I'm really an intern

Chapter 193

"Doctor, I have a sore throat."

The new patient is a girl with a frail face, 17 years old, high school age.

very polite.

"Can you take a look for me?"

So Zhang Tianyang's expression softened, "Come on, open your mouth, let me see."

After a brief physical examination, he began a brief but comprehensive medical history.

"How long has it been hurting?"

"Do you have a cough?"

"Do you have a fever?"

"What medicine did you take?"

Today is Sunday, and outpatient clinics in other departments of the hospital are closed.

But patients don't pick weekdays or weekends when they get sick.

Therefore, there are many patients and few doctors. Sunday is the busiest time in the emergency department.

Zhang Tianyang's big night shift, which was directly connected to the next department on Sunday, was changed to a small night shift with Dr. Chen.

3 hours at noon and 5 hours in the evening, for a total of eight hours, emotions were staged in the emergency department.

Cold, fever, diarrhea, abdominal pain.

Panic, chest tightness, car accident, unable to walk.

Sunday's patients seem to have stories to tell.

Zhang Tianyang took over several of them.

A 70-year-old man, who works as a cook on a construction site, was brought by a worker at noon, saying that half of his face was paralyzed.

A CT scan revealed that it was an aneurysm, which not only compressed the nerve, but also had the risk of rupture at any time.

Both Zhang Tianyang and Dr. Chen were very nervous and persuaded the uncle to be admitted to the hospital for treatment immediately.

But the uncle was trembling, and understood the condition very politely.

When he learned that the operation cost at least 30 in this case, and the cure rate is not high, and the life expectancy may be only a few months with conservative treatment, he told Zhang Tianyang.

"Doctor, can I think about it?"

"it is good."

The white meat shield sent the uncle to the waiting area at the door to think, and when he came back, he heard Zhang Tianyang's sigh.

"He's not coming back."

Sure enough, after thinking about it, the uncle disappeared.

Before leaving, I did not forget to send a message to the nurse at the triage desk at the door, saying that he was fine, but he just didn't want to be treated.

A 10-year-old boy kept kicking his right hand in his arms when he was sent by his family, refusing to move.

"Doctor, please help me to see if the child has a mental problem?"

Zhang Tianyang checked and found out that his right hand was broken.

Ask again, the child's parents are both dead, and he is staying at his aunt's house. He feels that he has caused a lot of trouble to them, so he bears the pain and refuses to speak.

A girl in her 20s calmly registered and went to the doctor alone.

"Doctor, please prescribe a blood test for me. I may be pregnant."

Zhang Tianyang quickly finished the inspection and asked a casual question.

"Why did you come here alone? Where is the child's father?"

"died."

The girl smiled.

It turned out that her husband was a firefighter.

"I went on a mission last week and saved a person, but got in by myself."

One patient after another.

Everyone has their own story.

No one is easier than the other.

At [-]:[-] noon, there were still about [-] patients in line.

Despite Zhang Tianyang's bonus, the continuous registration of new patients still made the queue longer and longer.

The nurses at the triage desk at the entrance are dedicated to grading all the patients who come to see the doctor.

If it is extremely critical and life-threatening, stop it forward.

The problem is not big, you can wait, but it still needs to be dealt with, and it will be arranged in order later.

There are also some that can be seen in the outpatient department of the corresponding department during working hours, and the sister nurse will directly scold them back.

Doctor Chen, Zhang Tianyang, Brother Deng, the white meat shield, sister nurse, and all the people in white clothes have really tried their best to coordinate properly and deal with it as soon as possible.

Inevitably, there are still people waiting.

Inevitably, some people will find that there are more and more people waiting and waiting at the front.

There is no way, no one wants to get sick.

The patients who are at the top of the queue don't even want to be at the top of the queue, because it's nice to be able to get a diagnosis and treatment immediately, but behind it is indeed a life-threatening danger.

As time passed, the patient who had been waiting for a long time became more and more anxious.

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore.

The patient in hand has just finished reading.

The white meat shield stood guard at the door, releasing the patients who had finished their treatment, and calling their numbers at the same time.

"Next, Zhou XX!"

A man squeezed his head through the crowd.

The white meat shield frowned, "Is your name Zhou XX?"

The man didn't reply, but just squeezed in through the crack of the door with a dull head.

It wasn't until the men squeezed in that there was an arm raised high in the back of the crowd.

"I am! I am Zhou XX!"

The man who claimed to be Zhou xx was a young man, and he squeezed in front of the white meat shield with difficulty.

"I'm next, let me in?"

The white meat shield stared at the registration slip in his hand, it was indeed the name, and then let him in.

"Crack!"

The door locks again.

He stared at the man who had squeezed in before.

"My name is Zhou xx, you haven't arrived yet, why are you squeezing in?"

But the man didn't say a word, and hurriedly handed his medical card to Zhang Tianyang who was idle.

And behind him, the real next patient, Brother Zhou, looked confused, holding his medical card in his hand, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Tianyang frowned and stared at the man twice.

"What's your name?"

The man seemed to have been turned on by some switch, and quickly sat down on the bench.

While forcing his medical card into Zhang Tianyang's hand, he couldn't wait to start talking about his illness.

"Doctor, my throat hurts, I"

"I asked what your name was."

Zhang Tianyang frowned and interrupted him directly.

The medical card that was forced into his hand was not placed on the sensor.

The man paused, seemingly dissatisfied, "My name is XXX!"

Zhang Tianyang squinted his eyes and called up the patient list.

The man was 19th in the back.

"I didn't come to you, go outside and wait."

Zhang Tianyang pushed the medical card back, and then waved to Brother Zhou who was standing behind at a loss, "Come here, give me the medical card, why are you uncomfortable?"

Brother Zhou is in his early twenties, and he has always been the kind of people who are occupied by old ladies on the subway and middle-aged people on the bus.

He blinked, looked at the man sitting on the chair, and at the hand in the white coat.

Suddenly a little cowardly.

"Otherwise, let him watch first?"

Zhang Tianyang stared.

"Diagnostic card! You're still humble even when you're sweating in pain?"

"Oh"

Brother Zhou obediently handed over the medical card, but the middle-aged man refused to give up his seat, and he suddenly became at a loss again.

"Doctor, help me see it first! I'm already in!"

The middle-aged man was domineering on the chair, his voice was harsh.

"I've been waiting for so long!"

Zhang Tianyang calmly put Brother Zhou's medical card on the sensor, waiting for the system to respond.

Then he turned his head and said to the middle-aged man.

"There are more than a dozen people in front of you, go outside and wait."

The white meat shield stepped forward, ready to help the middle-aged man go out.

But in such an instant, the middle-aged man exploded.

"what!"

"What's wrong with you doctor!"

"I've been waiting for so long and still make me wait??"

"I'm here now!"

"You have to force me to say something my mother wouldn't let me say before you pay attention to it!" (Here was deleted by the review editor)

Whoa, whoa!

Zhang Tianyang stood up suddenly.

The chair moved back under the action of huge force, made a harsh sound, and hit the wall.

He walked straight to the door of the consulting room and opened the door violently.

Before the family members waiting anxiously outside could react and squeeze in, they were forced to take a step back by the aura exuding from Zhang Tianyang's body.

I saw Zhang Tianyang standing in front of the gate.

Inside the door was Dr. Chen, who was sweating profusely, and Brother Zhou, whose face was pale with pain, but stood there helpless.

Outside the door, there was a crowded and noisy crowd, who had also been waiting for a long time.

He looked at the middle-aged man and spoke.

"You say it again?"

"What do you want?"

(End of this chapter)