"It's me... Did you cut it too slowly?" Wang Zhuangyong looked at Lu Wenbin seriously, with a nervous attitude.
Lu Wenbin was nervously rebounded and said even more nervously: "Of course not, of course not. In fact, I didn't mean to ask you to cut everything. I didn't expect to be held back by a patient just now... It's okay, I'll take care of the rest."
"No, Teacher Lu, I'll do it, I'll do it." Wang Zhuangyong was a little surprised, but he still rushed to work.
After a few months of practice in the hospital, Wang Zhuangyong has somewhat understood the principles of practice.
It is impossible for interns to do nothing in the hospital, but they can do it easily.
If students who really don't pursue it enter a hospital with strict management, the workload is about the same as attending classes in a university. Some students who are not planning to practice medicine, or those who are focused on research and examination, will refer to the salted fish index of various hospitals when choosing an internship hospital. For example, in some second-class non-specialized hospitals, the attending doctors can't see a few patients on weekdays, and the interns don't have to work if they want to. That's where the salted fish index is higher.
But interns who want to learn something have to work hard in the hospital.
The doctor's time is tight and the tasks are heavy. The more powerful the doctor is, the more precious the time is. Few people are willing to teach students like teachers lead students. On the contrary, the intern must hang around in front of a doctor for long enough and do enough things before the other party spares a pitiful little time to give a few pointers.
Before there is a new system reform, the interns are exchanging hard work and intelligent flattery for a little bit of knowledge that the teacher shows through his fingers.
Since Wang Zhuangyong understood this truth, he joined in hard work and flattery.
He wanted to stay in Yunhua. Maybe he couldn't get into Yunhua Hospital, but if he could learn something, at least it would be easier to go to another hospital.
According to Wang Zhuangyong's observation, there is no future for interns to help the attendings, and the attendings don't like to let interns help them. They have resident doctors and regular training doctors to use.
Not to mention the deputy director and director, interns may not be able to speak.
Therefore, what interns can exchange with emotional labor and intelligent flattery is what the residents have. Not every resident has time to be a teacher.
There are people who call people in vain.
Half regretted it... Wang Zhuangyong can only say that with his shallow experience, it is really rare.
Lu Wenbin still snatched the scissors from Wang Zhuangyong's hand, and began to cut the chicken's claws.
Wang Zhuangyong is not someone who gives up easily. As soon as he stomped his feet and exhaled, he went to the side to find another pair of scissors and continued to work.
Lu Wenbin was also very desperate.
He secretly decided in his heart that he would at least ask the intern for his name and class in the future, but who would guess that his superior doctor is now an intern
Lu Wenbin grabbed Wang Zhuangyong's wrist and said, "No more chicken feet and nails."
"What if you don't cut your nails?"
"Just use it directly." Lu Wenbin thought for a while, and said, "This part is for...the one who prefers the arc shape, and the rest is for those who don't care so much."
Cutting the nails of chicken feet into circular arcs was just a flattery trick that Lu Wenbin thought of. Dr. Ling seemed to like it quite a bit, so he continued. As for other doctors, don't take it so seriously.
"Let's cut it." Wang Zhuangyong only treated Lu Wenbin as polite.
It's good to be polite, his favorite is the polite resident doctor. The polite resident doctor will feel embarrassed when he sees the interns doing too many things, and then he will teach more things seriously.
Wang Zhuangyong rushed to pick up the chicken feet, and trimmed them more carefully.
Lu Wenbin had no choice but to rush to grab the chicken feet, cut them randomly, and distinguish them from the original chicken feet with rounded nails.
"Okay, it's over." Lu Wenbin wiped his sweat.
Wang Zhuangyong quickly handed over the dry towel.
The corner of Lu Wenbin's mouth twitched, why hadn't he met such a knowledgeable and interesting guy before.
He lifted a bucket of chicken feet without saying a word, and Wang Zhuangyong next to him obediently lifted the pig's trotters.
"Follow me." Lu Wenbin sighed and asked Wang Zhuangyong to help him move his things into the dormitory.
Looking back, Lu Wenbin asked, "What do you most want to learn when you come to the emergency department?"
Wang Zhuangyong was so happy that he almost laughed, and couldn't help being proud: I finally grasped the essence of the practice.
"I haven't had surgery yet, I want to have surgery." Wang Zhuangyong answered very positively.
The first department he rotated was the laboratory department, and the second department was the neurology department, both of which did not perform surgery.
For young medical students, surgery is definitely what they most want to get in touch with.
Lu Wenbin thought for a while and said, "Then start with debridement. I'll take you to the treatment room later. If there are patients with minor injuries, I'll let you try it first."
"Okay, okay." Wang Zhuangyong agreed very quickly, and he couldn't believe it: it's so easy to get started? I'm going to wait outside the emergency department.
Following Lu Wenbin back to the emergency department, Wang Zhuangyong was still in a daze.
Lu Wenbin went to the on-duty attending doctor and said a few words, asked for a separate cubicle, and then asked the nurse to help attract customers.
Lu Wenbin pulled Wang Zhuangyong to sit down, and said: "Our emergency department is for triage and treatment of patients. The emergency room deals with first-level endangered patients and second-level critically ill patients. The treatment room is where we are now. Patients It’s a simple patient with level three and level four. Do you know what level three and level four are?”
"Level 3 is general emergency? Level 4 is..."
"Level 4 is non-emergency, and the triage recommendation is to go to the outpatient clinic."
Wang Zhuangyong came to a sudden: "So if we encounter level 4 patients, we should advise them to go to the outpatient clinic."
"If someone else asked, I might say so." Lu Wenbin paused, looked into Wang Zhuangyong's eyes, and said, "If you ask, let's talk in private. As far as the current doctor-patient relationship is concerned, at most, they If you don’t listen, let them wait a little longer, it’s indeed in the queue, you still have to watch what you should show, don’t make trouble for yourself.”
Wang Zhuangyong was a little flustered by Lu Wenbin's look. After saying "I understand", he felt that Lu Wenbin was too kind to him.
As the saying goes, if you have nothing to do, you are either rape or steal.
Wang Zhuangyong touched his trouser pocket, it was cleaner than his face. From this, I can prove that I have nothing to steal, but the adulterer...
Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green.
He looked up and looked around again. The cubicle room where the two of them lived was similar to the "elegant seat" in an ordinary small restaurant, except that the table in the middle was a bit smaller, and there was more room to display...
Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green again.
"Zhuang Yong, it's okay if I call you that..." Lu Wenbin once again tried to draw closer.
Wang Zhuangyong's face was so green that he couldn't be more green, and he wanted to say that he was actually straight...
At this time, a patient was brought in.
I saw a bloody piece of his left forearm, and I don't know where it was injured.
Wang Zhuangyong suddenly didn't want to say what was in his heart when he saw such an exciting scene.
Maybe wait until the patient is sewn up
Thinking of this, Wang Zhuangyong smiled.
"I'll sew first, you watch." Lu Wenbin didn't plan to give Wang Zhuangyong the first patient, he had to see a few patients anyway, and had some ideas before he could try a stitch.
Thinking this way, Lu Wenbin spread the towels himself, disinfected, debrided the wounds, and then pulled the two pieces of separated muscle tissue together with a needle and thread.
Wang Zhuangyong watched and watched, and gradually couldn't laugh anymore.
"What we saw in school is not like this..." Wang Zhuangyong's pupils dilated...
Lu Wenbin smiled: "Generally, the teacher has been soaking in formalin for a long time, this one is fresh."
The patient frowned slightly, not knowing whether to refute.
Wang Zhuangyong's monkey head moved quickly.
Lu Wenbin was too familiar with this movement of his, and it was too late to say it, and Lu Wenbin slapped Wang Zhuangyong's shoulder, pushing him back three inches, and three inches to the left.
vomit…
Wang Zhuangyong threw up unscrupulously.
morning.
noon.
Yesterday at noon...
Lu Wenbin and the injured patient were stunned.
Wang Zhuangyong stopped for a while, then raised his head, saw the patient's exposed muscle tissue again, and couldn't help but let out another "vomit".
There is a poem that says:
Emptiness Falls into the Spring
Lei Ben enters the river without rest
as long as Bai Lianfei
A boundary breaks the green mountains
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