It has just entered July, and the weather in Xijing City is quite hot, but the duty room of the hospital is still quite cool, and Director Han's office is also quite cool.
Because of the situation in the emergency department this year, just a few days ago, Director Han purchased several air conditioners and eliminated the old fans in the duty room and his own office.
Of course, the fan has not been removed, but it is no longer useful.
I remember that when the weather was hot, I turned on the fan. If I turned it down a little, no one would feel it. If I turned it up a little, papers would fly around in the duty room. Now that the air conditioner is turned on, it's cooler and less cluttered than before.
, Director Han felt very comfortable.
In the office, Director Han had just made a pot of tea.
On a hot day, drinking tea would be really uncomfortable without air conditioning, but now, it’s really a pleasure, this is the life of a director.
After drinking two cups of tea happily, there was a knock on the door of the office.
"Enter!"
Director Han replied.
The office door was pushed open, and a pair of handsome men and beautiful women walked in.
These days, reporters are very particular about what they wear, especially when interviewing in a place like a hospital. There is no danger, and you don’t need to pay too much attention. The most important thing to pay attention to is your image.
"Director Han, I am An Yun, a reporter from the Chinese Business Daily, and this is my partner, Song Haoze."
Entering the office, An Rong introduced himself to Han Shengxue generously and gracefully: "This is my press card."
Hearing that it was a reporter from the Chinese Business News, Han Shengxue stood up quickly: "Welcome, welcome. Yesterday I heard that reporter An was coming. I'm looking forward to it."
"Director Han is too polite."
An Yun had a professional smile on her face: "I wonder if Dr. Fang is back today. How about we officially start the interview?"
"came back."
As he spoke, Han Shengxue led An Yun and two others out of the office.
"Xiao He!"
Han Shengxue waved to He Yaoping who was passing by.
"Director Han."
"Where's Xiao Fang?"
Han Shengxuewen: "Didn't I ask him to wait in the duty room?"
"Doctor Fang just went out and came to the emergency room."
He Yaoping said.
"Look at this guy, I promised him to wait in the duty room."
Han Shengxue said apologetically to An Yun and the other two: "How about you two wait in my office for a while, and the interview will be in my office?"
"Since Dr. Fang is busy, we happen to be doing the interview on the spot. Wouldn't this be more realistic?" An Yun said with a smile.
"Too."
Han Shengxue nodded, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart, "What the hell, it's real. You are doing a written interview, not a TV station video. What will happen then? You won't just say it casually?"
"Reporter An is still dedicated, then I will take Reporter An over."
...
There were a lot of people in the emergency department examination room. A deputy director of the orthopedics and traumatology department, Cheng Zaiming from the traditional Chinese medicine department, Zheng Jinfan from the emergency department, and several experts were present.
Before Fang Le entered the door, he heard a whimpering and choking sound inside, and it was also the cry of a man.
After entering the door, on the examination bed, a young man in his twenties was crying with his head buried in his head. Next to him stood two young men wearing blue coarse tunic suits. Their clothes were also patched. Although neither of them said a word, their eyes were filled with tears.
Red.
"what's the situation?"
Fang Le asked.
"Severe trauma infection."
Zhuang Zhengqing, deputy director of the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology, frowned slightly and said: "Now it has caused osteomyelitis and necrosis of the femoral head. Judging from the situation, there is no other way except amputation."
While talking, Zhuang Zhengqing glanced at Cheng Zaiming. He felt that Cheng Zaiming calling Fang Le over was unnecessary.
Yes, Cheng Zaiming specifically asked Cheng Yunxing to call Fang Le.
Hearing Zhuang Zhengqing say that there was no other solution except amputation, the young man on the examination bed couldn't help crying again.
"Doctor, please think of a way. My brother is only twenty-one years old and has not yet married. If his limb is amputated, what will he do for the rest of his life?"
The older young man's eyes were red and his voice was a little choked.
"You've taken too long."
Zhuang Zhengqing sighed.
"Let me take a look first."
The injured part of the patient was the foot, which was simply bandaged.
Fang Le washed his hands, put on his gloves, stepped forward, and gently opened them. When he saw the young man's affected area, Fang Le couldn't help but frown.
The young man's thumb muscles were almost ulcerated, filled with filthy pus, and the toe bones were almost exposed, gray-black, with severe edema from the instep to the knees.
Looking at the young man's affected area, Fang Le also somewhat understood why Zhuang Zhengqing said there was almost no other solution except amputation.
In this situation, the young man's wound infection is serious. If the limb is not amputated and the infection continues, the entire leg may be lost.
"How did it get like this?"
Fang Le asked while inspecting it carefully.
"In the beginning, it wasn't really serious, so I didn't pay much attention to it and continued to work."
It was the oldest young man who spoke: "Those of us who work outside and bump into things all the time have to deal with it ourselves. How can we bother to see a doctor?"
As he spoke, the young man's red eyes became a little moist.
Usually when they get injured, it's always like this. If it's not serious, they take care of it by themselves. Even if it's serious, they go to the clinic to buy some medicine and take care of it themselves. They never thought that this time it would be this serious.
"We still need to pay attention to it in the future. At the very least, disinfection, debridement, and prevention of infection should be taken into account."
Fang Le sighed. To put it bluntly, he was still poor and reluctant to see a doctor, which was why he was in this situation.
These days, situations like this among young people are not uncommon everywhere.
"Fang Le, is there any way?"
Cheng Zaiming also sympathized with the patient, so he specifically called Fang Le: "The patient is still young after all. If he can avoid amputation, we should try his best to find ways."
"Let me consider."
As Fang Le spoke, he sat down beside the examination bed and felt the young man's pulse.
On the side, Zhuang Zhengqing glanced at Fang Le, a little surprised.
This situation didn't scare Fang Le away?
As for the patient's condition, it would scare anyone to see it.
Fang Le is still doing a check-up at the moment. Is he pretending, or is he really checking or thinking of a solution?
Zhuang Zhengqing had heard of Fang Le's name. Although it was just his first time meeting him, Zhuang Zhengqing did not underestimate Fang Le. But even if he didn't underestimate Fang Le, today's situation was very difficult, quite difficult.
.
"so many people?"
Fang Le was diagnosing his pulse when Han Shengxue opened the door and came in, followed by two reporters, An Yun and Song Haoze.
"Let me introduce to you, these two are reporters from the Chinese Business News. This is Director Zhuang Zhengqingzhuang of the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology, and this is..."
Han Shengxue first introduced An Yun and Song Haoze to everyone, and then introduced Zhuang Zhengqing and others in the examination room to An Yun and Song Haoze.
However, while Director Han was introducing, he was interrupted by a voice: "Be quiet."
Han Shengxue: "..."
Cheng Zaiming almost stopped laughing and forced himself to hold back his laughter.
The head of the department was scolded by the junior doctor below, please be quiet, is that okay?
Director Han glanced at Fang Le, who was diagnosing the patient's pulse, but couldn't say a word. He was introducing people while the patient was being examined, which was indeed a bit inappropriate and affected Fang Le's examination.
"Is this Dr. Fang?"
An Yun looked at Fang Le, a little surprised. Isn't this the tall and handsome male doctor they met when they entered the duty room?
"Quiet, can't you hear me?"
Fang Le reminded again.
An Yun: "..."
The examination room was silent.
After Director Han and Reporter An were scolded, no one in the examination room dared to speak casually anymore.
Fang Le carefully felt his pulse and checked. After about ten minutes, he stood up, walked to the side, wrote the prescription, and handed it to Cheng Yunxing: "Go and prepare."
"Dr. Fang really has a solution?"
Zhuang Zhengqing was a little unbelievable.
Can this situation be cured?
"Let's try it first."
Fang Le said: "I can't say for sure now, it depends on the situation."
Cheng Yunxing took the prescription and walked out of the examination room, and Han Shengxue stepped forward: "What's the matter, ah..."
Walking closer, Director Han saw the patient's condition.
"vomit!"
Reporter An, who followed Han Shengxue up, also leaned over and took a look. With just one glance, Reporter An couldn't help but cover her mouth and quickly rushed out of the examination room.
"so serious."
Although Song Haoze didn't cover his mouth and run out like An Yun, his face was still pale. The young man's injured area looked really scary.
"Xiao Fang."
Han Shengxue called Fang Le and walked outside.
Fang Le followed behind and followed Han Shengxue out of the examination room.
"Are you sure?"
After leaving the examination room and arriving at a deserted place, Han Shengxue said: "The patient's condition is very difficult and the infection is serious. If the infection is allowed to continue, not to mention the whole leg cannot be saved, it may be life-threatening."
"You didn't let it go?"
Fang Le said: "Aren't we trying to find a way to deal with this? If such a young man can give it a try, he still has to give it a try. Giving up or amputation is just a simple sentence from me to the doctor.
It's a matter of life, but for the patient, it's a lifelong matter."
"I'm just reminding you."
Han Shengxue was a little speechless.
"I know, thank you, Director Han."
Fang Le understood what Han Shengxue meant.
After talking to Han Shengxue, Fang Le and the two returned to the examination room. Reporter An had also returned. His face was pale, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. They were not from crying, but from vomiting.
About half an hour later, Cheng Yunxing came back, followed by a nurse.
One decoction, Xian Fang Huo Ming Yin He Yang He Decoction, one part for cleaning wounds, decoction of astragalus and ginger in water, and one part of plaster, the antiseptic and muscle regenerating ointment.
Xianfang Huoshengyin Heyanghe Decoction is taken orally, plus Fang Le and other astragalus and ginger. The water is a little brighter and the temperature is suitable. Then use warm water to help the patient clean the wound, then apply saprophytic muscle removal ointment externally and wrap it with gauze.
"Arrange a bed in the observation room. Avoid greasy, fishy, fishy, or seafood items these days. Pay attention to waterproofing."
After bandaging, Fang Le explained to Cheng Yunxing and the patient's family at the same time.
"Remember it, thank you, thank you."
The patient's two brothers thanked him profusely.
After the explanation, Fang Le, Cheng Zaiming and others left the examination room together.
As he walked, Cheng Zaiming said: "Xianfang Huosheng Drink Heyanghe Decoction can clear away heat and detoxify, reduce swelling and dissipate stagnation, activate blood circulation and relieve pain, and remove putrefactive muscle and promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, promote muscle growth and tighten the mouth. You can really give it a try."
"Why didn't Director Cheng think of it just now?"
Zhuang Zhengqing asked with a smile.
Cheng Zaiming: "..."
What the heck, the one named Han is annoying, but I didn’t expect the one named Zhuang to be even more annoying.
"I really didn't expect it just now, but I didn't ask for amputation directly, right?" Director Cheng responded mercilessly.
Zhuang Zhengqing snorted and said thoughtfully: "It's too early to say this now. Let's wait until things get better."
But after thinking about it, I felt it was inappropriate and there was no need to offend people for nothing.
Zhuang Zhengqing didn't mind criticizing Cheng Zaiming, but the other party was happy... There was no need to offend someone for nothing.
People say that for thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river, don’t bully a young man into being poor. What’s more, Fang Le is not considered poor as a young man. He is already rich as a young man. It is great at a young age. Wouldn’t it be even more great in the future?
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As a doctor, you can really tell a person's future early. Public hospitals have a pretty good protection mechanism for doctors. The more talented doctors are, the more they are valued, especially in 1995.
All major hospitals are short of talents.
Doctors with high academic qualifications and high standards are the pillars of major hospitals, and every hospital is willing to cultivate them with care. If they are talented and the hospital is willing to cultivate them, their future can almost be predicted.