I'm really an intern

Chapter 217 Why Can't You Keep a Low Profile?

He wrote this medical record?

A circle of people in white coats looked at Zhang Tianyang in shock.

The attending physician raised his eyebrows, stared at Zhang Tianyang twice, and then refocused his gaze on Senior Brother Guipei beside him.

"Huh? Didn't you say that this is your patient?"

Facing the questioning from the attending physician, Senior Brother Gui Pei wept bitterly.

"Brother, I just said, this is, this is a copied medical record from the emergency department"

He felt wronged!

Obviously he told the truth!

Obviously you are the attending senior brother, you don't believe that the medical records of the emergency department can be written so well!

But why is it still being targeted!

Fortunately, I did not die and bumped into the right master!

You are the real master, you said it earlier, wouldn't the attention be diverted like this!

Why do you have to let me be your background board?

For a moment, his gaze towards Zhang Tianyang became extremely resentful.

The attending doctor thought about it, as if he did say that it was a copied emergency medical record.

He didn't criticize Dr. Guipei any more, but set his eyes on Zhang Tianyang again, and couldn't help but feel more satisfied the more he looked at it.

Sure enough, the name of the person, the shadow of the tree, this little Zhang is awesome!

"Not bad, very good! I also shared Xiao Zhang's medical record ideas with everyone. You should learn more from Xiao Zhang in the future!"

"Learn more, think more, read more, think more, and don't write medical records just to complete the task."

"In the future, when you write medical records, if your thoughts are not straightening out, please be open-minded and ask for advice. You can ask Director Song or Xiao Zhang. Don't work behind closed doors!"

The doctor in charge praised Zhang Tianyang all the time. Zhang Tianyang's medical record writing seemed to have become the top 2 level among all the people present.

Director Song Changkong, who was standing next to the attending doctor, also looked at Zhang Tianyang twice.

This intern assigned to him looks pretty good?

But he's just an intern?The clinical experience is full and will not exceed one year.

To be as powerful as you are now, you must have experienced a lot of things, right?

No wonder he specifically asked himself where the rescue consumables were placed

For a moment, Song Changkong seemed to understand something.

Lin Ke'an's footsteps were slightly wrong, and he hid a little behind Zhang Tianyang, indirectly feeling the attention of the audience.

Looking at the shocked expressions of one or two in a circle of white coats, I don't know why there is a sense of spoofed joy in my heart.

And the circle of white coats opened their mouths unconsciously.

The more the doctors in charge praised him, the more they felt that Zhang Tianyang, an intern, seemed ordinary.

At most, he looks a little more handsome, his temperament is a little better, his expression is a little calmer, and his organization is a little clearer.

But how could this medical record be written by him!

Can they not know how strict their own attending physicians are on medical record writing?

They were all scolded one by one!

Among the white coats present, except for Director Song who came to study, who else has not been pointed at the nose and scolded?

And this medical record was highly recognized by the attending physicians, although Zhang Tianyang's explanation was indeed very reasonable, they also quite recognized it.

But he is just an intern!

Of all the white coats present here, who hasn't survived as an intern who doesn't know anything and won't be scolded all day long?

Why are they being scolded, Zhang Tianyang is so awesome!

But no matter how shocked and unbelievable their eyes were, Zhang Tianyang just sighed calmly.

Then he glared at Lin Ke'an next to him.

Then he cast a "helpless" look at Senior Brother Gui Pei who had fallen into a state of "unloveable life" next to the attending physician.

It's agreed to keep a low profile, keep a low profile, and don't kill everything.

But why can't you keep a low profile!

Ugh!

life!

After the episode of being forced to pretend, the attending doctor began to continue computer rounds.

As usual, the old patient reports new progress, checks the latest test results, and then adjusts the treatment plan.

The new patient number reports the medical records, makes a diagnosis, and draws up a treatment plan.

But Zhang Tianyang's medical records are in the forefront, and his requirements for writing medical records have risen several steps invisibly.

Therefore, all the bed doctors assigned to new patients on weekends are struggling.

"What's the matter with you? The patient's consciousness has changed for 2 days in the chief complaint, and the history of present illness has been written since a week ago? Have you figured out the meaning of the chief complaint?"

"How did you write this medical record? The main complaint is about intracranial infection for 10 days? Who gave the diagnosis? Is it reliable? Can you write like this in the main complaint!"

"The main complaint, the main complaint, asked you to write the symptoms of the patient. Fever, vomiting and coma are symptoms. What do you mean by directly writing the diagnosis?

Medical records should be first-hand information, and you should be what you are, not what you think. "

"And this, throwing a bunch of symptoms together, can't there be some order and some diagnostic thinking?"

"In the history of present illness, it is written that the patient has just had an operation, but in the history of the operation, it is written that there is no? Have you time-traveled or are you out of your mind?"

"What is this writing! It's a mess!"

"Rewrite!"

"Rewrite!"

"Rewrite!"

"Hey, really, what are you pretending to be in your mind!"

The attending doctor looked at the inexplicable medical records one by one, and was so angry that he had a toothache.

In fact, in normal times, he might not scold so harshly.

After all, the work of writing medical records is not done by doctors in the hospital, and most of them are written by interns, regular trainees, and advanced students.

It is normal to write poorly, and it is abnormal to write too well.

But the bad thing is that there is a contrast.

Usually looking at the so-so medical records, compared with Zhang Tianyang's perfect medical records, it instantly turned into scum.

The attending doctor was having a headache as to how to deceive Zhang Tianyang's permanent property rights.

While looking at the little doctors in his hands who wanted to enter the Department of Neurology with sharpened heads, but their skills were worrying, their tempers became even more irritable.

It really fits that sentence.

The people I like don't care about me.

I don't like the Sipilailian posted up.

Worry!

A group of young doctors bowed their heads and scolded each other. On the surface they dared not speak loudly, but in their hearts tears were streaming down their faces.

Are we easy!

We are just regular trainees, only advanced students!

We are here to learn!

It's normal if you don't do well!

If we were really good at everything, and we were amazing at everything, then we would have already been attending, okay?

Hey wait, so why is that awesome intern still just an intern?

For a while, there seemed to be more resentment against Zhang Tianyang from all directions.

At ten o'clock in the morning, after a full hour and a half, the computer rounds finally came to an end.

"Take a break and see the patient!"

The attending doctor felt windy under his feet and went to the office to drink water.

The bloody little doctors who were scolded held their notebooks full of memories and burst into tears.

Finally freed!

Having escaped from the clutches of the attending doctor, they looked at Zhang Tianyang with extremely resentful eyes.

But it was too late to complain, and they all familiarized themselves with their patients' condition again, preparing for the bedside rounds later.

Director Song is still enthusiastic.

He has always been serious and proactive, always arrives in advance, and knows the situation of his patients well before he starts work at eight o'clock.

While the attending doctor was drinking water, he took Zhang Tianyang to the treatment room in the ICU ward.

The location of each consumable that Zhang Tianyang is concerned about is introduced in detail.

Zhang Tianyang nodded contentedly, and thanked Director Song.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

Director Song looked even more friendly, "If you haven't eaten, go and eat a couple of bites now. There are so many patients at the bedside rounds, it may be found that they get off work at noon."

Zhang Tianyang nodded to show that he had eaten, and was also a little curious.

"What are the bedside rounds to check?"

The main function of bedside rounds in other internal medicine is actually to comfort patients.

If you want to look at the treatment effect and modify the treatment plan, in fact, you can see the various data of the patient from the computer, and you can already make a judgment.

I have to go to the bedside every day to see, ask a few words, to appease and appease, although it is also for the purpose of physical examination to see changes, but more is actually to reassure the patient.

Tell the patient that the doctors are paying attention to you, and you can just accept and arrange treatment with peace of mind.

At the same time, it can also answer the doubts and questions of patients.

However, the patients in the neurology ICU are different.

Most of them don't need comfort.

After all, he was in a coma, so comforted, he didn't even know about it!

Not to mention the patient's questions.

If the patient can take the initiative to ask questions, he can be transferred to the outside ward!

Why stay here!

"The main thing is to do a physical examination to see how the recovery is going. In addition, I will also ask some questions and talk about some knowledge points."

Song Changkong patiently explained to Zhang Tianyang.

"However, he may not ask many questions today. He may have been tired of scolding just now."

Is that so?

Tired of scolding, so no more questions?

His eyes swept over the faces of the white coats scattered around him, and he found that their expressions were still relatively relaxed.

Zhang Tianyang blinked and nodded slightly.

fair enough.

If you don't ask questions, and hide yourself a little bit.

Shouldn't you be in the limelight again?

Always being the focus of everyone is also a very disturbing thing!

　I am writing dry goods in these chapters.

　　Writing medical records is very important. If you think clearly, you can make the superior doctor treat you much better~

　　And oh, let me say it again, don't complain about the trouble of being a trainee, it's a waste of each other's time.If you don't like to watch, or like to watch pirated copies, please go out and turn right, okay?

　　Although my character is a little fairy, but occasionally I will scold my mother

　　

　

(End of this chapter)