I'm really an intern

Chapter 3 Clinical not looking at the process, only looking at the results

In the corner of the doctor's office, the senior sister looked serious.

"Who gave it to you two?"

Brother Acne's eyes wandered, he didn't dare to look at his sister, "I gave you 35, and he gave you 17."

"What's going on with bed 35?"

As soon as Brother Acne gritted his teeth, he would stand up and be beaten if he made a mistake.

"That's right, I just pushed him downstairs when I saw his blood oxygen concentration drop. I put on the mask and tried to ventilate him, but I didn't know why, and the blood oxygen kept dropping. Then the next day Yang is coming..."

Brother Acne looked at Zhang Tianyang, and Zhang Tianyang followed the conversation.

"I gave him continuous assisted breathing, 1 times a minute, and the blood oxygen concentration recovered to more than 60% within 1 minute, but the child has not been breathing spontaneously, so we sent him back immediately."

"Family followed?"

Brother Acne looked anxious, "Yes, bed 35 refused to sleep. The nurse asked me to feed some milk. When I was breastfeeding at the door, my family saw me, so I followed."

"The emotions of the family members are relatively stable, and they seem to be quite talkative." Zhang Tianyang added silently, and soon received a thankful look from Brother Acne.

"That's it."

The senior sister thought for a while in silence, then suddenly stared at the acne brother, "Tell me about the general condition of bed 35."

Brother Acne was stunned for a moment, "I, I am not a 35-bed doctor..."

"Did you ever think about sending him for a test and experiencing apnea?"

"I... I didn't... This is the first time I have encountered this kind of..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." The senior sister stopped the senior brother, and suddenly turned to look at Zhang Tianyang, "What about you, do you know the condition of the 35th bed?"

Zhang Tianyang shook his head.

"What about the 17-bed one?"

"Bed 17 is a premature baby with intrauterine distress, born 12 days ago, gestational week 32+4..."

The senior sister raised her eyebrows, "Are you the doctor in charge of bed 17?"

"No." Zhang Tianyang said sincerely, "I took a look at the medical records before sending him out."

"You were the one who started the ventilator just now?"

"it's me."

"I remember that you are a classmate who just graduated from the clinic?"

"Today is my sixth day in the clinic."

The senior sister nodded, and put away her fierce expression, "Not bad."

Finally, the senior sister once again set her sights on the face of the acne brother, "The 35th bed is also a premature baby with intrauterine distress. He was born four days ago and has postural apnea. You send him out for an examination. Should know."

Although he didn't utter a single curse word, Brother Acne understood everything, and for a moment, he felt his face was terrified, and he wanted to dig a hole and bury his head in it.

"Okay, the clinic only looks at the results and not the process. Even if this matter is over, don't worry about the family members. I'll talk about it."

The senior sister stepped on her slippers and walked away with a fierce face, and the acne brother Yu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief after the catastrophe.

"It's terrible! This is really the first time I have encountered such a thing...Fortunately, I have you! You have just entered the clinic, and you are so powerful!"

"It's lucky that the patient is fine. I still have a lot to learn from my brothers and sisters."

Zhang Tianyang didn't have the heart to listen to the rainbow farts of Brother Acne, so he dealt with it with a haha.

Today is his sixth day in the clinic, but it is also his last day in the neonatology department.

The first round of hospital-wide rotations covered all departments of Dongfang Hospital. Zhang Tianyang and the others had to complete the rotations of so many different departments within a year, so the time spent in each department would be relatively short.

The neonatology department is a small department. They only stay for a week, and tomorrow is Sunday off, which means that today is his last day here.

"You need to finish writing all the medical records! Leave a good place for the next buddy to take over." Zhang Tianyang rubbed his temples and continued to work.

The conscientious and focused Zhang Tianyang certainly couldn't know. Outside the glass door, which is only three or four meters away from him in a straight line, the family members of the 35th bed thanked the senior sister for asking his surname, and made a decision in their hearts.

He would not know that the fierce senior sister also remembered his name and made a decision in her heart.

……

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Tianyang, who finally finished his work, finished handing over all the patients.

"Thanks for your hard work." Brother Acne brought milk tea, "Please accept my thanks to you!"

"You don't need to be so polite." Zhang Tianyang felt that he just did something within his power, just happened to meet him, happened to be capable, that's all.

The elder brother's kindness was hard to turn down, so Zhang Tianyang could only accept the milk tea.

But milk tea is something that girls like, but it's a bit boring for him.

Huh?Girls love it!

Zhang Tianyang's heart moved, and he cheerfully gave the milk tea to the office nurse before going out, "I'll give this cup of milk tea to the nurse who is the most tired from overtime work, you have worked hard."

Walking out of the neonatology department, Zhang Tianyang paused, feeling like he had forgotten something.

"I brought my schoolbag, key, wallet, and white coat, and the family members of the 35th bed didn't see it, and the patients were all handed over..."

What did you forget?

"Forget it, it shouldn't be anything important."

Zhang Tianyang chose to give up.

With a wave of his sleeves, he does not take away a cloud.

In the neonatology department, I stayed for a week, took care of three patients, wrote countless medical records, and saved a child.

After all, the life of a clinical intern is so colorful and exciting.

(End of this chapter)