Ward rounds were going on in the department. Apart from the three interns Li Duanyang, Guo Hongxia and Lu Ming, the only people left in the office were the two doctors who were on night shift and had not yet gone home to sleep. One was Duan Baolai, who was in his forties, and the other was Li Yiping.
, is continuing to look through some medical records on the computer.
Since Li Duanyang came to the hospital for internship, he has basically been outside the normal norms of interns and has not participated in ward rounds.
Guo Hongxia did not go to the ward rounds because of the homework assigned to him by Professor Hao.
Lu Ming is preparing for his graduation thesis and avoids ward rounds if possible.
Li Duanyang and Guo Hongxia briefly communicated in low voices. It seemed that no one was paying attention, but in fact everyone was listening with their ears pricked up.
It is quite novel for a master's intern to ask an undergraduate intern for advice. In addition, Li Duanyang has already contributed a touching story of gratitude to the department in just a short time since he came to the department. He also participated in the treatment of an advanced liver cancer patient to become more and more difficult.
Damn it, it naturally attracted everyone’s attention.
"Come on, Xiao Li, show me how your tongue and pulse are measured. You can't just do optical theory, you have to practice it. Otherwise, you've learned a lot of theory and it won't work if it has nothing to do with practice."
Duan Baolai, who was in his forties, left the computer and walked to Li Duanyang's desk.
This is a rather rough-looking man from the northwest. He has short hair, a square face, round and big eyes, like two shining light bulbs, a short beard full of lips and chin, and a relatively thick body. If he were to wear sheepskin,
Yuan Na is a typical northwest sheepherder. Although he is wearing a white coat now, he still feels a little inconsistent with the classic image of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
It is somewhat similar to a Western medicine surgeon.
"Doctor Duan is right, please wait a moment."
Li Duanyang said with a slight smile, while getting up and going to the washbasin to wash his hands.
Although he has now gained access to Little Zhou Tianhou and has much greater control over the electrostatic field in his body, so he should not be able to electrocute someone while checking their pulse, but he has recently formed the habit of washing his hands before checking someone's pulse.
While washing his hands, Li Duanyang murmured in his heart. At this time, Dr. Duan Baolai's behavior seemed to be a little resistant or even disgusted with him. Could it be that Professor Hao had already communicated privately with Duan Baolai and asked Li Duanyang to participate in Duan Baolai's supervision?
Have liver cancer patients been diagnosed and treated?
If this is the case, the doctor's behavior at this time can be easily explained.
A middle-aged doctor in his forties, but allows a small undergraduate intern to participate in the diagnosis and treatment of the patients in his charge? Anyone who encounters this will be confused and unhappy.
However, Li Duanyang didn't care much about Duan Baolai's mood and performance at this time. He was involved in the diagnosis and treatment of other liver cancer patients. If he was asked to intervene, he would do it. If he was not allowed to intervene, just forget it.
It was originally proposed by Professor Hao, but he himself had never thought of it this way.
Being in this department is like a small world. If you can get along with others, just get along with him. It doesn't matter if you can't get along with him. After all, he is a technician. With his medical skills, there is no need to compromise to please others.
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What's more, he doesn't plan to stay in this hospital in the future, so it doesn't matter to the interpersonal relationships here.
Turning around, he glanced at the people in the office with the corner of his eye. Lu Ming, who was snickering secretly, and Li Yiping, who had already turned to look at him, looked excited and ready to see if his junior brother could do it.
Guo Hongxia, who performed tongue diagnosis and pulse diagnosis, and Duan Baolai, who was ready to weigh the weight of this little intern.
Well, Duan Baolai had already grabbed a pulse pillow and put it on his desk, and had already put his hand on the pulse pillow.
Li Duanyang sat down behind his desk, put his hand on Duan Baolai's wrist, and closed his eyes slightly. At this time, his expression was as dignified as an old famous doctor.
In fact, while he was diagnosing his pulse at this time, he was fully aware of the state and changes of yin and yang qi and blood in Duan Baolai's body in silence.
"Doctor Duan has high blood pressure?" After a while he opened his eyes and smiled.
Duan Baolai was slightly startled and then smiled and said: "Doctor Li's great work!"
He was taking antihypertensive medicine in the office once. Li Duanyang happened to walk in, so he should have seen it.
This little guy is a bit pretentious.
"Haha, it doesn't work, I'm going back to sleep!" Duan Baolai stood up and said with a smile, then turned off the computer, changed his clothes and left.
But the disdain in his eyes was clearly visible to everyone.
Li Duanyang didn't care about the different looks and expressions of the three people left in the office, and continued to read the psychology book he bought with an indifferent expression.
He naturally saw Duan Baolai taking antihypertensive drugs, but he could easily diagnose Duan Baolai's high blood pressure simply by relying on pulse diagnosis, not to mention that he could now sense the status and changes of yin and yang qi and blood in other people's bodies.
There are only a few types of hypertension in the diagnosis of traditional Chinese medicine: liver-yang excess type (pulse is stringy and rapid or cun pulse is only strong), phlegm-retention type (pulse is slippery or heavy and tight), kidney-yin deficiency type (pulse is weak and weak)
(detailed count), sometimes accompanied by headache and astringent pulse. Combined with observing words and colors, Li Duanyang can easily judge it.
"Xiao Li, don't worry about it. Doctor Duan has this kind of character. It will be fine if he figures it out later. He doesn't remember anyone."
Li Yiping comforted Li Duanyang and said.
"It's okay, Doctor Li, you've been tired all night, why don't you go back to sleep?" Li Duanyang raised his head and said with a smile.
"There are still a few medical records that need to be sorted out. I will go back later." Li Yiping said and went to face his computer again.
"Junior brother, what did you do to offend Doctor Duan?"
After a while, Guo Hongxia sent a WeChat message to Li Duanyang.
"No, maybe he thinks I'm too laid-back and don't look like an intern. This kind of older doctor can't see the behavior of young people." Li Duanyang replied with a face-covering profile picture.
"That's probably not the reason. Everyone sees how devoted you are to Uncle Gao. I feel like Doctor Duan has a bit of a prejudice against you. You should be more careful in front of him in the future." Guo Hongxia advised.
"Okay, thank you, senior sister."
Li Duanyang replied, then he thought about it and sent a WeChat message to Professor Hao: "Teacher, just now Dr. Duan Baolai asked me to diagnose his pulse. I feel that there may be nodules in his lungs, so it is not good to face him face to face.
explain."
Just now, when he sensed the status and changes of Qi and blood in Duan Baolai's whole body, he noticed that the changes in Qi and blood in Duan Baolai's lungs were abnormal. There should be lung nodules, but he could not tell whether they were malignant or benign.
Even if he diagnosed this kind of thing, he would naturally not tell Duan Bao face to face.
However, if he suppressed the matter and did not talk about it, he would not be able to get over his own concerns, so he could only tell Professor Hao.