"Didn't my mother need to be hospitalized?"
There have to be beds available in the inpatient department. It doesn't mean that you can definitely get a bed through the emergency department.
Seeing that there were other patients in front of him who were blocked from seeking medical treatment, Zhang Wei's mother was so anxious that she squeezed in and shouted to the nurse, "My son is in a very urgent situation."
"Where is your son?" Hearing what the family members said, the nurse was worried.
"He stood there with a lot of blood coming out of his chin." Zhang Wei's mother pointed in the direction of her son.
The nurse followed her directions and saw Zhang Li walking freely, with helplessness written on his face: "He doesn't seem to be bleeding, he's fine."
As the nurse said, the emergency department only needs to deal with emergencies. Zhang Li's current situation doesn't seem like he's bleeding to death, so it's not suitable for him to come to the emergency room for medical treatment.
In a hurry, Zhang Wei's mother quoted Xie Wanying's words: "It was the doctor who suggested that we send him to the hospital for a head MRI."
"When he was injured, were there medical staff at the scene?" the nurse asked.
"Yes." Zhang Wei's mother nodded sharply. Although she was embarrassed and didn't want to admit that her daughter's deskmate was a doctor, but now she had to praise classmate Xie as a famous doctor. "Dr. Xie is a great doctor of the National Association."
It is the professional opinion of the doctors of Guoxie. Fang Ze's nurse didn't dare to neglect this patient, and handed Zhang Wei's mother a note: "Go to register first, and then go to the No. 2 surgical clinic to find Dr. Lu."
After getting the note, Zhang Wei's mother took her son to the surgery clinic.
Zhang Li sat on the patient's stool.
Dr. Lu wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was gentle, in his twenties, and at the attending level. Due to the large number of patients, Dr. Lu quickly opened the medical record book that the family had just bought to write the medical records, and asked, "What's the patient's condition?"
"His jaw was bleeding."
"Is it blood coming out of your own mouth? Or where did you hit it?"
"Bumped."
"Where did you hit? The corner of the table? Did you feel any discomfort before the collision? Did you feel dizzy?" Asked this, Dr. Lu finally looked up at the patient, "He is very young, will he have high blood pressure?"
"I don't." Zhang Li answered the doctor himself before his mother this time, "I don't have high blood pressure, and I don't feel dizzy."
The patient said he was fine, and 80% of the family members were overly nervous. Dr. Lu quickly wrote: "The wound is not bleeding. Take him to the outpatient clinic tomorrow for a change of medicine. Remember not to get water on the wound at home to avoid infection."
The doctor asked him to go home, but Zhang Li was in a hurry and refused: "No, I have to do a checkup."
"Why do you need an examination?" Dr. Lu frowned while laughing. "There is nothing to do. Excessive examinations are a waste of money and hurt the body."
"Someone caused me to be like this." Zhang Li said.
"Did someone beat you like this?" Dr. Lu observed his wound again.
Zhang Li definitely couldn't say that he was incapable of being beaten up by a woman, so he had to say, like his mother, that classmate Xie said: "She is a doctor from the National Association of China, and she suggested that I do a cranial MRI."
"Magnetism, resonance, vibration?"
Dr. Lu's sudden increase in volume made Zhang's mother and son's heart skip a beat, and their chests almost exploded.
Zhang Wei's mother could tell that Dr. Lu's tone and expression were different from the nurse's.
The difference between the professional knowledge of doctors and nurses depends on the clinical division of labor. Nurses only do simple triage, and the identification and diagnosis are made by doctors, not nurses.
Nurses may not be able to understand the meaning of MRI, but specialist doctor Dr. Lu can certainly understand it.