I'm really an intern

Chapter 262 Is Teacher Zhang in a good mood?

Accidentally received a patient with "white lung" who had never tried it before, and there was a little commotion in the ICU ward.

Because the condition of this kind of patient is serious and the progress is very fast, no matter it is in the treatment of medication, daily care, or even when to suck sputum.

So the director of the ICU simply called all the doctors and nurses who were directly or indirectly responsible for this patient, and explained the treatment measures together.

The director's ward rounds that had been agreed to be cancelled, because of the existence of the patient with white lungs, suddenly turned into a small meeting.

And the person in the center of the small meeting, apart from the ICU director, turned out to be Zhang Tianyang.

In addition to giving advice, the director of the ICU will also ask for Zhang Tianyang's opinions, and then the two will discuss it together, and then the director of the ICU will assign various tasks to the specific little doctors.

The dignified attending doctor, instead of standing next to his director, obediently took notes in a notebook like an intern.

The tip of the pen landed on the paper, making a rustling sound.

The attending doctor, who has been immersed in the noisy hospital for many years, once again felt the peace from the heart.

For a long time, he felt that his condition was very good.

One person is less than ten thousand people, and he can handle daily neurological diseases, and usually leads the subordinate doctors to reprimand Fang Qiong.

But today he suddenly realized that he still has a lot to learn.

Just like this "white lung" patient.

Perhaps such patients are not particularly rare in respiratory medicine.

But for him, an attending doctor who has been focusing on neurology for ten years, this is the first time in his career.

It was this "first time" that made him almost make an empirical mistake.

After regaining his composure, he suddenly found the motivation to move forward.

An excellent doctor should not only focus on his own specialized field, but should comprehend by analogy, and be aware of diseases in all departments.

The elegant handwriting appeared on the notebook that hadn't been used for a long time, and the attending doctor would occasionally look up to see the man standing next to the ICU director and talking.

This Zhang Tianyang, as an intern, was clearly the first time he encountered such a patient.

But why so proficient?

Is it because of solid basic knowledge?

The attending doctor divided his mind into two tasks, and secretly made up his mind. After returning home tonight, he will place an order on Taobao, order a set of newly revised textbooks, and make up for the lessons.

As the small meeting progressed, more and more white coats were attracted, then shocked by the "white lungs" on the computer, and then shocked by the complicated interpersonal relationship.

Little white coats, you look at me, I look at you, look at the attending doctor, and look at Zhang Tianyang.

There seemed to be a soundtrack in my heart:

"From today, the biological chain in the ICU ward has undergone earth-shaking changes!"

"That's about it. I don't have any other ideas."

Zhang Tianyang nodded to the ICU director, saying that he had nothing to say.

Turning his head to look at the screen all the time made his neck a little stiff.

When he moved a little bit, his eyes subconsciously wandered among the white coats around him, and then he felt something was wrong.

The look in their eyes and the aura they exude

Why is it becoming more and more similar to my little fan girl and little fan brother?

At this moment, Zhang Tianyang didn't know that he had limped another attending doctor unconsciously.

Wait, why "again"?

"Okay, now that the discussion is over, are your missions clear?"

After the task was assigned, the director of ICU waved his hand and sent a bunch of onlookers to do their own thing.

The head nurse responded first, and took the little nurse in charge of the bed to explain the details of the care carefully.

The attending doctor and the resident doctors in this group each occupied a computer, one typed the new disease notification letter, and the other checked the treatment plans that had just been finalized by the ICU director and Zhang Tianyang one by one, and filled in the missing ones.

Zhang Tianyang and the director of the ICU personally ran to the ventilator to adjust various parameters.

Most of the other young doctors also found their own computers, or went to their patients' beds, preparing to understand their patients' conditions and respond to the ward rounds later.

The tense atmosphere just now dissipated in an instant.

"White Lung" was still hanging in the air like a time bomb, but everyone acted as if nothing happened.

That's how it is clinically.

Especially nervous, the moment of adrenaline soaring is always only the moment of rescue, and the moment of trembling is only the moment of confirming the diagnosis and treatment plan.

When all the plans are finalized and tasks are assigned, no matter how seriously ill the patient is, there is nothing you can do except treat them step by step.

You can't give the patient a holy light, can you?

"That should be fine."

Zhang Tianyang looked at the various parameters on the ventilator, and then at the uncle on the hospital bed who seemed to be in good condition, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The breathing parameters for patients with "white lung" will be different from those of ordinary patients.

He hasn't had time to learn how to adjust this, it is completely set by the ICU director while guiding.

This made the expression on the ICU director's face much easier.

Only at this time did he feel a little bit of Zhang Tianyang's original status as an intern.

"The new illness notification letter has been typed out, can you take a look?"

The attending doctor walked over holding the printing paper just out of the oven, the director of the ICU took it and looked at it twice, then handed it to Zhang Tianyang, and asked him to look at it too.

"Let's go and talk to the family."

The director of the ICU turned and walked out, paused after taking two steps, and turned his head on purpose.

"You follow, Xiao Zhang will come too."

The side door next to the 69-bed hospital bed leads to the EEG room, where a full-time doctor who specializes in EEG is sitting, surrounded by several familiar white coats.

"Hi teachers!"

Seeing that the director of the ICU came out with the attending doctor and Zhang Tianyang, they all stood up respectfully and said hello.

Zhang Tianyang didn't pay much attention to it, and nodded to them as he followed the two people in front.

Both the ICU director and the attending physician are older than them, so it is appropriate to call them "teachers".

Walking through the corridor, along the way, I met many unfamiliar and familiar white coats.

Some hid in the lounge and had breakfast, some just finished using the toilet, and some couldn't find a computer in the ICU ward and came out to occupy the computer in the office outside.

Without exception, everyone greeted them respectfully.

Greetings sounded from left and right.

"Hello teacher."

"Hello Director, Hello Teacher."

"Hello, director, senior brother."

"Hello Director, Senior Brother, Teacher Zhang."

Ok?

Wait a minute.

Did something get mixed in?

Zhang Tianyang suddenly turned around, only to see that the white coat who had just called out "Hello, Mr. Zhang" had already nodded and walked away behind him.

Looking back, the oncoming familiar white coats started a new round of greetings.

"Hello Director, Hello Teacher, Hello Teacher Zhang."

In the eyes of the person who came up, Zhang Tianyang confirmed it this time.

That teacher Zhang is indeed calling himself.

What's the matter, I'm an intern, why did I suddenly change into "Teacher Zhang"?

I got the script wrong, buddy, hello!

Zhang Tianyang turned his head in a trance, and found that the director of the ICU who was walking straight ahead actually stopped, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"This, them"

Zhang Tianyang, who felt that he seemed to be seeking to usurp the throne, thought about how to explain it, but saw the director of the ICU pull off his mask and looked at him with a smile.

"Are you cool?"

　Huh, big or small, happy or not, call me daddy!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)