I'm really an intern

Chapter 236 Proof I'm Alive

At this time, the little nurse was much calmer than Zhang Tianyang.

While shaking his head, he opened his mouth softly.

"Don't worry about him, he won't shake for a while."

Um?It will be fine in a while?

As soon as the little nurse finished speaking, the creaking sound stopped abruptly.

Zhang Tianyang frowned and stood still, staring at the old man on the 80-bed hospital bed, regaining the posture of looking up at the sky.

There is no color of pain on the face.

Eyes are calm.

The head can be turned left and right, but he was so big with a white coat next to him, the old man didn't look at him for help at all.

So, shouldn't there be some discomfort?

Then why is this patient shaking his head desperately? Hey!

But before he could think about it, about ten seconds after he shook his head last time, the 80-bed old man suddenly started again.

crunch.

crunch.

The old man shook his head vigorously from side to side, driving his hospital bed, with his eyes closed, but there was no obvious expression of pain on his face.

The numbers on the monitor are still normal.

The heart rate is a little fast, but since the old man is tired from shaking his head, it's normal.

everything is normal.

Just shaking his head weirdly.

Zhang Tianyang decided to wait and see.

He retreated to the computer where he was just now, silently watching the 80-bed man shaking his head.

Same as last time, after shaking for a while, the uncle rested for more than ten seconds, and then continued to swing from side to side

It looked more like a "daily exercise" than a "call for help".

Zhang Tianyang gradually saw the way.

Sure enough, the little nurse came over to explain Zhang Tianyang's confusion after finishing her work.

"When the old man just woke up, he couldn't move anywhere, he could only open his eyes, and he looked very anxious every day, with a fast heart rate."

"Later, slowly, the head could move, and he has been like this."

"When you're awake, you just shake your head when you have nothing to do."

"We thought he was uncomfortable at first, but later found out that he just likes to shake his head."

"And since he can shake his head, he seems to be less anxious than before, so let him go."

"Are you new here? Don't be too nervous, he's always been like this."

After talking about the situation of the 80 beds, the little nurse gave another instruction with a sense of urgency.

"If you need to suck sputum in the future, you should call me. Although this can reduce the workload, the head nurse will tell me when she sees it."

"Okay okay."

Zhang Tianyang readily agreed.

But the next time there is an emergency, it is estimated that he will still do it himself.

"squeaky"

The 80-bed old man started shaking his head again.

Zhang Tianyang stood at a distance of two beds, watching him trying to shake his head and move the bed, he sighed for a while.

Because he suddenly understood the purpose of the old man shaking his head.

He must have been very, very scared when he just woke up and was lying on the hospital bed, unable to move.

Fear that I'm not going to get better, that I'll just be staring at the same place with my eyes open for the rest of the day.

So, when his head could move, he couldn't wait to move it.

Shaking your head is "exercise to make yourself better and faster".

It is "Even if the doctor tells you that shaking your head like this won't make your condition get better faster, you still keep exercising."

Only in this way can he see hope.

Only with hope can he persevere.

In the final analysis, it is actually one sentence.

He wants to live normally.

The normal closing time of the neurology ICU ward is 15 minutes later than that of other departments.

But Song Changkong didn't show up until the doctor on duty came to take over at 45:[-].

It seems to have caught up with the study of bronchoscopy.

The three-bed patients managed by Zhang Tianyang were all in stable condition in the afternoon, and nothing happened.

Therefore, after getting familiar with the medical history and diagnosis and treatment process of the other two beds, Zhang Tianyang can still find time to familiarize himself with the configuration of white coats in the ICU ward.

The entire ICU ward has a director, a deputy director, and an attending doctor on it.

The following are divided into three medical groups led by three inpatients.

Each medical team is routinely equipped with two fellow doctors, two regular trainees, and one or two additional graduate students or interns.

In this way, there are 12 bed doctors who are directly responsible for patients.

There are 5-7 beds in each of the five wards from A to E. If you divide them up, each person has about 3 patients.

The remaining graduate students and interns are cheap labor, and will be assigned 0 to 1 patient with their own trainee doctors or regular training doctors.

Zhang Tianyang and Lin Ke'an are in the same medical team, and they are the strongest among the three teams.

After all, Song Changkong is also qualified as a chief physician, and he can't compare with the serious attendings of Dongfang Hospital, but compared with other advanced students and Gui Peisheng, he can still beat them by a few blocks.

Lin Ke'an's leading teacher is also a trainee. Although she is only an attending doctor in the outer courtyard, she still has a lot of momentum.

In addition, there is a graduate student brother here, who is said to be the gold medal winner of the clinical skills competition that year.

This technique is quite popular in the neurology ICU, which is frequently operated.

Zhang Tianyang made a note of the brothers and sisters in this group.

Song Changkong seems to be an old fritter who is well versed in the way of dealing with people.

Lin Ke'an's leading teacher was a bit like Senior Sister Liang at the time, she was quiet and didn't like to talk or talk to others, so it's no wonder that Lin Ke'an would rather come and find herself to give lectures.

The postgraduate brother who won the gold medal in the clinical skills competition is a little arrogant, but also a little flamboyant, and he has a natural sense of superiority when he speaks.

But Zhang Tianyang has never seen him actually operate, nor has he seen him perform rescue.

It remains to be seen whether there is really a brush or the king of mouth.

The other two brothers, Gui Pei, have a more restrained personality, and they are also elusive, so they don't have a sense of presence.

As an intern at the lowest end of the food chain, Zhang Tianyang carefully memorized the names and appearances of the senior brothers and sisters.

With such a one-to-one correspondence, he couldn't help but feel a little small.

My own group is really diverse.

There are all kinds of demons and ghosts.

In the evening, Song Changkong sent a message to Zhang Tianyang, explaining the tasks and precautions for Tuesday.

"The homework assigned by the teacher who made the ward round today, you'd better take a look at all kinds of knowledge about waist piercing when you have time. There may be random checks tomorrow."

"The old lady in bed 86 may trouble you with the waist wear in the next few days. The teacher asked you to wear it by name, probably because she is afraid that others will not be able to wear it."

"Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, enough cerebrospinal fluid should be drained."

"Come earlier in the morning, early shifts may be called."

Looking at the text-filled messages sent by the other party, Zhang Tianyang couldn't help shaking his head.

It's almost all-knowing.

How does this look like a senior doctor?

After replying a few words, Zhang Tianyang called up the WeChat friend list.

After thinking about it, I found the name of the senior in gastroenterology and sent a message.

"Brother, do you have any friends who are good at respiratory medicine? I want to learn about bronchoscopy, is it convenient?"

As the second work of a paper published in the Journal of Oriental Medical University, it should not be a loss for another study opportunity, right?

"Drip!"

The phone vibrated slightly, and the floating frame at the top of the screen flashed.

Song Changkong sent another message.

"By the way, you may have to admit a patient tomorrow."

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Sapo rolls and asks for a monthly ticket

(End of this chapter)