Early the next morning, Director Pan came for ward rounds. After seeing the patients in the emergency ward, he took Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Yang Lei to the ICU to check on the patients after yesterday's two surgeries.
Mr. Tang, who was sent to the hospital yesterday with undetectable low-pressure blood pressure, had stable blood pressure. An emergency blood test this morning showed that his hemoglobin had returned to a slightly lower level than normal, his coagulation function had not changed, and his liver and kidney functions were slightly abnormal.
In the eyes of doctors, these subtle changes are nothing.
As for the middle-aged man with a ruptured spleen, he couldn't wait to leave the ICU.
The sound of the constant ventilator and monitor in the room was monotonous and boring, making people crazy.
Full of pride and elation, Director Lao Pan had a few words with Director Qian of the ICU, arranged to transfer to another department, and then left the ICU with his troops.
In the hospital, only high standards can win heartfelt respect.
With the arrival of Zheng Ren, the emergency ward gradually took shape, and Director Pan was satisfied with this.
But this does not stop him from going to the hospital to ask for people, money, and policies.
After checking the emergency observation room again, Director Pan hurriedly went to the hospital to tease all the gods.
If you need people or money, no one will give it to you if you don't grind it out. There are only some short-term policies to be given, and these policies also depend on whether the department director is strong.
If you are a strong director, you can naturally rely on policies to develop the department. We need to replace some cowardly directors, and it will be the same whether there are policies or not.
Returning to the emergency ward, Zheng Ren began to write consultation notes and transferred the two post-operative patients.
The rest of the work will be Chang Yue's. Chang Yue did not find the large amount of writing work to be onerous and completed it quickly.
One hour later, the patient was transferred from the ICU back to the emergency ward.
There was a problem with the original design of the emergency ward, as there were no single rooms.
Chang Yue carefully arranged relatively quiet rooms for the two patients so that the patients could have a quiet environment and recover quickly.
The patients in the same ward are all patients three to five days after surgery. They go home after finishing the intravenous drip every day, and they don’t miss the smell of disinfectant in the hospital at all.
Checking on patients, changing medical orders based on recovery status, communicating with patients' families, and writing medical records are all trivial tasks done by Chang Yue and Yang Lei.
Zheng Ren was sitting in the office, reading quietly.
Some of the symptoms of palpitations and shortness of breath yesterday also subsided after a night's rest.
After a while, footsteps came from the corridor.
They must be visiting relatives and friends of the patient. Zheng Ren could smell the fragrance of flowers while sitting in the office and made a judgment in his mind.
"Chang Yue, tell them that flowers cannot be placed in the ward." Zheng Ren said.
Chang Yue responded and went out to communicate with the patients' relatives and friends who came to visit.
A small number of patients are allergic to pollen and experience mild or severe allergic symptoms.
Because I don’t have the opportunity to come into contact with all kinds of strange flowers, my relatives and friends who visited me after I got sick brought them and were reluctant to throw them away, so they were placed on the window sill of the ward. Immunity is affected to a certain extent after surgery, which aggravates allergy symptoms.
So Zheng Ren asked Chang Yue to stop it.
The effect of this kind of prevention is limited, and Zheng Ren also knows it. The notification is just to let the patient and the patient's family know. As for whether it will be implemented or not... Zheng Ren has no say.
If the patient insists on refusing to comply, Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital will not have the courage to automatically discharge the patient.
If it were 20 years ago, the large hospitals in the imperial and magical capitals might still be like this. But now, with the completion of the construction of network society, this situation is becoming less and less.
If patients are discharged because they do not follow hospital regulations, it won't be long before news of doctors disregarding human lives will be all over the Internet.
Everyone adopts the attitude that one thing is worse than one thing less, and they are responsible for all consequences. So what can we do
Soon, Chang Yue returned to the office with a strange expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.
"They are from Haicheng Metropolis Newspaper, and the leader is their editor-in-chief." Chang Yue said in a low voice.
Uh... When it comes to newspapers, Zheng Ren's eyes are still full of newspaper reporters who were invited by the doctor that night.
Although the matter was resolved perfectly in the end, Zheng Ren would still think of it from time to time because of the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality in the system tasks.
Mouthpiece, right to speak, uncrowned king, many words made Zheng Ren very helpless.
Zheng Ren didn't want to talk to them, so what if he was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper? I didn't expect to make a name for myself through their livelihood, so I ignored those people at all and still sat quietly at my desk reading.
After a while, a group of people rushed to the door of the office. The leader was in his fifties, with gray hair, elegant and steady.
Seeing that the doctors in the office were busy, he knocked on the open door.
"Are you..." Zheng Ren raised his head and asked knowingly.
"Hello, Dr. Zheng, I am the editor-in-chief of Haicheng Metropolis Daily, and my name is Li Weiren."
"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Li, are you okay?" Zheng Ren definitely didn't have a good impression of them. They were talking soft nails one after another. Looking at their expressions, if possible, he didn't want this group of people to enter the office at all.
Editor-in-chief Li was stunned for a moment.
"Metropolitan Newspaper? Is it the newspaper where the reporter was called by the doctor in the early morning half a month ago and threatened to report that a doctor performed an operation without the knowledge of his family?" A lazy voice came from behind Zheng Ren. .
Editor Li's face was full of embarrassment.
How long has it been since the mature and steady editor-in-chief felt depressed
Without the revenge of killing his father and seizing his wife, who would want to offend the mouthpieces
Unexpectedly, in the emergency ward of the First City Hospital, soft and hard nails were encountered one after another.
"It turns out he's a big shot in the newspaper office. Invite him inside for tea? Oh, we don't have tea here, only plain water. You must not be used to drinking it, right?" Su Yun continued to tease in a weird way, "Invite me inside quickly and don't stand outside. . If there is really a report saying that Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital mistreats the families of patients, does not reveal the illness, and conceals the condition of the patients, we will all be fired."
Su Yun lowered his head and had no intention of standing up. The black hair on his forehead was floating.
For the first time, Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun, a sarcastic bitch, was quite useful. At least these words were quite relieving.
Closing the door and letting Su Yun go is really a good choice.
"Doctor, I think there should be a misunderstanding between us." Chief Editor Li's embarrassed expression flashed away, replaced by a warm and genial smile.
"Haha." Su Yun chuckled dryly.
Rumors stop at wise people, chat stops at hehe, this is the truth.
Suddenly, the scene became even more embarrassing, and the air almost solidified.
The editor-in-chief of the newspaper did not expect that the emergency ward of the first hospital in the city was full of thorns, so he was exposed outside.
What is the name of that little reporter? Wei Feng! Damn it, I'll give you a good look when I get back! Editor-in-chief Li cursed secretly in his heart.
If we force a debate about the right and wrong of the matter, we may have different interpretations. But today, the same situation, the same handling, but the newspaper office's attitude is completely different.
If you really want to explain it clearly, wouldn't you be slapping yourself in the face
This time...
"Dr. Zheng, are you there?" came an honest voice from behind the crowd.