Zhang Jun quickly got into the rhythm of his internship, cooking meals and going to work together with everyone. Because of his status as a "dean-relative", the doctors took special care of him, and he was able to observe every major operation in person.
The Second People's Hospital is very large, and some doctors don't know the people in other departments very well after working there for several years, so they have even fewer opportunities to meet. Therefore, Zhang Jun never met Huang Shiguang.
It wasn't until the third day that Director Ma called Zhang Jun to the office and solemnly said: "Xiao Zhang, a big shot is suffering from an emergency. Various departments need to conduct consultations. Do you want to go there?"
Director Ma was very satisfied with Zhang Jun's performance over the past two days. He found that this young man was neither arrogant nor impatient, he was serious about his work, and his occasional suggestions could hit the mark. Even he, an old doctor who had been working for decades, admired him.
So he wanted to bring Zhang Jun with him for this consultation, maybe it would be helpful.
Of course Zhang Jun would not refuse, so he followed Director Ma to a high-end ward. Most of the high-end wards in the hospital are reserved for cadres, and it costs hundreds or even thousands of yuan to stay there for one night, so ordinary people simply cannot afford it. After all,
There is no publicly funded medical care for the common people.
In the ward, a middle-aged man in his fifties was lying on the bed sweating profusely. He was surrounded by several officials-looking people, all of whom were anxious and angry. Some were yelling at the consulting doctors.
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"What do you do for food? It's obviously a stomachache, why don't you treat it?"
A director of the gastroenterology department said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Please don't be anxious. I think this stomachache is not simple. The cause must be found out. If you treat it randomly, you will cause trouble."
Another director of the neurology department said: "After questioning, the patient's pain was visceral, and it was not possible that the abdominal organs were twisted."
The urology doctor said: "The pain may also be caused by biliary stones, and a CT examination must be done."
While everyone was discussing, Zhang Jun and Director Ma walked in, and a doctor began to introduce his condition to him. Zhang Jun found that behind one of the fat doctors, a serious-looking Huang Shiguang stood.
He and Huang Shiguang had not seen each other for seven or eight years, but they could still recognize his appearance. Similarly, Huang Shiguang also saw him and quickly remembered that he was a high school classmate. He was surprised for a while, and then nodded slightly to him.
Zhang Jun smiled and turned to observe the patient. Seeing that the patient was in severe pain, he approached and asked, "What did you eat in the morning?" While asking, he felt his pulse.
As everyone knows, his approach is very taboo in the hospital, and the chief doctors don't say anything. How can he, an intern, do it without permission?
The fat doctor in front of Huang Shiguang glared and shouted: "What are you causing trouble like, an intern! Get aside!"
Zhang Jun's movements naturally caught the patient's pulse and ignored him at all. The doctor was relatively fat and was very angry. The fat on his face kept shaking. At this time, Huang Shiguang stood up behind him
, the fat doctor is the chief physician of his department of gastroenterology and his immediate boss.
Just for a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Huang Shiguang's mind. He thought about his previous refusal to help Zhang Jun enter the hospital for internship, and even thought that if he could help the director vent his anger now, he would definitely be appreciated by him.
Wherever there are people, there is a world, and hospitals are no exception. A doctor can finally become a qualified doctor after three years of theory, one year as a trainee, one year as an intern, several years of transfers, and countless examinations.
doctor.
Becoming a doctor is just the beginning. If they keep going through it year after year, those who are a little skillful and able to flatter people may be able to get promoted. But most doctors can only be a junior doctor in their whole life.
Physician, physician, attending physician, deputy chief physician, chief physician, every professional title is a barrier that blocks the steps of countless people.
Huang Shiguang had only been working for a year, but he had already seen too many intrigues, which had a great impact on him. After a brief thought, he stood up decisively, stared at Zhang Jun with a look of disdain, and said loudly: "You
A few days ago, you begged me to ask you to enter the hospital for internship through my connections, and I firmly refused. I didn’t expect you to come in anyway. I wonder whose path you took? You still graduated from Kyoto Medical College, huh! As your high school classmate,
I seem to remember that you are a student at Tunghai University, right?"
When the officials saw that Zhang Jun, an intern who had sneaked into the hospital, dared to treat the director, they immediately became angry. Someone pointed at his nose and shouted: "Get out of here!"
Zhang Jun sighed secretly. This Huang Shiguang was too powerful and devoid of any human touch. He was not angry, and stood up and said: "Your director's condition is critical. He can last for half an hour at most. If he doesn't respond in time within half an hour,
Even treatment and gods can’t save him!”
Huang Shiguang laughed "haha" and sarcastically said: "You dare to treat people just a few days after entering the hospital? I think you have a brain problem? All the directors can't figure it out, but you can tell? What are you talking about?
Even if you don’t cure it within half an hour, it won’t be possible for a god to save you. I think you are just talking nonsense and intimidating the patient!”
Zhang Jun's expression remained unchanged. The best way to deal with a clown like Huang Shiguang was to ignore him. He just nodded to Director Ma.
Director Ma knew that Zhang Jun's vision was always very accurate. He glanced at Huang Shiguang coldly, then turned around and asked politely: "Xiao Zhang, what do you think is the cause of Director Dong's illness?"
Zhang Jun had already felt the pulse and looked through the opponent's body, and could clearly see that the opponent's abdominal pain was due to arteriosclerosis leading to superior mesenteric artery embolism, which caused abdominal pain.
"If arterial embolism is not treated in time, the blood clot will cause ischemic necrosis of the internal organs, and no one can save it by then," he said.
Director Ma was taken aback and quickly said to the doctor beside him: "Quick! Send him to the CT room immediately!"
"Slow down!" The fat doctor from the Department of Gastroenterology stopped Director Ma and shouted, "Old Ma, it's okay for him to be a little intern talking nonsense, why are you making fun of him? You can know the cause of the disease by checking your pulse.
Then what do you need our hospital for? We might as well just go study Chinese medicine!"
Director Ma frowned and said: "Director Yang, Xiao Zhang has a good foundation in traditional Chinese medicine. It's not surprising that he can see it. Moreover, Director Dong's clinical symptoms are indeed like arterial embolism. We can easily judge it by doing auxiliary examinations."
Director Yang sneered: "Weird things happen every year, especially this year! Director Ma, this little intern is really right. I, Yang Qiuzhi, will write my name backwards from now on!"
"You all should stop arguing!" Several officials were very angry. "I don't care about anything else. You must cure our director's illness immediately!"
Director Ma hurriedly said: "Based on my observation, it is better to do a blood routine on the patient first to see if there is a possibility of acute enteritis. If it is not enteritis, it may also be acute abdominal pain caused by intestinal spasm."
Zhang Jun was very angry. This guy named Yang was too arrogant and arrogant. If something happened to the patient, he would be the first to shirk responsibility. He narrowed his eyes and said: "Director Yang, if it is your judgment
No, do you dare to be responsible to the patient?"
When asking questions, he took out a recording pen and pressed the recording button against Director Yang's mouth. The latter's face changed and he said angrily: "What are you doing? What are you going to do? I'm seeing a doctor according to procedures, what?
Responsible or not? Are you mentally ill?"
Zhang Jun shook his head and said contemptuously: "You don't dare to be responsible, I dare! I treated this patient!"
The other doctors also felt that what happened today was a bit unbelievable. An intern doctor dared to challenge the chief physician and took the initiative to take responsibility.
Director Yang sneered: "You take responsibility? Can you bear it? Who do you think you are, the dean?"
Zhang Jun didn't want to waste time, so he walked up to a doctor, reached out and grabbed the doctor's pulse gate, and touched it lightly with his fingers.
The other party was stunned for a moment, but did not break away from his wrist and asked with a smile: "Do you want to treat me too?"
For about half a minute, Zhang Jun said calmly: "You have had an appendectomy, and your liver is not very good. It should be alcoholic liver disease. You broke your third left rib when you were ten years old. In addition, your rhinitis is very serious. You need to treat it quickly."
One cure."
As soon as this conclusion came out, the doctor was stunned and stood motionless, as if he had seen a ghost.
Zhang Jun ignored him, walked over and grabbed the second person's pulse, held it for half a minute, and said, "You have stomach problems, right? There are moderate varicose veins in both legs, and there is pulpitis in the lower left first molar.
You need timely treatment. Also, don’t smoke anymore. Your bronchial condition is very bad. If you continue smoking, it will cause bronchial inflammation, which is difficult to cure.”
The second person was equally shocked. He asked in surprise: "Do you know everything?"
Zhang Jun ignored him and grabbed the veins of a sixty-year-old doctor. After probing, he frowned slightly and said, "You have a problem with your prostate. Is it difficult to urinate now?"
The old Chinese medicine doctor nodded repeatedly and said with excitement: "Great Chinese doctor! You have the skills of a great Chinese doctor!" His expression was like that of a believer who saw the arrival of the true god. His breathing became rapid and he seemed to be about to lose his breath.
After Zhang Jun showed these three people a look, he said coldly: "I think you three must have an idea of whether I can cure diseases and whether I can see a doctor, right?"
The three people whose pulses were checked by Zhang Jun were the director of the urology department, the head of the gastrointestinal department, and a senior traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the hospital. They were all the front-line aces of the hospital. The problems of the three people were accurately described by Zhang Jun just now.
, every detail, which shocked them very much.
You must know that even their relatives may not know about these problems, so Zhang Jun definitely did not investigate these situations in advance, and he did not have time to investigate. There is no doubt that the three people admire Zhang Jun's methods very much and believe that he is a medical expert.
people..
"Xiao Zhang, I believe you!" the director of the urology department was the first to say, with a very serious tone.
The director of the gastrointestinal department said: "I believe it too, let's get checked immediately."
Director Yang's face looked as ugly as possible. He realized that he might have met a real person today, and his previous behavior was too rude. However, out of concern for face, he still sneered and said: "I see you are all fooled by this kid.
He was deceived! He must have investigated it a long time ago, it’s nothing serious.”
Regardless of whether Director Yang was happy or not, Director Dong was pushed into the CT room. After the CT scan, the imaging experts finally reached Zhang Jun’s conclusion through collective discussion. Director Dong’s cause was indeed superior mesenteric artery embolism, and it was already very serious.
Delaying treatment will inevitably lead to ischemic necrosis of organs.
The moment the results came out, Huang Shiguang's face was even uglier than Director Yang's. He felt as if someone had slapped him on the face several times, which made him lose all face. At the same time, he was very unwilling and wanted to
It makes no sense, how could Zhang Jun, a layman with no medical major, have such superb medical skills?