I'm really an intern

Chapter 263 It Will Be Alright

Big or not, cool or not, called

Pooh!

Cheating!

Zhang Tianyang blinked, not looking at the smile on the ICU director's face, which was very similar to "Uncle took you to see the goldfish".

"Maybe it's the wrong name."

"That's right."

The director of the ICU smiled even more, but he suppressed it and deliberately looked serious.

"Clinically, it is the place where the master is the teacher."

As he spoke, he curled his lips.

"Look at the advanced doctors in the ward. Which of them didn't mix up with the attending doctor, deputy director, and director in their own hospital? When they come here, they always call our residents teachers."

After comforting Zhang Tianyang, the smile that had just been suppressed appeared again on his face.

"However, the professional title still has an influence, that is, our department advocates knowledge, how about it, do you want to stay here for a few more weeks or months?"

"It doesn't matter what is arranged by the Academic Affairs Office, as long as you nod, I will tell them!"

The director of the ICU subconsciously touched his semi-La Mediterranean, and the top of his head turned red with excitement.

The attending doctor next to him glanced at his unabashed director and put his hand on his forehead.

Leader, hey, at least you can cover it up and make a detour!

Too naked!

It will scare people away, okay?

Sure enough, Zhang Tianyang blinked and began to play dumb.

"Director, the family members seem to be here."

The director of the ICU turned his head to look, and sure enough, there were a few casually pretended faces who were supporting each other and limping a little.

It is allowed to fight with his own little doctors, but in front of patients and their families, the director of ICU subconsciously maintains his dignity as the chief doctor.

When Zhang Tianyang turned his head to look at his face again, he found that the smile of "looking at the goldfish" just now had completely subsided, leaving only the tightly furrowed brows.

"Are you family members of Bed 69?"

"Yes yes, we are."

Seeing the director of the ICU surrounded by some anxious family members, still calm and composed, exuding the domineering aura of a "director", Zhang Tianyang couldn't help being amazed.

Sure enough, people have two sides!

The explanation of "White Lung"'s condition is very skillful.

When communicating with patients, we will try our best to minimize the disease in order to enhance the patient's determination and perseverance to fight the disease.

Clinically, there is a proper term for this thing, which is called "placebo effect".

It’s just that sometimes the medicine given by the doctors can’t cure any disease, but because you believe that the medicine can cure you, your mood will improve, your resistance will rise, and the disease will be cured.

This is also the reason why some witch doctors and theology can survive for a long time.

But on the other hand, when communicating with the patient's family members, it is necessary to clearly explain the severity of the disease and various possible secondary consequences.

Not only for the right to know, but also for attracting the attention of family members and mobilizing their enthusiasm for treatment.

Although Zhang Tianyang and the attending doctor were called together, it was actually the director of the ICU who communicated throughout the process.

His meaning is also very obvious, that is, "I will take you with me, you should watch carefully."

Subconsciously, he regarded Zhang Tianyang and the attending doctor as his direct descendants!

Zhang Tianyang didn't waste the opportunity, and carefully watched how the ICU director communicated with the family members.

Dealing with different patients and family members is a science worth studying.

Zhang Tianyang can perfect his basic knowledge and various operational skills in the system space, but when it comes to interacting with people, he will always be a younger brother.

Fortunately, the four family members in bed 69 seem to be very talkative.

Especially after being kicked one by one by their own patients, the four of them showed extremely high medical obedience.

Said everything to follow the doctor's command.

After the director of the ICU indicated that they could search the professional term "white lung" on Baidu, the family members almost cried on the spot.

"Doctor, you must save our old man!"

"Yes, we have already used the strongest medicine as soon as we received the patient yesterday, and now various follow-up treatments are also being followed up. Although the combination of Meiping and Wangu is a bit expensive, it is a powerful treatment. I hope You understand."

"I understand, I understand, doctors, you must save him!"

Zhang Tianyang watched the whole process with a strange feeling in his heart.

There are five patients who I have directly or indirectly handled in the Department of Neurology, three of which are Song Changkong's and two of which are my own.

Five patients, ranging in age from more than 20 to more than 80, and the performance of the family members are also very different.

Zhang Tianyang was a little lost in thought, his eyes subconsciously wandered around, and he found those family members easily.

The family members of the 76-bed old lady are still the lonely old man.

With silver hair, wrinkled face, and inflexible legs and feet, he still held his rag bag and leaned in front of the neurology department's bulletin board.

His eyes were narrowed due to presbyopia, and he was holding the lightest ballpoint pen in his hand, but he still couldn't restrain the trembling tip of the pen.

It's really hard to imagine how such a man can write so many neat handwriting on A4 paper.

"Master, can you rest for a while?"

The little nurse in the nurse's station took the initiative to move a stool for the old man.

This was what they would do every day after Zhang Tianyang moved the old man's chair on Monday.

Although the old man never sits, they insist on moving every day.

It's like a tacit understanding.

The old man told God in this way that he believed that one day he would be able to wait for his wife to come home.

And the doctors and nurses told him in this way that we have been working hard.

"click"

The sound of a lighter sounded a little farther away, and the little nurse who had just moved the stool heard the sound and walked over.

Zhang Tianyang's hearing is good, so he could just hear her remind in a low voice, "Uncle, you can't smoke here."

"Oh, oh, sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it."

The middle-aged man who was caught smoking was the father of the tattooed young man on bed 78, and he was stubbing out his cigarette with embarrassment on his face.

When he said it was snuffing out, he was really snipping off a short section of the cigarette, and he even slightly burned his hand because of it.

Grinning his teeth and shaking his hands, he put the remaining half of the cigarette back into the cigarette case.

"By the way, sister, do you have a charging place here?"

The middle-aged man asked with a smile, while carefully pulling out a mobile phone from his bag.

"My son's cell phone is almost out of battery, and he needs to use it this afternoon, look"

Zhang Tianyang squinted his eyes and easily saw the mobile phone clearly.

It was the one that he saw that afternoon, which was placed next to the ear of the 78-bed patient.

The screen of the mobile phone is large and clean, it looks very high-end, and it is carefully held in the hands of the middle-aged man.

And his own somewhat worn-out old mobile phone had already been put in his pocket by him.

"There is a power bank that can be rented on the first floor of the outpatient building, you can go and have a look."

"Hey, good!"

The middle-aged man stomped his feet, smiled at the little nurse, turned around and pressed the elevator.

His eyes retracted, and he fell on the four miserable family members standing in front of him again.

Three of the four were injured. Not only did they take medicine, but they were also bandaged with gauze. They also looked like sick people.

But they focused their eyes one by one, and listened carefully to every word of the director of the ICU. The anxiety and expectation on their faces even covered the pain.

"Will be fine."

"What did you say?"

The attending doctor didn't hear clearly, Zhang Tianyang just smiled.

Patients, whether they are old ladies, men with tattoos, uncles with white lungs, or big men with little yellow chickens, shake their heads to prove that they are alive.

Everything will be fine.

"I promise."

(End of this chapter)