi's father said.
Professor Li? No, the professor is not here today. Who could it be?
"Young?"
"Young and wearing glasses."
Xie Wanying had a bad feeling in her heart: Could it be her classmate Li Qian?
After walking out of the ward, Tan Kelin said to the student again: "Have you said anything to your classmates?"
"No, teacher. The teacher just made the decision last night. I haven't met my classmates this morning." Xie Wanying replied, as if the teacher suspected that her classmates made the decision.
"Go and ask him if that's what he said." Tan Kelin gave the instruction bluntly.
Patients of other doctors were not allowed to interrupt randomly. Her classmates did not have the experience she had, so they probably had to be reprimanded. Xie Wanying hurriedly went to her classmates to ask what was going on.
I searched all the way through the department and actually saw Li Qian. It turns out that Li Qian was much more active than Zhao Zhaowei. He studied by himself on Saturdays when he didn't have to be a trainee.
Really afraid that it would dampen the enthusiasm of her classmates to learn, Xie Wanying thought about how to speak this way.
"Are you looking for me?" Looking back to see her, Li Qian walked towards her.
After taking her classmates to a corner, Xie Wanying asked, "Did you say anything to Yazhi's father?"
"Are the family members of that child? Yes, since you were not here, he asked me what the arrangements will be next. Didn't I mention it in the discussion in the department yesterday afternoon? We may have to go to the gastroenterology department to collect samples for pathology first."
"You should ask me first what's going on." Xie Wanying told her classmates tactfully.
"All the doctors in the department said this yesterday, didn't they?" Li Qian asked in surprise.
"A discussion is a discussion, and the attending doctor is the one who makes the final decision. You haven't asked the attending doctor what his opinion is, so you can't talk nonsense to the patient."
"Dr. Tan? Dr. Tan didn't say no yesterday afternoon."
"The doctor will change his mind. Yesterday, he didn't say he would admit patients."
"If you didn't say you would accept it, then you have to do it like that?" Li Qian became more and more unhappy as he talked, "Why doesn't the decision he made himself count and he turned around to blame me for talking nonsense?"
