I'm really an intern

Chapter 349 A ill-fated patient (don't raise books, please)

Wednesday morning, generally presents a more laid-back atmosphere.

After going through the turmoil on Monday and the forced overtime work due to delayed surgery on Tuesday, Zhang Tianyang felt rested.

The job of changing the dressing had already been taken away by Sun Yu.

This girl, who has been coveting urology for a long time, is extremely active in every operation that she can participate in.

Zhang Tianyang has no reason to break her enthusiasm.

I really don't want to repeat these labors that have no technical content.

So he simply occupied a computer, and started to type the operation consent form according to the order of tomorrow's operation that Senior Brother Meng had already applied for.

It was still Room 21, and there were a total of 5 surgeries scheduled on Thursday, one more than Tuesday.

Two kidneys were removed, a little boy with hydrocele, and two bladder tumors.

Zhang Tianyang glanced slightly, and couldn't help grinning.

It seems that, except for the simple hydrocele surgery, the remaining four are all major surgeries.

Tomorrow will definitely be forced to work overtime again.

There are always operations in the operating room, and even the anesthesiologists have to work overtime.

Zhang Tianyang suddenly thought of the poor anesthesiologist who was working while hanging water, and couldn't help thinking seriously.

"Do you want to bring some chocolate in? Then you can help him look at the machine for a while and let him eat some."

Poor anesthetist.

With these things active in his mind, Zhang Tianyang took out his notebook.

He casually picked up the blue and black pen lying quietly on the desk in front of the computer he was occupying, and carefully wrote down the words "buy chocolate" on the page.

Then with another smooth movement, the blue and black pen was kicked into the left front chest pocket.

There was something wrong with the touch of his fingertips. Zhang Tianyang lowered his head and silently looked at the pen protruding from his breast pocket.

One two three four five

When did there have so many pens?

He remembered that he only brought two?

After hesitating for a while, he looked away and landed on the screen again.

It's okay, small things, let's do the work first.

If you really took someone else's pen, someone would come to ask for it, right?

At 10:30, Zhang Tianyang finished knocking out all the documents.

Among the five operations on Thursday, two patients were their own.

But he not only completed the operation consent forms of the two patients, but also completed the medical records of his previous patients, wrote Li Yueban's postoperative course of disease, and built a discharge template.

In the end, seeing that it was still early, he typed up the consent forms of the other three patients who had surgery tomorrow.

Don't ask, it's because of high efficiency.

"looking at what?"

When Brother Meng brought Sun Yu back to the office, what he saw was Zhang Tianyang frowning at the screen in a daze.

"Well, this patient is a little uncomfortable."

Zhang Tianyang sighed and pointed to the name on the screen.

"This 33-bed man is going to be operated on tomorrow. I just took a look at his medical records."

"Male, 56 years old, two years after bladder cancer surgery, re-examination cystoscopy showed that the bladder tumor came in.

I looked through his past medical records, you can take a look. "

Zhang Tianyang stepped aside and showed them the medical records displayed on the screen.

He didn't know if the patient had been treated at Dongfang Hospital from the beginning, but now, as far as he could see, the records of the visits started ten years ago.

Records are spread across various departments of the hospital.

Urology, Gastroenterology, Cardiology, Respiratory Medicine, Endocrinology, Orthopedics, Dermatology

Moreover, they are all hospital records.

"This patient has many diseases besides the bladder cancer that our urology department manages."

The dermatologist was hospitalized to see psoriasis.

The orthopedic hospital was looking at arthritis.

Endocrinology is hospitalized to see diabetes.

The respiratory department was hospitalized to see pneumonia.

Myocardial ischemia was diagnosed in the Department of Cardiology.

Gastric cancer was detected in the Department of Gastroenterology, and he was transferred to the Department of General Surgery for a subtotal gastrectomy.

In the end, I went around for a while, and because of the recurrence of bladder cancer, I went back to the urology department.

"It's a bit awesome, buddy."

Brother Meng was a little shocked.

He had an impression of this patient, and he glanced at the past medical records at that time, but he didn't look at it that carefully.

look now

"Sick all over"

"a bit pathetic"

Sun Yu was the doctor in charge of this patient, so he naturally knew the past medical history, so he seemed a little bored at this moment.

"Eh, there is no way."

Brother Meng is already an old fritter who has been in the clinic for a long time, so he is not so sentimental.

He recovered quickly and poked Sun Yu.

"By the way, junior sister, this patient will have a consultation this afternoon, so you can write an introduction to his condition later."

"Consultation this afternoon?"

Zhang Tianyang felt that he had never heard of such an arrangement.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you."

Brother Meng smiled a little embarrassedly, with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"That's right, because our director accepts a lot of patients, and some of them have complicated conditions, such as this patient.

So usually there will be a consultation on Wednesday afternoon, and then there will be experts from the imaging department discussing the condition together.

But two of the three patients discussed this time belonged to me, and one belonged to my younger sister. "

so forget to tell me

Zhang Tianyang felt a little bit of resentment, but seeing Brother Meng's dark eye circles, he finally just sighed silently.

That's it.

Seeing that you are about to die from overwork, let me be considerate and considerate of you.

Zhang Tianyang silently clicked on the patient list.

"Brother, let me help you write the consent forms for the five patients who will be operated on tomorrow. Would you like to take a look?"

"Ah? Brother Zhang, you are amazing!"

Brother Meng was both surprised and delighted, and he quickly clicked on the completed document to browse.

With the experience of Monday night as a base, he looked very fast this time.

Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Meng struggled for a while, and then printed out a word without moving a word.

Brother Zhang's level is indeed good.

He felt that changing even one word would make it awkward.

"Then I'll go to the patient now and have a pre-operative talk?"

Zhang Tianyang stood up.

Originally, the preoperative talk should be held in the afternoon, but now that he knows that there will be a consultation in the afternoon, he can solve it in the morning.

"Um"

Brother Meng thought for a moment, sighed and nodded.

Zhang Tianyang frowned, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Brother Meng raised the corners of his mouth, "Brother Zhang, go call someone!"

Zhang Tianyang tore a piece of A4 paper with the bed number written on it and went to find the patient.

Brother Meng stared at his receding back, his eyes gradually became resentful.

Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, have you forgotten that I still have two patients to be consulted in the afternoon.

Do I need to write a medical statement?When do you write it?

You can't forget about other people's work efficiency just because you are fast.

Silently stabbing himself, Brother Meng sighed again.

"Forget it, work overtime at noon."

He has resigned himself to his fate.

Isn't working overtime a basic operation?

But when his thoughts diverged, he couldn't help but start to fantasize.

When you are free another day, shouldn't you study time management courses?

"tick tick"

With a light click of the mouse, he quickly clicked on the medical record of one of the patients he consulted in the afternoon, and created a blank document on the desktop.

"Now, write as much as you can."

"Clap clap clap"

The keyboard was knocked, and Brother Meng typed for a while, and then suddenly reacted.

"Junior Brother Zhang seems to have been away for a long time?

According to his speed, shouldn't it? "

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(End of this chapter)