Although doctors all wear masks, the seniority of a doctor can be easily judged from his body shape and hairline.
There is a joke that many young people suffer from hair loss because they stay up late. In order to solve the problem of hair loss, they choose to go to the hospital to consult a doctor. They find that the doctor is helpless because their hair loss is more serious.
When a patient is surrounded by many doctors with worried hairlines, his heart must be racing.
The first reaction is - I don't have a terminal illness, do I?
The doctor who came was a breast surgeon.
The majority of breast surgeons are female, and the majority of patients are female, but although the probability is very low, men can also get breast disease.
When Zhao Yuan performed a physical examination on the patient, he found abnormalities in his chest compressions. Then he studied the patient's physical signs and became suspicious, so he invited relevant experts.
The patient's face turned red when he heard Zhao Yuan's reasoning, "You are such an unreliable doctor. How could I, a grown man, get a disease that only women have?"
Zhao Yuan was not angry, and looked at the patient sympathetically, "Men also have mammary glands. Although they are degenerated organs like the tail bone, there is a risk of disease. In fact, you should have discovered the problem yourself. You often have breast glands on your chest.
Is there an unknown liquid spilled?"
The patient's face turned red. This matter was extremely private.
Not even his wife knew about this.
Originally he thought he was a neither-male nor female monster.
The patient hesitated and said, "There is something secreted. I thought it was milk."
Although it was blocked by a curtain, it was not soundproof. Some of the patient's family members heard it and couldn't help laughing at this moment.
Zhao Yuan opened the curtain and glared in the direction of the laughter. The people there were silent.
Immediately, he quickly pulled the curtain up again.
Logically speaking, in order to protect the privacy of the patient, it is best to discuss the condition in a private space, but now the situation is special and can only be dealt with in the ward.
The patient was embarrassed at first, but once the layer of paper was pierced, he became calm.
"I started to have this symptom last month too! Doctor, will I die?"
All the doctors kept serious looks.
There is a possibility of disease in the patient, and if timely intervention is not performed, there will be serious consequences. Everyone is very busy, and no one makes fun of the disease.
The director of the breast department said in a very low tone, "You are lucky. Fortunately, Dr. Zhao is experienced and found clues during the physical examination. Based on experience, the examination must be done quickly and must not be delayed."
His judgment was consistent with Zhao Yuan's.
The patient in front of me has a high probability of having breast cancer.
Although the probability of men getting breast cancer is very low, only one percent of that of women, the mortality rate is extremely high, 19% higher than that of women.
The main reason is that it is not taken seriously. Even if symptoms appear, they do not think about it in this direction. By the time they have to face it, it is already too late.
Generally, experienced doctors will advise women not to play with their boyfriend's pussies casually.
If a woman is stimulated a little, her secretion will be strong.
But when men are stimulated, they can only hold it in.
In order to seek stimulation, some young men let their girlfriends suck and touch them, and they have a reaction, but they have nowhere to vent. After inflammation occurs, it may lead to cancer.
This is no joke!
The chief physician glanced at Zhao Yuan. He knew who Zhao Yuan was. He did not perform any surgery in his own department, but he was able to screen out breast problems during ward rounds, which was really impressive.
"Let him come with me?"
Zhao Yuan had already read the record and said softly: "The appendix wound on his body has basically recovered, and he was going to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow! If the patient wants to receive treatment, the handover procedures can be done later."
The patient is still in a confused stage at this moment, and it is difficult for him to accept the results in front of him.
Could it be that I am dreaming?
Or is today April Fools' Day?
The family members next to him were very conscious and said quickly: "Doctor, we are willing to receive further treatment."
The chief physician nodded to her and sighed, "You are calmer than your husband. You must do your husband's inner work and let him accept the reality! Interventional treatment is not that bad now."
Zhao Yuan then called a nurse to handle the ward transfer procedures.
In the blink of an eye, the bed was empty.
The patients or family members who had questioned Zhao Yuan before looked at Zhao Yuan differently again.
"Can men get breast cancer? Today is really an eye-opener! Even a very experienced doctor wouldn't think in this direction, right?"
"Doctors from other hospitals would only check the wound healing status for you during ward rounds. How could they check so carefully?
"Never judge a doctor's ability based on his or her age? I just checked the news and the new resident is always a good person. Although he just graduated this year, he can do level 4 cardiac surgery."
When the patients faced Zhao Yuan again, they felt extremely complicated.
They no longer dare to complain that Zhao Yuan doesn't pay enough attention to them.
What I'm most afraid of is the sudden silence of the air!
I am even more afraid of Dr. Zhao’s sudden concern!
The ward nurse followed Zhao Yuan for ward rounds. At first she felt happy working with Zhao Yuan, but she regretted it after a moment.
Dr. Zhao works very seriously and at a very fast pace, leaving no room for breathing.
Zhao Yuan mainly thought about arranging the ward rounds properly and then perform a few more operations.
Surgery is like practicing Qigong. You must practice frequently. If you don't have surgery for a few days, it will often take several times as long to find the best condition.
Zhao Yuan finished his ward rounds and prepared to go to the operating room.
A middle-aged woman stopped Zhao Yuan. She was about fifty years old, with a dull complexion and simple clothes. She looked at Zhao Yuan and hesitated to speak.
Zhao Yuan stopped and asked with a smile, "Is something wrong?"
The middle-aged woman nervously took out an envelope from her pocket and stuffed it into Zhao Yuan's pocket, "Dr. Zhao, can you please help coordinate my husband's surgery and arrange it as soon as possible? He is too uncomfortable!"
Zhao Yuan suddenly realized what the other party was planning to do. He thought about it and said seriously, "I will coordinate with the doctor to perform your husband's surgery as soon as possible, but I cannot accept the things. This is a matter of principle. Don't let me make a mistake."
Zhao Yuan, the chief resident physician, sounds like an official, but in fact he still has little sense of existence.
So he could only use the word "coordination".
"This, it's not much, don't dislike it." The middle-aged woman was a little panicked.
Zhao Yuan smiled and stuffed the red envelope back into her hand.
"I understand."
The middle-aged woman stood there, watching Zhao Yuan leave, feeling confused. Her relatives all said that she wanted to give the doctor a red envelope, but she didn't expect that Zhao Yuan didn't want it at all. Would that be a problem?
As soon as she returned to the ward, the nurse came over and informed her, "Your husband will be able to perform surgery later. You are very lucky. Dr. Zhao, the chief resident, is the chief surgeon. He is one of the best doctors in our emergency surgery department."
The middle-aged woman walked to her husband and told him the good news, and then sighed, "The doctor in Tianhua is so good! We confiscated the things, but he did what we asked him to do for us."
