I'm really an intern

Chapter 312 You Created Something Out of Nothing

In urology, there is no need to enter the operating room, and it can be called "fun".

A picture instantly appeared in Zhang Tianyang's mind.

Then unconsciously, the crotch cools down.

The healthy and strong girl Sun Yu next to him looked excited, and asked enthusiastically, "Brother, what's so fun?"

There is no sub for girls at all.

Brother Meng touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You will know in the afternoon! Well, just come at three o'clock in the afternoon on our non-operative day."

After making an appointment to see something "fun" in the afternoon, Senior Brother Meng quickly slipped there with oil on his feet.

Zhang Tianyang and Sun Yu chatted for a while, added a WeChat to facilitate contact, and each took up a computer and started working.

Zhang Tianyang looked through the patient's bed number in his little book, and the key words that Brother Meng had jotted down when he was dictating just now, and compared them one by one.

There are six patients, three of whom have undergone surgery last week and are going to be discharged today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.

After looking through the directory, I found that the admission records and first course of disease of the three patients were just templates and had not been modified, and there was not even a single course of disease record.

There are surgery records, but there are no postoperative rounds.

The patient who was discharged today has a discharge record, but the two who will be discharged tomorrow and the day after tomorrow don't even have a discharge record.

One of the remaining three patients is going to be operated on tomorrow, and the other two are newly admitted on the weekend. They are going to complete the inspection and then put it on Thursday for surgery.

The medical records of all patients are approximately equal to a blank.

Zhang Tianyang resisted the urge to put his hand on his forehead.

If such a medical record was placed in the internal medicine department, it would be such a rhythm that the superior doctor scolded her every minute so that her mother would not even recognize it.

However, he cut to the interface of all patient lists in the department, looked at the patients under the names of other doctors, and found that they all looked like this.

"Ugh"

Suddenly there is bgm in my mind.

"You create something out of nothing, you keep secret, you are speechless"

First build the template to be built, and then import the data according to the time when the results of various tests in the system are checked out, leaving out the parts related to the patient's physical examination.

Then, Zhang Tianyang pinched the little book with the bed number written down, and prepared to ask the patient history again one by one.

Although Senior Brother Meng's memories sound very reliable, it's better to take a look at the patients he has handled himself.

This is a habit of mature doctors.

Even as a director, with a lot of work to do every day, each patient must see him at least once a week, and he cannot fully trust the data reported by the young doctors under him.

Subconsciously scanning the surroundings, Zhang Tianyang found that the white coats occupying the computer and typing frantically all seemed familiar.

After a little recollection, I found out that he had met once this morning. There are a total of 12 new interns, and now nine of them are scattered in front of each computer.

When passing behind them, Zhang Tianyang paid attention to the content on their screens.

They are all making up medical records.

While making up, he would whisper to the familiar intern next to him.

"Is the surgery so lax about medical records? How much of this shit has been quality-controlled?"

"Oh my god, with so many overtime medical records, if you put them in the internal medicine department, you will be scolded to death by the superior doctor, right?"

"Ham, isn't this surgery? Physicians are in the office every day, and surgeons are on the operating table every day. It's normal if they don't have time."

"Having said that, is it a bit too much to directly arrest us to make up the medical records? We have never seen these patients before, and the course of the disease is all made up?"

"Then you go to ask the medical history again?"

There was a momentary silence in the heated discussion, and the intern who just made complaints about the course of the disease just made up a smile and didn't answer.

But apparently, his ass attached to the chair says it all.

A familiar intern next to him directly dismantled the stage.

"You still complain about others, aren't you lazy too?"

Such dismantling was met with fierce resistance and justification.

"That's different! I, I want to ask again, but several patients have already been discharged from the hospital. Where can I ask?"

"Oh? How many have been discharged from the hospital? Not to mention those who were discharged, but those who are still here, do you want to ask again?"

Then there was the awkward silence again.

It wasn't until Zhang Tianyang was several meters away from the office that a weaker voice came from inside.

"Forget it, it's not my patient, I'm just helping my brother make up for it"

Obviously, in the end, he still didn't intend to come out for a run.

Zhang Tianyang could not help but shake his head slightly after hearing it amused.

These interns will have to go to the clinic for two or three months.

Their original passion has long been obliterated by the real and cruel clinical practice, and they have begun to have old-fashioned thoughts.

Except for a few people who are both excellent in character and learning, most of the others almost hold the idea of ​​"not seeking merit but seeking no fault" and continue to rotate.

Clinical work is indeed tiring, and it is necessary to find opportunities to rest as much as possible. This is one aspect.

On the other hand, it is because they are "the majority".

I don't have too much self-motivation, but I don't know how to do extraordinary things. I will do internships, postgraduate entrance examinations, and work step by step, and then I will go to a small hospital for a while, or a big hospital for an appointment.

There are no big winds and waves, and there is a corner of peace. He treats diseases and saves lives in a stable manner. As long as he does not face patients with extreme personalities, he will actually live a very stable and ordinary life.

No one is qualified to comment on anything.

Because most people in their own fields are actually such a general "majority".

He didn't see Senior Brother Meng and Junior Brother Xiaoyuan from his medical team, not even Sun Yu.

Shouldn't they have gone to order lunch behind their backs?

With a little slander in his heart, Zhang Tianyang looked around, compared the bed numbers on the door of each ward, and began to look for the six patients assigned to him.

"Ok?"

On the way to the target ward, Zhang Tianyang paused.

Then he took two steps back and looked to the left.

In this ward, Sun Yu, a healthy and strong girl, was holding a small book in front of the bed, asking about the medical history.

Zhang Tianyang was a little surprised.

This girl even came to ask about her medical history in person?

But it was only surprised for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

Although he has never felt the aura of "xueba" in Sun Yu.

But if you study well, you learn well, and if you are serious, you are serious.

Even if the grades are not good, people who can have the quality of "seriousness" will not be too bad in the end.

"Okay, I'm done asking, thank you."

Sun Yu just finished the consultation with a patient, suddenly felt something, and turned his head to look at the door of the ward.

But he only saw a small piece of the corner of the white coat, and it disappeared from sight in just an instant.

"Doctor, do you have anything else to ask?"

"Ah, no more~ By the way, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow~"

(End of this chapter)