It took twelve minutes to finally return from the operating room on the third floor to the emergency ward on the second floor.
After moving the patient to the hospital bed, Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief.
The sky was already getting dark. An appendectomy, which he did not have to be done by himself, took two or three hours. Zheng Ren felt indescribably depressed.
Chang Yue is completing the writing work such as the first course of illness record, hospitalization ward round record, postoperative record and so on.
"Be careful with the patient's family." This was Zheng Ren's kind warning to Chang Yue.
But Zheng Ren didn't know whether Chang Yue would appreciate it.
After Su Yun stepped down, he went to the CT room to prepare the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction as soon as possible.
Before getting off work, Director Pan began to take Zheng Ren, Chang Yue, Yang Lei and others to check the ward.
In other wards, patients’ family members greeted him with smiles and couldn’t stop praising the high level of surgery and the patient’s quick recovery. But when they arrived at the ward for acute appendicitis patients who had finished surgery early in the morning, what greeted everyone was the rare sight of the young man lying next to the middle-aged female patient who had not recovered from the postoperative anesthesia, occupying most of the hospital bed.
Old Director Pan said with a straight face, "You, get up."
After all, he was a man who had come down from the battlefield to survive. Old Director Pan's face was stern, and a murderous aura made Zheng Ren's heart tremble.
The son of a middle-aged female patient was sleeping soundly. When he was woken up, he was about to vent his anger when he saw the face of old Director Pan.
He was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything and hid next to the middle-aged female patient like a quail.
"Doctor, the child is just tired. He didn't sleep much last night." The middle-aged female patient endured the pain and moved her body as much as possible, trying to protect the young man with her body.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, there was a stinging pain from the edge of the knife.
Old Director Pan was inconvenienced, snorted coldly, and began to inquire about the changes in the middle-aged female patient's condition.
Chang Yue stood behind, holding a pen and paper in his hand, writing down all the key points of the questions and answers between Director Pan and the patient.
"Don't do strenuous exercise within a day. You can take liquid food after passing the exhaustion." Director Pan left the last words and left the ward with his hands behind his back.
Old Director Pan was obviously very angry and his face looked a little ugly.
But just like Zheng Ren, they are the patient's family members, not his own children, nor his own doctors, so he can only hold back his anger.
The condition of the patients in the ward was stable. Director Pan still trusted Zheng Ren and Chang Yue's ability to work. After sitting for a while, he returned to the office of the emergency department.
An hour later, Su Yun rushed back from the CT room, holding the 64-row three-dimensional reconstruction film that had just been released.
Set up your position on the reader and take a photo of the film with your mobile phone.
After watching it several times, there were no problems with the details. Zheng Ren sent the image data to Chang Yue via WeChat and asked her to communicate with Manager Feng of Changfeng MicroPort.
Chang Yue was not here, probably chatting with the patient on a daily basis.
Zheng Ren went to call Chang Yue back and began to deal with Sister Yun's surgery.
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It was another quiet night. As the weather got colder, there were fewer roadside stalls and fewer people drinking and fighting. Even in fights, as more and more clothes are worn on the body, the injuries sustained become lighter and lighter.
There was no emergency surgery, Zheng Ren slept well, which he cherished.
In the early morning, Zheng Ren was woken up by the sound of beatings, scolding and commotion coming from the ward.
Zheng Renhou felt a chill go down his spine and rushed out with a quick stride.
Following the sound, Zheng Ren found the commotion ward.
Just as he was about to enter the house, the young man rushed out of the house with an angry face, and the two almost bumped into each other.
Zheng Ren frowned, what is this kid doing
Stepping aside and ignoring the angry young man, Zheng Ren quickly walked into the ward.
The middle-aged female patient after the operation covered her head with a quilt. The quilt kept shaking, and she seemed to be crying.
The patients and family members of the patients in the same ward looked helpless.
Zheng Ren asked: "What's wrong?"
Two postoperative patients in the same ward sneaked home at night because they were recovering well, not knowing what happened last night.
So they were also immersed in shock and didn't know what to say.
Only one patient's family member said angrily: "Her son asked her to cook. I said she couldn't get up and asked him to go out and buy some. Then her son got angry and hit her in the mouth."
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What a beast.
Zheng Ren sighed, a feeling of powerlessness filling his body. I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but all I could think about was the words that poor people must be hateful.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Zheng Ren decided to leave this problem to Chang Yue to solve. Maybe his indescribably tough resident doctor had a solution
Zheng Ren returned to the office and explained the affairs of the ward to Chang Yue, who had just arrived at the hospital, and then took over the task of explaining the situation to Manager Feng.
Manager Feng was very cooperative and said that he had already sent the film to Professor Modu and that he would be able to draw a conclusion after the professor finished his outpatient service in the morning.
As soon as possible, Zheng Ren was curious and wanted to set up a stage for the professor in Shanghai to see the gap between master-level interventional surgery and the highest level in the country.
It is estimated that the difference is an order of magnitude, the gap between the Grandmaster level and the Master level, Zheng Xinxing is very confident, and Ren is very concerned about the Piansi.
Even so, I'm still curious.
After handling the matter, Chang Yue returned to the office with a strange expression after a while.
This was the first time Zheng Ren saw such an expression on Chang Yue's face, so he asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
"It's true that a loving mother gives birth to a failed son."
Zheng Ren probably understood what was going on.
"When I called his son, his son refused to answer all calls. In the end, he was simply blacklisted."
Even with Chang Yue's ability as a negotiator, there is nothing he can do about such a situation.
Maybe Chang Yue could comfort the middle-aged female patient, but it was obvious that she didn't want to take the trouble.
A young man in his twenties is such a beast, what else can he say
Zheng Ren couldn't help but sigh again, sat down and started reading.
After Chang Yue was briefly depressed, she regained her high morale and began to wander from ward to ward, mingling with patients and their families.
During lunch break, the ward became quieter.
Because the patients all lived near the No. 1 Hospital, they all secretly went home after taking the medicine in the morning.
Although the medical insurance has repeatedly stated that patients are not allowed to leave the hospital, no one gives doctors the right to force patients to stay in the hospital.
If you really do that, you should be staying illegally. If you meet the troubled family members, there will probably be big problems.
In a hospital, three people live in a ward. Better conditions require a room for two people, preferably a single room. However, the number of single rooms is limited. When I think about three patients living in a small room of more than ten square meters, and the same number or more of the patients' family members, the air quality is so bad that the doctor just turns a blind eye and just signs the name and appears. You are responsible for all the consequences yourself, that is.
There are only two or three patients left in the ward who are still unable to get off the ground for about a day after the operation.
These people all perform surgeries, and patients who undergo laparoscopic cholecystectomy can run home on the first day after surgery.
The ward is clean, and Zheng Ren feels he is getting used to it. It is much better than the same situation in the big car shop in the first department of general surgery a few days ago.
Just after twelve o'clock at noon, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Manager Feng of Changfeng MicroPort.