Zhou Cheng himself didn't believe in fate, but sometimes he had to believe it.
Before getting the simulator, Zhou Cheng didn't find many reasons why he couldn't get into graduate school. He worked hard enough, was practical enough, and was steady enough.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to go online for three consecutive years. It’s just that my professional foundation may be a little poor.
But to say it's too bad, Zhou Cheng doesn't think so.
After graduating from bachelor's degree, how many people are really outstanding among those who have been admitted to the regular training program?
He is able to manage the bed without causing any problems, assist the superior physician in performing surgeries without causing any problems, be on duty alone, avoid complaints, etc., report to the superior physician in a timely manner, and can send away or admit patients to the hospital well who he can handle.
Zhou Cheng believed that he was no worse than other ordinary residents or even graduate students in terms of professionalism.
Of course, two freaks like Luo Yun and Yang Yifeng still need to be eliminated.
When comparing himself with Du Yanjun, Zhou Cheng does not feel that he is inferior to him professionally. In theory, Zhou Cheng does not feel that he is inferior to Du Yanjun in terms of orthopedics and medical basics.
But Du Yanjun could pass the exam, but he couldn't.
This is life.
If Zhou Cheng has not passed the exam this time, he has really decided not to take the exam again.
There is no need to push hard on it.
After four years, I entered the undergraduate program at the age of eighteen, which was quite satisfactory. I graduated at the age of twenty-three, which is also an ordinary age. After three years of training, I reached the age of twenty-seven.
If he takes the exam again next year, he will have to be twenty-eight and twenty-nine when he enters school. After graduating with a master's degree in three years, he will be in his early thirties, close to thirty-two.
There are not many four years in life that can be wasted.
Du Yanjun's expression changed after hearing this, his expression and heart gradually calmed down, and he said, "Brother Zhou Cheng, you can definitely do it."
I just thought in my heart that if Zhou Cheng really passed the exam, then Zhou Cheng would really be missing from the hospital in the future.
"I hope so."
Zhou Cheng changed the subject: "Have you finished everything? Do you have too much to do? I don't have anything else to do now. If you can't finish it, I can come and help."
Zhou Cheng did not forget his identity and asked him to stay off duty and leave the bed. It was Cai Dongfan and Yan Haihan who gave him face, but in the hearts of Du Yanjun and others, he and Du Yanjun were equal.
No matter how unconventional the bed is, it is a bit too much, because Dr. Pang Dingkun does not have such a spectrum.
Du Yanjun shook his head: "No, Brother Zhou Cheng, there are not too many patients and things to do in our group now, although the turnover of patients is very fast."
"But compared to the other two groups, things are obviously a lot less."
"It's Brother Quan. He said he would help me change my dressing and give me medical advice..." Du Yanjun stopped at this point and looked at Zhou Cheng, seeming to understand Zhou Cheng's heart when he did such a thing.
Fluctuated.
Zhou Cheng smiled and gave Du Yanjun a thumbs up: "That's right, we have a group of brothers and our paths are pretty neat."
Du Yanjun was a little embarrassed. He was the one who started this atmosphere. Now, no matter how reluctant he was, he couldn't say anything. He just hoped that Zhang Zhengquan would figure it out quickly and stop competing with him for the opportunity.
He said to Zhou Chengze: "Brother Zhou Cheng, you can study then. I'm going to lie down for a while. I won't disturb your rest..."
Noon, eleven o'clock.
Du Yanjun just rolled out of bed and said to Zhou Cheng: "Brother Zhou Cheng, the meal I ordered has arrived. I'll go get it. Should you eat it in the office or in the lounge?"
If Zhou Cheng is not studying in the lounge, it would be most appropriate to do so in the lounge.
But the aftertaste of food can affect concentration, so Du Yanjun asked.
"Let's go to the office to eat."
"This morning, it seems that the department is quite stable. There are not even a single emergency patient." Zhou Cheng smiled, feeling quite proud.
It seems that when he is on duty, he usually has pretty good luck.
"Well, nothing happened. I hope it will be a stable twenty-four hours." Du Yanjun frowned slightly.
It is unlucky to say such words while on duty, and I narcissistically recited in my heart - children's words are unbridled, children's words are unbridled.
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After Zhang Zhengquan successfully filled his stomach, he felt really energetic.
However, when the three of them had dinner and returned to the lounge, Zhang Zhengquan looked at Zhou Cheng who was preparing for the postgraduate examination, his eyes couldn't help but move, and he seemed a little confused and guilty.
He had also prepared for the postgraduate examination, but he failed to pass the examination the year he graduated as an undergraduate, so he never thought about it again.
Zhou Cheng is about to graduate from the regular training and will be able to find a job to make money soon. He has not forgotten this incident.
This makes Zhang Zhengquan quite ashamed...
Compared with Zhou Cheng, he seems not to be a medical practitioner, but can only be regarded as an enthusiast at best.
Of course, Zhang Zhengquan is not pretending to be proactive. He came here for training simply because he didn’t know what to do. To him, the job he could find after graduate school and the direct job search now are the same concept.
He is looking for a job simply because he wants to find something to do and has nothing to do with anything else.
He climbed into bed silently, and originally planned to watch the video for a while, but was too embarrassed to watch it, so he covered himself with a quilt and started snoring slightly.
About three o'clock in the afternoon.
When the nurse on duty came in and knocked on the door, Du Yanjun, who was sleeping, was already awake, but Zhang Zhengquan was still sound asleep. How could he have any intention of getting up to see the patient?
Du Yanjun squinted his eyes, wrinkled his forehead and glanced in the direction of Zhang Zhengquan, rolled his eyes, just stretched out his hand to signal the nurse to keep quiet, and quickly got out of bed, put on his shoes and went out.
About twenty minutes later, Du Yanjun came back and explained to Zhou Cheng: "The femoral neck is broken!"
Zhou Cheng can also perform manual reduction treatment on patients with fractures. The reason why he did not call Zhou Cheng is because the femoral neck fracture is a special and unstable fracture and requires surgical intervention.
Zhou Cheng nodded and continued to do the questions.
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Lunch time in the afternoon.
Du Yanjun finished seeing the third emergency patient, then came in and knocked on the door to ask Zhou Cheng to go to dinner.
Zhang Zhengquan suddenly woke up from the upper bunk of the duty room, shook his head, and said sleepily: "Ah? What time is it?"
Then he took his cell phone and looked at it, "It's already past five o'clock. Have there been no patients all afternoon?"
Zhou Cheng stood up at this time and asked angrily: "Quan Zi, if you want to sleep, why don't you go home and sleep? There were three emergency rooms in the afternoon, and the nurse on duty came three times, but you didn't wake up even once."
Zhang Zhengquan's behavior today was really weird. He could go home and sleep well, but he still stayed in the duty room.
Although the snoring is not loud, it will somewhat affect the performance of the questions.
Zhou Cheng also wanted to sit in the duty room, but he had to turn on the lights there to avoid the housekeeper and head nurse from scolding him for wasting the electricity in the department, so he stayed in the duty room.
Zhang Zhengquan's face was full of shame and guilt at this moment, and he said: "I'm sorry, Brother Yan Jun, I'm so sleepy right now."
After saying that, he also opened the quilt and got out of bed, then stepped on his shoes and went to the bathroom, rubbed his face, and went to eat his meal with great excitement...
Du Yanjun looked at Zhang Zhengquan helplessly, but he was secretly happy in his heart.
Zhang Zhengquan was snoozing, but under the guidance of Zhou Cheng, he successfully performed the first surgical reduction of anterior shoulder dislocation in his life, and he felt pretty good.
It proved that the supplements I took during this period were effective, and the manual reduction of anterior shoulder dislocation was actually not that mysterious, but I had never been exposed to it before!
Therefore, after completing the manual repositioning of the dislocation, Du Yanjun immediately ordered three portions of De Tianshun's rice bowl!
This is considered a small celebration in the department.
When Zhang Zhengquan walked into the office, he smelled the aroma, and immediately his salivary glands began to secrete wildly. He smiled and came up to help Zhou Cheng and Du Yanjun distribute the lunch boxes, opened the lid, and prepared the bowls and chopsticks.
He is so positive that he has secured his position as the younger brother.
After eating, Du Yanjun asked Zhang Zhengquan to go back and rest. There was no need to spend all his time in the department. He still had to spend the weekend anyway.
You can't be on duty alone, as the whole team will be burdened.
Zhang Zhengquan was satisfied, and said with a slightly tangled and apologetic expression: "Brother Yan Jun, I'm so sorry. I've only given you two meals and done nothing."
Du Yanjun didn't take Zhang Zhengquan's words seriously. Zhang Zhengquan just scratched his fingernails and it was enough for him to struggle for ten or eight years.
He is someone who knows Zhang Zhengquan's true identity, and the daily income from Yu'e Bao is probably enough for them to eat casually.
He just said: "We are all brothers in the group, don't worry about these details."
Then he looked at Zhou Cheng: "Brother Zhou Cheng, how about you go back and rest too?"
Zhou Cheng shook his head and said, "Forget it, I think it's good to be in the department."
No matter what, he is still a resident doctor, and this is what he does. Since Director Yan and Cai Dongfan trust him and let him take on the job of being on duty, he definitely cannot be treated like Luo Yun.
Luo Yunna is the superior, and it is only natural for him to go home at night.
Besides, I won’t get the money back.
Once you take the money, its nature has changed to some extent. No matter how bad it is, you still have to be worthy of the money given to you.
Now that he is so poor that he has to ask for money from his family, Zhou Cheng is quite looking forward to the salary that will be paid this month.
Then he said to Zhang Zhengquan: "Quanzi, you don't need to come over for your ward rounds tomorrow morning. Yan Jun and I can handle your patients for you. You don't have to make an extra trip."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhengquan looked over with great embarrassment: "Isn't this a bit bad? Brother Zhou Cheng, you have been working so hard on duty."
In fact, what I was thinking was, holy shit, this is obviously stopping me from coming to have breakfast tomorrow!
But I can't go too far.
"It's okay. There aren't many things to do anyway. Spend the weekend well. Next week, Teacher Luo Yun and Teacher Cai Dongfan will be in the outpatient clinic to treat patients, and the number of patients will not be small." Zhou Cheng said.
Zhang Zhengquan and Du Yanjun both opened their mouths slightly and said in surprise: "Is Teacher Luo going to start attending the outpatient clinic too?"
Currently, the only people in the department who are eligible to sit in the outpatient clinic are the three directors and deputy director Dong Qiansheng. Although Zheng Xuanlin and Luo Yun are the attending doctors, they have not yet been scheduled for outpatient service!
On the other day of the working day, the retired director of the Department of Orthopedics was in charge.
In the past, Yan Haihan's group had the largest number of patients because there were two people in their group working as outpatients to treat patients.
"Well, it's tomorrow! So have a good rest this weekend." Zhou Cheng nodded.
Another reason why he didn't want to go back was that he would still have to go to the clinic with Luo Yun tomorrow anyway, so it was better to do less than to do more.
This made Zhang Zhengquan even more reluctant to think about having a meal, and he nodded and walked outside the department.
However, when Du Yanjun heard this, his mind started to get excited.
After Zhang Zhengquan left and saw Zhou Cheng addicted to reading and doing questions, he sneaked into the office, then sent a message to Luo Yun and started asking questions.
"Teacher Luo, will you attend the outpatient clinic tomorrow? Do you need help?" Du Yanjun knows the benefits of attending the outpatient clinic.
Cai Dongfan has outpatient clinics twice a week, both in the afternoon.
As long as Du Yanjun is not on duty, as Cai Dongfan's only disciple, he must be there every time.
In the outpatient clinic, following Cai Dongfan, Du Yanjun learned a lot of secrets that he could not learn during ward rounds.
Luo Yun was at his mother's place talking to his mother at the moment. However, when Luo Yun's mother heard the sound of Luo Yun's cell phone ringing, she quickly said: "Xiaoyun, go back and rest quickly. I'm fine here."
Okay, you don’t have to come over and stay with me every two days.”
"This place is so far away from where you work, and you are running back and forth, struggling!" With a bald head and no hair, a wrinkled face, and a skinny face, a pair of eyes looked at Luo Yun full of distress and pride.
She is Luo Yun's mother Zheng Hui. She is currently in the palliative treatment stage of gastric cancer, that is, receiving chemotherapy to prolong her life.
Zheng Hui felt that she was really not worthy of the word Xianhui. After she was diagnosed with gastric cancer, Luo Yun not only quit studying for a Ph.D., but also couldn't get into a good hospital after returning to Shashi, so she had to
Staying in the Eighth Hospital.
Her heart was full of guilt.
In addition, in the past few years, Luo Yun would come here to stay for one or two nights every day or two, sometimes early, at three or four o'clock, to have dinner with him, and on weekends
All day long.
Sometimes it's late, and I'll come over after ten o'clock.
But every morning, she could see her son, get up at around five o'clock, and then cross the Xiangjiang River to go to work in the star district.
Zheng Hui saw it in her eyes and felt pain in her heart. She tried to persuade Luo Yun many times, but Luo Yun ignored her and just stayed with her.
Zheng Hui hopes that her son will accompany her. She knows that her remaining life is short. She will be satisfied if she can take one more look at Luo Yun, just one less. She also hopes that she can see Luo Yun marry and have children, so that she can give him a child.
He takes care of the child, cooks for him, creates a warm home for him, and then closes his eyes.
But, things went against everyone's wishes.
His illness has almost depleted the family's little savings. Luo Yun has a lot of blind dates. After hearing about her, they all avoid her. Now, Luo Yun is over thirty and has not yet met her.
Make a family!
The house was also sold by Luo Yun to extend his life, and now all that is left is a broken car.
Fortunately, it was her and his father's old house. Because she insisted on placing his father's shrine at home, Luo Yun kept it.
Zheng Hui feels guilty inside!
"It's okay, Mom, I'm not busy at work. Our director is also very nice to me. If anything happens, he will help."
"Today is the weekend, let's watch TV together." Luo Yun replied to Du Yanjun with one hand while adjusting the TV channel for his mother.
"I've asked Zhou Cheng to come and help tomorrow. You're on duty. Go back and rest early."
Zheng Hui looked helplessly at her son's smiling face and squeezed out two more tears from the corners of her eyes.
Luo Yun quickly put down his cell phone, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, it's okay. I'm still young. I can't be tired from such a small thing. My life now is more leisurely than when I was studying."
"You also know that when you called me at 11 or 12 o'clock, I would sometimes stay in the operating room." Luo Yun comforted his mother.
Covered the phone.
After a while, Luo Yun and Zheng Hui opened the old photo album again...
…
When Du Yanjun saw Luo Yun's reply, his expression suddenly flashed, and then he replied with some disappointment: "Oh, okay, Teacher Luo."
However, after returning to Luo Yun, Du Yanjun said again: "Then next time you need help, Teacher Luo, please tell me."
Still a little unwilling to give up.
But after replying, Du Yanjun felt that he was too greedy. He could have followed Cai Dongfan's clinic, but now he had to go to Hun Luoyun's clinic.
It seemed so, so Du Yanjun withdrew the information again, then sat upright in front of the computer and started typing today's medical records.
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The next day, early in the morning.
At 7:20, Luo Yun rushed to the department in advance.
Xiang Haibin had already arrived, and Luo Yun immediately said: "I have an outpatient clinic today at eight o'clock. We will do ward rounds early. Then Du Yanjun, Haibin, you two will deal with the follow-up medical orders and dressing changes for the patients in the department. You can go back after get off work."
"Let's start the rounds."
The outpatient clinic time is eight o'clock. In addition to going to the outpatient clinic, Luo Yun also has to walk around for ward rounds on weekends.
This is also his duty!
Although Cai Dongfan can be asked to lead ward rounds, Cai Dongfan is the chief physician after all. Leading ward rounds on weekends was something he did many years ago. If Cai Dongfan is asked to do rounds now, it would be a bit inappropriate.
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Do your job well.
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After checking the ward, Luo Yun asked Zhou Cheng to go to the outpatient clinic first. After telling Zhou Cheng the specific outpatient clinic, he sat in the department for a while. After all, as a senior physician, he still needs to supervise the medical orders in the department.
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Although this kind of thing can be done in the outpatient clinic, it is still better to keep an eye on it in person.
After Zhou Cheng entered the clinic based on the clinic number given by Luo Yun, he discovered unexpectedly.
There are three bottles of mineral water on the table in the consulting room.
Then a man in a white coat was there, arranging various examination sheets, including MRI examination sheets, X-ray examination sheets, CT examination sheets, neuroelectromyography examination sheets and PET-CT examination sheets...
The man lowered his head, his hair occasionally moved up and down, and he didn't know what he was doing.
Did I go to the wrong clinic? I checked out and looked at the clinic number.
That’s 312!
That's right.
When I walked in again, I found that the person who was sorting out the checklist had popped up, and it turned out to be a big black face without a mask——
Zhang Zhengquan.
Zhou Cheng blinked, thinking he had seen it wrong: "..."
Zhang Zhengquan quickly said with a silly smile: "Brother Zhou Cheng, you are here. I thought there was no one in Teacher Luo's clinic to help, so I thought I would come over and help."
He didn't say that he was actually here to make money, so it took a lot of effort to find the exact clinic number where Luo Yun was seeing a doctor.
Moreover, in order to get some food, Zhang Zhengquan came over in advance to sort things out, so that Luo Yun would not be able to chase him away. If he had done his work, he would definitely have food for lunch.
Zhou Chengcheng said: "After the ward rounds this morning, Teacher Luo Yun asked me to come to the outpatient clinic first. If I knew you were there, I probably wouldn't have called me."
Zhang Zhengquan said hurriedly: "I also forgot to tell Teacher Luo, Brother Zhou Cheng, there aren't many things in the department today, right? Brother Yan Jun and the others still have a lot of things to do, right?"
If Luo Yun was the only one, then Zhang Zhengquan would enjoy the meal without any psychological pressure. Luo Yun must not have thought of this.
Today is the 4th, wages will be paid after the 15th, and there are still ninety-nine yuan left. If you don’t think of a way, you may not be able to withstand it! Zhang Zhengquan is thinking in his mind. Of course, if there are too many things in the department, he will still go back to the department.
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"Not much! With Yan Jun and Haibin, that's enough."
Just as he was talking, Luo Yun came in from the outside and said: "Zhou Cheng, go to the computer opposite the door. You can ask a few patients to take a look first, and then..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Yun discovered something was wrong, eh.
Why is there a black face like Zhang Zhengquan in the outpatient clinic?
As soon as the words reached his lips, they stopped abruptly.
Zhang Zhengquan smiled at Luo Yun and explained: "Teacher Luo, I originally planned to come here to help, but I didn't expect Brother Zhou Cheng to come. There is someone here to help, so I'd better go back."
Zhang Zhengquan finally figured it out. When Luo Yun called Zhou Cheng here today, it was definitely more than just asking Zhou Cheng to help.
There must be something else going on.
Since Luo Yun has taken Zhou Cheng into alleys many times, it is probably not easy to talk about these things openly. So, coming here, will it disturb the arrangement between Luo Yun and Zhou Cheng?
From what he just said, Zhang Zhengquan could tell that Luo Yun wanted Zhou Cheng to see the outpatient clinic alone.
Damn...
Let Zhu Pei go to the outpatient clinic alone. This needs to be said out loud.
Luo Yun then glanced at Zhou Cheng with a complicated expression. Zhou Cheng's face was innocent, and he looked like he was definitely not the one who summoned me.
He said, "You are all here, let's watch together. Xiao Zhou, go and ask the patients outside to line up at the door in an orderly manner."
"Tell the patients that I only look at the serial numbers in the queue. Those who jump in line will not be shown! As long as there are people who cut in the queue, if they are discovered, they will be directly moved to the last one in line today."
okay.
After Zhou Cheng went out and repeated Luo Yun's words, a large number of patients crowded at the door immediately dispersed and queued up according to their serial numbers.
Of course, there were also a few whispers:
What's so great about him is that he's just a doctor in charge, with such big rules.
Make yourself look like a famous professor.
I haven't watched it yet.
It seemed that some people in the crowd felt that Luo Yun's performance was too ugly and simply stopped watching.
There are actually quite a few numbers on weekends.
Because most office workers only have time on weekends and have to ask for leave on weekdays, which is difficult to get approved.
Today's number was actually fully booked.
Zhou Cheng ignored it and just brought the first patient and his family members in.
A female patient about fifty years old came in. She frowned, walked slowly, and then walked to the yellow stool opposite the computer.
Luo Yun arranged for Zhang Zhengquan to be the person to write medical records and ask questions: "Hello, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
There is no other way, Zhang Zhengquan has already come, so it would be a bit inappropriate to drive him away directly.
Zhou Cheng had other arrangements and could only give Zhang Zhengquan some work to do.
The patient immediately replied: "Doctor Luo, my right arm hurts so much. Especially when I get up in the morning or comb my hair."
"As soon as I lift it up, I feel unbearable."
Zhang Zhengquan still had some confidence and asked again: "About how long has it been? Have you been injured? Is it this painful at the beginning or is it getting more and more painful?"
"It hurts more and more! I've never been injured! Oh, it's been hurting for more than half a year. I can't even touch it. Especially in the past few days, it hurts so much when I touch it." The patient said while using the
The left hand moved the right hand.
The pain immediately made her eyebrows almost pop out.
"Zhengquan, please do a physical examination." Luo Yun said after hearing this.
The outpatient clinic is different from the ward. You cannot chat with the patients for too long.
Today Luo Yun has a total of one hundred accounts, and his working hours are only from eight to twelve, and from two to five thirty, a total of seven and a half hours, a total of four hundred and fifty minutes.
On average, each patient only has four and a half minutes. To complete everything, time must be saved.
"Ah?" Zhang Zhengquan was startled after hearing this.
"Do a physical examination, what?" Luo Yun had already entered the state at this moment and ordered Zhang Zhengquan.
This is an outpatient clinic. You want to help, but don’t want to do anything? Then why are you here?
Zhang Zhengquan immediately stood up shivering.
Zhou Cheng walked to Zhang Zhengquan's seat and started writing medical records.
The medical record writing of outpatients is as important as the physical examination. The medical record writing is a very important voucher to prove that you have given opinions or suggestions to the patient, while the physical examination is to assist in the diagnosis.
Zhang Zhengquan’s foundation is still not too bad, and he immediately puts humanistic care into place——
He rubbed his hands and said, "Auntie, I want to do a physical examination on you. It may hurt a little, but I won't use too much force. Please be patient."
The person who came with her was her husband, and he said, "It's okay, doctor, you're welcome. You guys are professionals, and we're not afraid of you messing it up."
Even before Zhang Zhengquan's hand touched him, the patient immediately screamed and screamed!
Zhang Zhengquan was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand and did not dare to move again.
Looking at the patients and family members with an innocent face: "I, I haven't encountered this yet."
The patient's husband immediately said: "The doctor's hands haven't even arrived yet, and you're starting to feel pain again?"
The patient said aggrievedly: "It really hurts! It hurts so much!"
Luo Yun frowned and motioned for Zhang Zhengquan to continue.
Zhang Zhengquan trembled and continued to reach forward, not daring to use any more strength. He reached the patient's shoulder as if caressing it, moving it back and forth, left and right.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" The patient kept avoiding his hands, as if Zhang Zhengquan's hands were poisonous and hurt wherever they touched.
Luo Yun continued to frown, but Zhang Zhengquan's hands were shaking even more.
Should we continue the physical examination? He glanced at Luo Yun. Luo Yun was expressionless at the moment, his brows were furrowed and he did not speak.
Zhang Zhengquan is sweating from behind!
It’s really hard to get food today.
Zhang Zhengquan actually didn't know how to check. He just touched his elbow a little and prepared to check the patient's range of motion.
But it seemed that the pain immediately intensified when he touched it! The patient stood up immediately.
"No, you can't move!" The patient immediately reached out to stop him and pinched Zhang Zhengquan's hand tightly.
Zhang Zhengquan immediately retracted his hand.
He said innocently: "I didn't move, so don't pinch me so hard."
Zhou Cheng frowned when he saw this scene.
He glanced at Luo Yun and stood up on his own initiative.
Zhang Zhengquan's inspection just now was aimless and unsystematic.
It was not possible to do this. Without waiting for Luo Yun to explain, he took the initiative to go up and ask, "Do you feel pain here too?"
Pointing to the place Zhang Zhengquan touched just now, that is, his elbow.
"It hurts, it hurts so much. Hiss!" The patient immediately shrank away reflexively, then took a deep breath, and hit his husband's elbow heavily backwards with his elbow.
"Don't touch!" Then he tightly protected his elbow with the palm of his healthy side.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Cheng immediately discovered something was wrong.
I can't touch it. You can touch it with your hands properly. Our doctors' hands are poisonous, right?
He glanced at Luo Yun again.
Luo Yun then asked: "Are you in such pain? Have you ever had a similar situation before?"
The middle-aged woman shook her head and said, "No, not all the time. She is in good health. Since I can remember, I have never been hospitalized except when I gave birth to a baby, and I rarely get colds."
"Doctor, what's going on with me? Can you prescribe some medicine for me? Do I need an examination? Can I skip the examination?"
"Examinations are very expensive!" She seemed a little worried and hesitant.
Luo Yun nodded and then shook his head and said, "I can prescribe you some medicine to relieve pain!"
"The pain is very uncomfortable and needs to be treated symptomatically."
"But in addition to treating the symptoms, we still need to find out the cause of the disease, so we still need to prescribe several tests for you. Our doctors and your eyes are both ordinary eyes, and no one can see through them."
"Can't see clearly what's going on inside."
"But fortunately, today's technology is advanced enough. We can lend you a few pairs of see-through eyes to help you see directly inside."
"I think the reason why you and your husband came to our hospital together is not because our doctor will guess a disease for you, prescribe some medicine and let you go back. Right?"
"Your hand pain is a problem. To solve the pain, in addition to pain relief, you must find the root cause and solve it."
"As for doing inspections."
"It's like when we travel to the United States, everyone's first reaction now is that it's convenient and fast to fly!"
"If someone insists that you can only take a plane? Can't you walk or swim with a map and compass? Then I definitely say that you can get there. It's just not necessary. Do you think this is the truth?"
Luo Yun got into his own state very quickly, and what he said was very thoughtful, professional and relevant to daily life.
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhou Cheng and the two little ones intentionally or unintentionally. After seeing their particularly astonished expressions, he felt secretly happy——
If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you still think I'm a sick cat?
Hearing this, the middle-aged woman's husband smiled and said, "Doctor, you really know how to joke. Where can anyone walk or swim to the United States now?"
"I understand what you mean, check we do, we do."
Then he explained to his wife: "Do you want to walk to the United States?"
He understood that doing the examination was like flying. It was more convenient and accurate.
"Order an MR scan of the shoulder joint, X-ray the right shoulder joint in an oblique position, check blood routine, erythrocyte sedimentation rate and CRP, and check a neuroelectromyogram. Remember to check for uric acid!" Luo Yun heard this and immediately said to Zhou Chengdao.
Zhou Cheng nodded when he heard this and immediately replied: "Quanzi, I'll give you the doctor's orders and you can write the check list!"
I was secretly shocked in my heart, my dear, what Luo Yun just said really opened Zhou Cheng's horizons!
It turns out that treating diseases and saving lives is not just simple diagnosis and surgery.
It was so effortless to convince the patient to undergo the examination, and he was very willing to do so. This effort was truly remarkable.
This is called Kung Fu!
Luo Yun was the attending physician and had stopped talking to patients in the department. Therefore, this was the first time Zhou Cheng saw Luo Yun communicating with patients in person.
After Luo Yun finished his instructions, he asked casually: "Apart from the pain in your shoulders and elbow joints, have you ever had pain in other places?"
"Yes, occasionally. But it doesn't hurt as much as it does now. Sometimes the face hurts, and sometimes the back hurts." The patient seemed to have remembered something and replied.
After hearing this, Luo Yun suddenly stood up and covered the checklist Zhang Zhengquan was writing with his hand.
Zhang Zhengquan quickly raised his head, looking confused.
Zhou Cheng, on his side, quickly stopped prescribing the doctor's orders, the light in his eyes almost shining through.
"So, do you usually have more pain on the left side or on the right side? I think you should have more pain on the left side, right?" Luo Yun suddenly asked, feeling happy at the same time.
Good guy, I met a big fish!
Today's first patient turns out to be a rare disease.
It's coming.
Zhou Cheng, just wait.
After hearing this, the patient thought for a moment, then touched his left shoulder with his right hand that could not move at all before, and then said: "Doctor, you are absolutely right, I have severe pain here. Ouch!"
Immediately, the patient could no longer move his left hand!
And his right hand began to stroke the left shoulder protectively!
You know, her right elbow could not be touched before.
Zhou Cheng touched her, and she retracted her hand and almost hit her husband.
Seeing this, everyone in Zhang Zhengquan was dumbfounded, and even the patient's husband was stunned!
He had no idea what the situation was, and he was not a professional. He didn't know what Luo Yun meant by asking him before.
But now?
There was a hint of fear in his eyes.
Fearing the unknown and inexplicable fear, he looked at Luo Yun in panic.
Luo Yun pursed his lips and said calmly: "Let's do an MRI and neuroelectromyogram of the head first!"
"Family, take the patient out for a rest first, and then come in to get the examination form. She must be a little tired."
The patient's family members nodded immediately, and naturally realized that Luo Yun had put his wife away and must have something to say to him alone...
After the middle-aged man went out, he quickly opened the door and walked in. As he approached, he immediately lowered his voice and said, "Doctor, what's going on with my wife? Why is it happening all of a sudden?"
"She doesn't know how?" The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he was inexplicably horrified, and then pointed to his head.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Luo Yun was like a magician who could make his wife have pain transfer to her left and right hands!
Zhang Zhengquan also turned to look at Luo Yun, his eyes full of shock.
Luo Yun was silent for a moment, and the corners of his eyes kept wandering around Zhou Cheng, but he was still talking to the middle-aged man: "Has she been injured recently? Or has she undergone surgery or major stimulation?"
"As you just saw, her left and right hands can move freely. And the pain has been transferred."
"This means that her pain may not be organic, and it may not exist objectively in her arm."
"And it's exactly where you want it to be."
When Luo Yun was talking, he unexpectedly discovered.
What's going on with Zhou Cheng?
Not surprised?
Why isn't he surprised?
So calm?
You should be calm and calm, right?
"This? This, this, this?"
"She didn't? I must know that she was injured. As for the big stimulation?"
"It shouldn't be. Nothing happened to us recently." The middle-aged man recalled everything, but he couldn't find a single point that fit Luo Yun's story.
"So doctor, what should we do now? Do we still need to do an examination?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I suggest that we don't do a specialist examination for now. You should take her to the neurology department for a good examination. In this regard, our orthopedics department is really powerless." Luo Yun said to him apologetically.
"If the patient still has pain after they have ruled out the symptoms from the relevant departments, come back to us. The examination I will give you will not be performed yet." Luo Yun still cautiously left a way out for his department.
"Okay! That's all we can do for now." The middle-aged man said helplessly, knocked his head, and walked out.
After he left, Luo Yun did not rush to call the next patient, but looked at Zhou Cheng and Zhang Zhengquan.
"This patient is quite interesting. Can any of you tell me about it?"
It's like preaching.
He looked at Zhou Cheng with a smile on his face, as if he was saying, "Is this patient interesting?"
Are you calm now?
Zhang Zhengquan took a few steps back and grinned, his dark face wrinkled into chrysanthemums around his eyes.
He felt that he was bringing humiliation upon himself by coming to see Luo Yun today.
Hearing this, Zhou Cheng frowned slightly and said, "Teacher Luo?! Are patients with this kind of hysterical pain more common on weekdays?"
Although Zhou Cheng knew about this disease through the knowledge package, he didn't know if it was common.
Zhou Cheng's words made Luo Yun's eyes flash immediately!
He deliberately hid the patient's diagnosis of the disease, just to trick Zhou Cheng into thinking about neurological diseases, and then he could bring Zhou Cheng's thoughts back.
In this way, Zhou Cheng naturally understood that when seeing a doctor, it is not only necessary to see a specialist, but also?
However, Zhou Cheng, as an audience member, did not follow the routine at all. When others were talking about cross talk, he just shook off the baggage in advance.
What the hell does that mean?
Moreover, Zhou Cheng asked if such patients are common!
Luo Yun suddenly felt disappointed in his heart. It seemed that for the first time, the encounter that he thought he had a chance of winning ended in a draw.
After a tie with Zhou Cheng, Luo Yun felt that he had lost.
This thing?
Haven't had time to think too much.
Zhang Zhengquan opened his mouth, looked back at Zhou Cheng, and then at Luo Yun.
He asked: "Teacher Luo, what is hysterical pain? Does this patient just now have hysterical pain?"
Zhang Zhengquan kept in mind the principle of asking if you don’t understand.
Luo Yun then saw Zhou Chenggong start to explain...
Suddenly, my inner expectations were completely shattered. Zhou Cheng really knew that this special medical record had not been used for its special purpose, so I still didn't believe it.
Ouch, I can’t treat you in joint surgery anymore...
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