Feng Xuhui carried a trolley suitcase and more than a dozen A4 papers filled with words. He got into the car with some anxiety and rushed to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.
He regretted it a little, so he could have just called 912. I always didn't want to trouble Mr. Zheng and Brother Yun, but in the end it made them more troubled.
Not to mention anything else, now all doctors write medical records by typing, so who still writes medical records by hand
And... what should I do
Who should I show this piece of paper to? If I hand it over to the doctor at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, will I be disgusted and judged by others
Although Brother Yun also said in the end, if they didn't confirm the diagnosis, they would take it out when they were unable to do anything.
But Feng Xuhui was still unwilling. He believed that Mr. Zheng and Brother Yun were capable of curing the disease earlier, so why wait.
Back at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, it was already past 1 noon. Feng Xuhui parked the car and walked into the inpatient department.
His whole body was weak, and it seemed that the last time he slept was a long time ago. Feng Xuhui felt that except when he was carrying supplies at the Chengdu Airport, he had never been so tired in his life.
When he arrived at the ward, he immediately felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the ward.
One after another, doctors left with serious faces and full of nervousness, muttering something to themselves.
Feng Xuhui took the time to take a look at Liu Xiaojie and Xiaoyun.
Xiaoyun was already asleep, and Liu Xiaojie was sitting on a chair with her head lying on the side of the bed, also sleeping. They are all exhausted, Feng Xuhui thought to himself.
He saw Liu Xiaojie's clothes pulled up at the waist, revealing a section of fair skin. He was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and covered her with it.
Then Feng Xuhui took the A4 paper and went to Xiaoyun's bedside doctor.
There are densely written words on the paper, and the handwriting is very beautiful. Many disease names and examinations are marked with English abbreviations, like a sacred book, which Feng Xuhui cannot understand at all.
Calling it a heavenly book is a compliment, but in fact it should be said to be a ghost-drawing talisman.
Before the advent of electronic medical record systems, doctors wrote medical records by hand. At that time, there were rumors among ordinary people that doctors' prescriptions could not be read at all.
In fact, it's not a rumor, but I really don't understand.
First of all, many words on the prescription are written in Latin. How can people who have not studied medical Latin understand it
Secondly, doctors don’t have time, especially doctors in outpatient and emergency departments who are too busy. Looking at the patients in front of him, there were several or a dozen patients piled behind him. If you finish writing the prescription stroke by stroke, it is very likely that someone will be dissatisfied.
Try to save time as long as the hospital staff can understand it.
Sometimes the person who takes the medicine or collects the payment cannot understand what is written. This kind of thing happens frequently.
After the electronic system was put online, a lot of time was saved, and the doctor's prescriptions were printed out, so this problem no longer existed.
In fact, Feng Xuhui had never seen a handwritten prescription. Holding a thick A4 paper, he had the illusion that he had traveled through time.
It seemed like I was back on a bright afternoon more than ten years ago, when the sun was shining brightly and I was walking in the corridor of the hospital.
Uh... I'm so tired that I couldn't help but start being artistic.
Feng Xuhui began to look for familiar faces, but he couldn't find Xiaoyun's doctor, Dr. Wang.
"Old man, could you please ask, is Dr. Wang here?" Feng Xuhui couldn't find anyone, so he had to ask an old man who had just come out of the doctor's office.
She has silver hair and looks particularly kind. The white clothes on his body are very white, facing the light, it seems to have a flawless aura.
With her gentle and kind smile, the halo shone brighter, soothing Feng Xuhui's heart and making it calm.
"Today, Xiao Wang went to the venue for the internal medicine round. Are you a family member of the patient? Do you have anything to do with Xiao Wang?" the old man asked kindly.
"..." Feng Xuhui hesitated for half a second, then bowed slightly and said politely: "I am a family member of bed 2-8. Here is the condition analysis done by two of my friends. I would like to ask Dr. Wang to help me take a look. .”
"Condition analysis?" The old man did not get angry, but said with a smile, "Leave it to me then. I happen to be going to the venue as well, so I will give it to Xiao Wang by the way."
"Excuse me, my friend said, it's just a reference, it might be useful." Feng Xuhui handed the A4 paper to the old man and let out a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Li, it's getting late, let's go." A middle-aged doctor came out and whispered.
"Yes." The old man did not forget to nod to Feng Xuhui. In his busy schedule, he did not forget to express his goodwill, and then left.
Affiliated to the Medical University, it is a century-old hospital that has always been rigorous in its scholarship. General internal medicine rounds are a feature of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.
For junior doctors who have serious patients or difficult cases in their hands, a weekly internal medicine round is like going through a mountain of knives.
When reporting medical history, many old professors, experts, and directors of various departments have to ask questions. As long as one check or one direction is not taken into account, countless eyes from the audience will be stared at, and the feeling is really sour.
The thin-skinned ones burst into tears, while the thick-skinned ones could only remain silent. However, there are some people who don't care in this situation. Such people end up becoming meat on the hob.
Mr. Li is the retired director of the Department of Endocrinology and the former director of the Department of Internal Medicine of the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University. She has retired long ago and only comes to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University twice a week. One outpatient visit is a general internal medicine round.
Holding the A4 paper, Mr. Li walked out.
"Today's patients really don't know what they are thinking." The director of the Department of Endocrinology glanced at the paper in Mr. Li's hand. The flying fonts on it made her a little unhappy, "He came to our affiliated hospital to see a doctor, and he went out to inquire about it. If you come here with doctor’s advice and find some lay people who don’t understand to point out things, there is something wrong with your brain.”
"That's not true." Mr. Li said gently: "This kind of thing is very common, don't think about it."
How do you feel about patients and their family members "making judgments" based on other people's diagnostic opinions and medical advice after being hospitalized
If a chemotherapy patient comes back from a high-level tertiary hospital in the imperial capital or Shanghai, the local doctors are still willing to carry out the orders of the higher-level hospital.
The first is that patients have needs, and the second is that I also have an opportunity to learn.
But if you were to hand out medical advice in a tertiary-level hospital like the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, it would be very offensive.
Top hospitals carry out various detailed examinations for patients. If there is any problem that cannot be solved, it is because the condition is too complicated. Even the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University can't solve it, so a doctor from another hospital can solve it from a distance
Nonsense.
Arriving at the venue, Mrs. Li saw Dr. Wang standing in front, already preparing to report the medical history. She did not rush to hand the A4 paper to Dr. Wang, but sat down and glanced at the contents.
After just one glance, Mr. Li said "hmm".