I'm really an intern

Chapter 41 Pick a Lucky Number

(If you have read chapters 40-43, you can skip directly)

"I don't know if you have heard that there is a very powerful buddy in your class who caused a lot of trouble for the professors."

"Of course, I know you are not him."

Even so, the attitude of the teaching secretary is still very obvious.

Unabashed disgust.

It is completely different from the kindness when communicating with the training doctors before.

"Let's put our ugly words first."

"If you are in doubt, notify the superior doctor immediately.

Don't make up your own mind, cause trouble, you can't afford it! "

The almost vicious warning made a group of students change their faces.

But the role of interns made them afraid to speak.

When in school, teachers and counselors have the right to grade and hold the lifeblood of students.

During the internship in the hospital, this right was transferred to the teaching secretary of each department.

Once it is remembered by them, they will not even want to stay in Dongfang Hospital in the future.

The five students dared not speak out, they could only bow their heads to show respect.

The teaching secretary looked around and was quite satisfied, but when his eyes fell on Zhang Tianyang, he found that he was looking directly at him.

"What, do you have an opinion?"

"No." Zhang Tianyang was calm and even smiled.

"I think what you said, teacher, is right. With a responsible attitude towards the patient, you should ask the superior doctor for instructions when you encounter something that you can't handle."

He said so, and he did so.

When he was in the Department of Nephrology, even though Professor Liu had already recognized him very much, he remained humble.

Consult upwards before making every decision.

It's just that it has never been rejected or revised because of its solid foundation.

The teaching secretary frowned.

Although what the student in front of me said was nice, why did I always feel like I was being bullied when I saw his calm expression?

Maybe it's a hidden thorn?Have to focus on it.

He looked at Zhang Tianyang's badge and wrote down his name.

Then continue to release the "big ridicule" at the rest of the students.

"Of course, I have also communicated with the professors, and there will be fewer patients for you, within two weeks, at most one or two."

"It will be easier this way, and you should be very happy, right?"

"Okay, let's group you now"

After the grouping was completed, the teaching secretary left in a hurry after saying "you can find your own professors".

I don't want to stay longer than 1 minute.

The five five-year students looked down at their feet, and did not complain in a low voice until he was far away.

"He came up to be a teaching secretary from the Department of Infectious Diseases, why is he like this!"

"What are you doing, overturning a boat full of people with one pole?"

"Before we came in, we thought we would make a mistake? What's the point!"

"I don't care what the patient does when I go to the clinic? Are you just dawdling?"

"a bit pissed off"

Tucao belongs to Tucao, and a few students in the five-year program only dared to compare in a low voice.

Zhang Tianyang is very calm.

He noticed that the teaching secretary was staring at his badge, but he didn't care.

When he was in the nephrology department, he had been questioned many times because of his status as an intern, including but not limited to the woman in red.

So what?

Clinical is where it is easy to see the true strength.

If you have strength, you will have the right to speak.

Face is earned by oneself, not given by others.

Not false!

Soon, Zhang Tianyang reported to the office.

"Professor Zhu, hello, I am the intern assigned to this group for the past two weeks."

Professor Zhu is a very delicate old lady.

Although he is about the same age as many patients lying on the hospital bed, he looks very energetic.

The hair seems to have been dyed, and it still has a black color, but it can be clearly seen that the top of the head is a little sparse.

There is always a smile on his face, so that there are deep smile lines on the corners of his mouth, like (√).

"Hey, we have a new classmate!"

Just one sentence brought back Zhang Tianyang's bad impression of infectious medicine.

"Your name is Xiao Zhang, Doctor Zhang, right? Come, let's meet other friends."

The Department of Infectious Medicine has just undergone a big change. The previous batch of interns and Gui Peisheng have just left the department, and Zhang Tianyang and the others have just come in.

Many things need to be handed over.

It's like Professor Zhu's group. Except for Professor Zhu, everyone below has changed.

The new attending doctor's surname is He. Looking at his somewhat vicissitudes of face, he knows that he must be experienced.

The new Dr. Gui Pei is surnamed Chen, she is a very cute senior sister with an afro.

Brother She, a greasy-looking graduate student, was there before, but he only came a week earlier than Zhang Tianyang.

A professor, an attending doctor, a regular trainer, and a graduate student are all older than Zhang Tianyang.

He said hello one by one, and then remembered the names of the brothers and sisters.

"Okay, let's assign patients!"

Professor Zhu smiled and glanced at his white coats.

"Dr. He is in charge of treating patients when I'm away, and the three of you are in charge of the bed.

In this way, Xiao Zhang, Dr. Zhang, you are a junior, so follow Dr. Chen or Dr. She to take care of it first.

Dr. Chen, Dr. She, each of you has four patients, choose by yourself? "

Professor Zhu showed the list of more than a dozen patients under the account to the three white coats.

“2床，8床26床，40床83床”

Chen Shishi motioned to Senior Brother She to choose first, Senior Brother She was sullen, and without expressing thanks, he directly started pointing out the bed number on the computer.

Zhang Tianyang watched Senior Brother She's choice from the side, and suddenly found that this buddy also believed in metaphysics.

Take a look at the bed numbers you choose: 8 beds, 18 beds, 26 beds, 82 beds.

Just pick out all those with sixes and eights.

Chen Shishi wasn't angry either, "Okay, let me pick the rest for the younger brother!"

On the contrary, Professor Zhu was surprised for a moment, and looked at Senior Brother She.

After a pause, he nodded quickly, "Okay, then you should quickly familiarize yourself with the patient's medical history, one of your patients is a bit difficult to deal with."

After assigning the bed number, Professor Zhu gave them 10 minutes to familiarize themselves with the medical history, and 10 minutes later the computer rounds began.

Zhang Tianyang, as the "forgotten one", or in other words, the one who was "intentionally left aside", has no patients in his hands.

He silently approached Senior Brother She, ready to read the medical history with him.

"Huh? You and me?"

Senior Brother She's face seemed a little unsightly, and he stood up straight away.

"I'm going to the toilet."

Zhang Tianyang felt a hint of targeting, and was a little inexplicable for a while.

"Brother, it's okay."

Chen Shishi turned her head to comfort Zhang Tianyang, "Young brother, play well, and I will give you a patient in two days!"

Why did Professor Zhu hesitate to speak?

Why did Senior Brother She show dissatisfaction?

Why do we have to make good use of it to divide patients?

The face of Jiao Mi flashed in Zhang Tianyang's mind for a moment.

Ah, it looks like I was wearing small shoes.

And it's not aimed at him, but I think that all the five-year systems are rubbish.

After asking Senior Brother He for the account password, Zhang Tianyang opened the patient list, thinking to see what the status of Senior Brother She's patients was.

You may not be very familiar with it for a while, but at least you have to know what the disease is, right?

Click on the 8-bed case at will.

At the top of the first course record, there is a line clearly written:

"Patient XXX, male, 55 years old, because of "discovering hepatitis B for more than 30 years, yellow body and eyes for 2 weeks, abdominal pain, fever, and lethargy for 2 days. "Admission."

Looking at the diagnosis at the top right of the screen, it was "acute-on-chronic liver failure"!

Cirrhosis, liver failure.

Drowsiness, hepatic encephalopathy.

The string in Zhang Tianyang's heart suddenly tightened.

Looking at the left side of the screen, there are densely packed medical records.

Admission records, course records, antibiotic use records, and paracentesis records are the daily routines of patients with liver diseases in infectious diseases.

At the top of the day, there are only a dozen.

But this patient was admitted to the hospital for less than two weeks, but there were 32 medical records!

In particular, there are "critical value processing records", "blood transfusion records", "organ intubation consent form", and two "severely ill and critically ill notifications".

Zhang Tianyang exploded instantly.

It doesn't matter that the patient is actually the brother's and not his, since he sees the problem, he has to deal with it!

After quickly scanning through the four to twenty or thirty pages of records, he picked up the stethoscope and ran to the ward.

Intuition told him that the patient must be seen immediately.

His intuition also told him that something might really happen this time.

　I posted four, I didn't break the chapter!You see, no one so and so said it!This is not a broken chapter, not (broken sound)!

　　Okay, to be honest, don't threaten me with abandoned books, I can't stand the stimulation.Originally, there was no salary during the internship, and I spent so much time coding every day that I didn't have time to engage in side jobs to make money.It’s all about generating electricity for love (whispering Bibi: I didn’t earn back the internet fee)

　　So, love me a little, will you?

　　Love me, I am your cutie~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)