Zhang Lin did not embarrass the Northeastern people. After drinking more than a dozen bottles of beer, he could still stand up and shout "Pay the bill!"
After drinking and eating, the two said goodbye at the door of the hotel. Zhang Lin was a little wobbly when he walked. Yang Ping was worried and wanted to follow him to help him.
"Don't worry, I'm just one drink short of drinking. If you want to knock me down, you're always one drink short." Zhang Lin waved his hand.
Zhang Lin's pediatrician suddenly appeared and seemed to have been waiting under a tree for a long time.
She immediately ran up to help Zhang Lin. Zhang Lin instantly felt like he was getting blood from a chicken, and he immediately walked normally without any hint of drunkenness.
"Drink less."
"It's okay. I haven't finished the two bottles yet, so I'm going to eat some vegetables."
The two left hand in hand.
At seven o'clock the next morning, Yang Ping rushed to the department and started another busy day of work.
"What day is it today?" Zhang Lin took out Fengyoujing, poured it on his fingers, and rubbed his temples.
"Tuesday!" Yang Ping said.
It's normal for doctors not to remember the day of the week. It's enough to remember which day they are on duty, because all days are working days.
"It's over! Today the director is doing a ward round, and I haven't prepared anything. I'm dead." Zhang Lin slapped his thigh.
"It's just ward rounds, why are you so nervous?" Yang Ping comforted him.
The director's ward round is usually a nightmare for young doctors. It is the time when the director checks his studies and work every week. He can make young doctors exhausted just by asking questions.
The department's ward rounds are scheduled for Tuesday morning, so except for emergency surgeries, no other elective surgeries will be arranged on Tuesday morning, and all elective surgeries will be postponed to the afternoon.
In the morning, the routine shift handover was completed and ward rounds began. Members of the entire department came out in large numbers, with a luxurious lineup and magnificent momentum.
Headed by Director Han, flanked by Director Tian, Director Ouyang, Director Bai, and Director Ding, followed by the attending physician, resident physician, graduate student, and intern physician.
The hierarchy is clear and the formation is neat. Doctors have a strict hierarchy, second only to soldiers. The subordinates obey the superiors. Surgery cannot be overstepped, and the position cannot be overstepped.
Director Han's white coat is neatly buttoned, and his short, thick, black hair is cut into a straight stubble. He holds his head high and his chest high, and walks steadily, as if his body is equipped with iron bones.
Director Tian is the most elegant person, with gold-rimmed glasses that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, regular facial features, good figure, and a scholarly temperament.
Director Ouyang is actually only in his early forties, but his 46-length hair is already mixed with black and white. He is tall and thin, with a straight waist. He looks capable and steady in the blue shirt under his white coat.
Director Bai is the most important among the directors. He is 1.7 meters tall and weighs over 200 kilograms. His white coat is custom-made and is still tight in the front. It feels like the buttons will burst open at any time, turning into a hidden weapon and flying to both sides.
Director Ding was a little cold, as if he was dealing with it indifferently and it was none of his business.
The second echelon was the attending physician. Song Zimo habitually left his white coat unbuttoned and put his hands in his trouser pockets. He spread his white coat to both sides and made a loud noise when he walked. If it had been anyone else, the infectious disease department of the hospital would have given him trouble.
Tang Fei is always a beautiful rose, with a little light makeup, a lavender hairpin on her symbolic ponytail, and a lady's white coat that outlines her graceful and slender figure.
The third echelon is the resident physician, the bottom of the pyramid. They work hard every day, leave early and come back late, are often scolded, and earn a subsistence-level salary.
Yang Ping was also in the third echelon, standing side by side with Zhang Lin. He was calm and mentally recalled the information about the patients in his charge in order to cope with Director Han's follow-up questions.
At the end is the team of trainees and interns, which are the only force that residents can control, the lowest level of doctors, and a cheap labor force.
The team was huge and moving in the corridor, with someone in front of them clearing the way. The ward rounds were very particular. There were strict rules on how to enter the ward, how to leave the ward, and how to stand. The doctor in charge of the bed went first, and then the rest of the team came out.
At this moment, everyone gave way, the director went out first, and then filed out one by one.
The resident knocked on the door, went in to greet the patient, and then stood on the left side of the bed. The attending surgeons of the same group and the team leader were next to them in turn. No one made any arrangements, and they all could find their own places. There were too many people, and there were interns there.
Find a seat in the corner of the door and squeeze down. Some interns can no longer enter the ward, so they can only gather around the door and listen.
The position on the right side of the hospital bed is position C, which is the position of the director. A confused intern took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed position C. The teacher patted him gently: "Student, this position is opposite the air conditioner outlet, so it is easy to catch a cold.
.” Then she pulled him to squeeze in with her.
I am really touched. Having such a teacher is a great blessing in life. The interns feel so warm in their hearts.
The director was in place, his strong body seemed to be rooted and steady, and his eyes were like X-rays, full of penetrating power, probably like eyes like torches.
The same pair of eyes and the same anatomical structure, why are there such big differences? I wonder if anyone has done this subject. If not, this will be the subject of the deputy high school in the future, Yang Ping thought.
The patient who had his severed finger replanted that night.
The patient leaned against the bedside, looking at this and that, probably frightened by the situation.
Opposite the director, Zhang Lin began to report the medical records - name, age, gender, diagnosis, why he was hospitalized, how he got sick, how he was treated, what diseases he had before, what the physical examination was like, what instruments were tested, and what abnormalities were found. 1.
Once a report is made, one cannot look at the medical records; the reporter must rely on memory.
The first half is catchy and very confident, and senior doctor Song Zimo cannot hide the smile on his face.
But this brother obviously used too much force. Halfway through his rapid-fire report, he got stuck. His tongue started fighting with himself. His voice lowered, he was slurred, and he stammered. He couldn't form a word for a long time. Sweat continued to drip from his forehead, and the last sentence
Beads of sweat rolled down, and even the stuttering disappeared.
Oops! What a pity, the other doctor regretted that it was a perfect medical record report, but this guy overdid it--.
Director Han frowned.
Song Zimo immediately came to the rescue and continued to improve the medical record report.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Let me look at the medical records!" Director Han stretched out his hand.
The medical record was delivered to Director Han. Director Han opened it, read it carefully, and read ten lines at a glance: "The right thumb is completely severed - well, this medical record is very well written, and it contains abnormalities that are difficult for others to find."
The confidence I had lost in front of everyone due to being stuck just now was instantly regained. Being able to be publicly praised by Director Han was something I could brag about while eating and chatting in the canteen.
Zhang Lin cheered up again.
"That's right, let's keep working hard." Song Zimo also said.
"This patient is a male. You can ask about his menstrual history, menarche and the time of his last menstrual period. They are all clearly recorded. He is a talented person! He is a pillar of the country. Also, there is actually a record of my booking in the medical record?" Director Han is very serious.
say.
Pfft, someone couldn't hold it back anymore and burst out laughing, followed by the characteristic breathing sound of someone holding their breath forcibly.
The wrong template was used. The female medical record template used a male patient; the header of the director's ward rounds record was written as the director's ward opening record.
"Ah--" Zhang Lin's face turned red. He immediately looked around to see which intern or trainee had written it. He wanted to kick him to death.
Yang Ping stood next to Zhang Lin, feeling super embarrassed. He was in the same group, and in full view of everyone, he was receiving the scorching gazes of ten suns.
The X-ray was handed over, and Director Han held it up to look at the light from the window.
I have to ask a question, I really have to ask a question!
Everyone immediately shrank down like ostriches, as if the director could not see him.
Opposite Zhang Lin, the sweat that had just subsided started to seep out from his forehead again.
"When replanting a severed finger to anastomose blood vessels, what should be paid attention to when the fracture is aligned?" Director Han put down the film and glanced at the scene.
Everywhere he passed, the young doctors immediately became three points shorter.
This question is a bit too detailed. My brother who reviewed "Hand Surgery" urgently yesterday was quite calm at first, but now he is a little confused.
The director's gaze was like a searchlight. At this moment, Song Zimo stepped forward.
There is no question that Senior Brother Song cannot answer. This is the consensus of everyone.
"Pay attention to the alignment or slight valgus, and never varus."
"Well, very good. The operation time is only one hour. This speed is good. Director Tian is getting faster and faster now." Director Han looked through the operation records.
Director Tian next to him blushed: "I didn't do this, the new Dr. Yang did it."
Doctor Yang?
Can he replant a severed finger independently? Even if it was broken into three sections, it can be done in an hour?
Everyone focused their attention. Isn't this the intern led by Zhang Lin? There are still people who don't know that he is a new doctor and regard him as an intern. It is also because the department is too busy and there are too many people.
There was a small commotion among the crowd, with people questioning, envious, and talking about it.
"Yes, it was Dr. Yang who did it, my first assistant." Zhang Lin finally got back a win. He had lost face twice just now. This time it took an hour to replant the severed finger. I am the first assistant. What else can you say?
Whoever is awesome should give it a try.
"Yang Ping did it?" Director Han raised his head and looked Yang Ping up and down, as if he didn't believe it.
"Yes!" Zhang Lin confirmed again that as the person involved, he has the most say. The key is that the identity of this first assistant cannot be questioned.
"I felt confident at the time, so I did it myself." Yang Ping replied.
Director Tian added: "The quality of the vascular anastomosis is very high."
Director Han nodded and asked: "Please answer, why can't there be any inversion of the vascular anastomosis?"
Yang Ping thought for a while and replied calmly: "Inversion will cause local stenosis and unevenness of the lumen, blood will form vortexes, and platelets will aggregate locally, eventually leading to thrombosis."
Director Han hummed, quite satisfied with the answer.
"Skin sutures cannot be turned inward," someone said.
Director Han found the next target of the question and immediately picked out the student who had just spoken: "You answer the next question."
This brother wants to slap himself in the mouth, he is so embarrassed!
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After more than three hours, the director's ward rounds were over and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The buddies who were called by the director to answer questions were all sweating profusely, and in severe cases, there were signs of dehydration.
Someone was leaning weakly against the nurse's station: "Sister! Can you get a bottle of 5% glucose to drink?"
I was secretly happy that I wasn't named, it was a false alarm, I was lucky enough to escape, at least I didn't have to worry about it this week.
Damn it, during the ward round just now, the director raised his eyelids and looked over, and his little heart immediately felt like a diesel engine, pulsing and dangerous. Some people described the thrilling feeling at that time.
After everyone dispersed, Yang Ping went to check the ward again to see if the replantation of the severed finger he had done was good.
