After returning from the rehabilitation department, as soon as I entered the elevator, I received a call from Su Yixuan.
"Brother Ping, where are you? I'm in the pediatric clinic, outside Clinic No. 17. My cousin's child has a problem with his arm. Can you come over and help?" Su Yixuan asked in an anxious tone.
This is an urgent matter!
Yang Ping immediately separated from Lao Han Song Zimo and rushed to the pediatric clinic. Lao Han Song Zimo was confused and didn't know what was going on.
I met Zhang Lin on the road, carrying snacks and fruits in his hand. He also went to the pediatric clinic. In the morning, his girlfriend fainted in the clinic. After the IV drip, she went to the clinic again. He was worried and had to go and have a look. p>
Zhang Lin was very haggard and kept applying Fengyoujing along the way. When the two of them arrived at the pediatric clinic, they were dumbfounded. The scene was so noisy and chaotic that it looked like a meat and vegetable market.
The long queue for registration starts from the front desk, winds out of the gate, goes to the parking lot outside, and then makes several big twists and turns in the parking lot.
The noise of the child was coming and going, the sound of the child crying, the sound of coaxing the child, and the sound of family members getting angry and quarreling with each other, all mixed together. Diapers, discarded antipyretic patches, and a baby bottle with half a baby were everywhere on the ground.
Bottle milk, rolling on the floor.
Some families, old and young, all go out to divide the work and cooperate. Some people line up to take a seat, and some people make a bed in the corner to take care of their children, and put an antipyretic patch on their foreheads.
A parent actually moved a camping tent and set it up in a corner of the pediatric clinic hall. The woman was sitting in the tent, holding her child and feeding her milk powder, while the man was negotiating with the security guard. The man was unkempt and holding a cup of freshly brewed milk.
The dish of Master Kang's braised beef noodles is plausibly: "I've been queuing for more than ten hours since midnight. Can you be a little humanitarian?"
The security guard here was arguing with this guy, and the team over there immediately became noisy. Some people squeezed to the front to take a look, and an expert in the clinic couldn't hold on anymore, so he was helped out, his face was pale and he was panting.
The sign "Suspension of medical treatment" was put up, which was okay, and the crowd immediately became angry.
"What's going on?"
"My kids haven't watched it yet."
"How can there be such an irresponsible doctor!"
"You can't leave!"
The expert who was left to replace him waved his hand: "Old Professor, I really can't hold on any longer. I will read the rest."
"What do you mean? I spent dozens of dollars to get an expert account just for him. Why should I just change someone?"
The crowd was indignant.
Some people sighed and said: "Let's find another doctor. They have already been dragged out, so how can we look at him?"
"Changing doctors? Which clinic is not crowded with people!" This is the truth.
Yang Ping rarely comes to the pediatric department, but he didn’t expect such a scene in the pediatric department. It was so shocking. His ears were buzzing, and his head was filled with stars.
"The corridors of the inpatient department and the elevators are all filled with extra beds, so you have to squeeze through when passing by," Zhang Lin said.
"Are you familiar with this pediatric clinic?" Yang Ping wanted to ask where Su Yixuan mentioned the location of Clinic No. 17.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Lin waved his hand: "Brother, it's not that I don't help. My phone calls have been busy these days. They are all using connections to get expert accounts. I really can't help."
"No -" Yang Ping wanted to explain.
Zhang Lin waved his hand and ran away: "Brother, I'm sorry."
Yang Ping shook his head. This guy didn't even let anyone finish his words, so he had to look for him in the mixed crowd.
Pediatricians are busy, their wages are low, and they are scolded and beaten at every turn. Even a large tertiary-level hospital like Sanbo still cannot retain people. The same goes for several other hospitals. They have lost too many doctors in recent years and it is difficult to recruit doctors and patients.
There are many hospitals but few doctors, so this is the situation during the peak flu season. Some hospitals had to close because they had no pediatricians.
Order from superior department: must be opened!
Must be turned on?
The cow can't produce milk. If you don't feed it, you stamp your feet and shout that it must be milked? Then it will produce milk.
Hospitals have no choice but to put internists on top. Once something goes wrong - internists treat pediatricians and practice medicine illegally! It makes the doctor confused. Is it illegal to support a brother department?
At the railing on the second floor, Dean Xia was talking to the director of pediatrics: "Divert the flow, don't get stuck here."
"Diversion? Now if you sneeze, you have to go to a tertiary hospital. You can't get away. You go to the Municipal Children's Hospital. It's even more crowded than this one. I pulled out all the newly graduated residents for consultation. If you keep doing this,
I can't hold on anymore. I have been sitting in the outpatient clinic for a month. Several comrades really can't bear it. One of them fainted yesterday, and two of them fainted today. I have used all the diapers and can't eat without them.
Even if I drink it, I can’t finish watching it. To tell you the truth, I’m wearing a diaper right now.”
Dean Xia's tall body was particularly eye-catching. He looked down, saw the scene, and said to himself: This will kill people. No limit on numbers, no limits on numbers, no limits on numbers, people will die.
"Limit the number, limit the fucking number." Suddenly, he said, his voice was a little loud.
The director of pediatrics was startled: "Are you kidding? The superior department has clearly stipulated that it must meet the needs and does not allow number restrictions."
"Tomorrow I will bring them to the outpatient clinic to accompany them during the consultation." Dean Xia was furious.
Dean Xia has quite a personality. He was once a national model worker, a national People's Congress representative, and one of the top 100 deans in the country. He received an award in the Great Hall of the People.
He dares to be domineering, but others dare not.
The director of pediatrics hummed in a low voice, and then added: "Dean, you said it, I'm just executing it."
Then he immediately called the front desk: "Limit the number, damn, limit the number! Yes, I said it, no, the dean said it."
The director of pediatrics has never been so domineering. After making the phone call, he felt comfortable all over and touched the hair on the top of his head with his right hand. Just like when he was young, his hair was very thick and he was full of energy.
Dean Xia glared at the director of pediatrics' bare head: "We will discuss the subsidy policy for special departments in pediatrics next week at the weekly meeting."
"Didn't we discuss it last week? Many directors disagreed." The director of pediatrics became angry when he thought of it.
"If I don't agree, I'll take my turn to come to the pediatrician to help, and I'll also try the feeling of wearing diapers."
Dean Xia can say it and do it.
"Let's go see those colleagues and which departments they live in."
Dean Xia's strides are so fast that the director of pediatrics can't keep up with him.
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Yang Ping made some inquiries and immediately rushed to Clinic No. 17. He finally saw Su Yixuan's graceful figure outside the clinic, next to the small slide.
Seeing Yang Ping coming, Su Yixuan immediately waved as if she had seen a savior.
"Sister, this is our Dr. Yang. He is very good. Let him help."
"How old are you? What's going on?" Yang Ping bent down.
The child just cried and ducked away timidly. His right arm was half-flexed and hanging down. His left hand protected his right arm and no one could move.
"When she was four years old, she slipped down the slide and fell. I pulled her up, and that was it."
The beautiful and noble cousin looked anxious and regretful.
"Don't worry, let me take a look." Yang Ping coaxed the little girl, gained a little trust, and gently rolled up the little girl's sleeves. There was no swelling, the forearm was pronated, and the elbow joint was half-flexed.
He knew it well.
The child was still crying, but Yang Ping coaxed him: "Uncle, just take a look, don't be afraid, just touch it and it will be fine!" Then he looked serious.
"Is it broken?" My cousin asked worriedly.
There was a popping sound, and the radial head was subluxed - it was reset.
"Move?" Yang Ping encouraged the little girl.
She didn't dare at first, but with encouragement, she slowly tried it, and she was really able to move, and the pain was gone, so she started moving boldly, which was completely normal. She immediately burst into laughter and joined in the fun of sliding on the slide.
"It's okay, okay." Yang Ping straightened his waist.
My cousin said happily: "Xiaoxuan, your colleague is so amazing. Just touch her like this and you'll be fine. It's really magical."
"That's right! I said he is very powerful." Su Yixuan raised her head proudly.
"Thank you." Su Yixuan smiled with charming dimples.
Yang Ping said easily: "It's a small matter!"
"You are busy, I have something else to do." It is not convenient for Yang Ping to stay for a long time.
