I'm really an intern

Chapter 269 The Patient's Family Member Who Came Out After Long Calls?

Seeing a patient and asking if there are any family members is the instinct of every doctor.

Ordinary patients still need their family members to be busy, whether it is as small as helping to pay fees, taking medicine on their behalf, or as big as helping the patient make a final decision, they all need the help of the patient's family members.

This is especially true for patients in the ICU ward.

The average patient is at least awake, and many are even able to move about freely.

It is normal for patients in the ICU ward to lie down. Once they can sit up from the bed, they can even be transferred out!

Such them need the existence of family members even more.

Help sign various consent forms, help make various treatment decisions, and help pay money

God pity, the doctor in charge really asked a random question!

But the patient exploded in an instant.

Her whole body was trembling, and the air mattress made a creaking sound.

Zhang Tianyang's impression of her has always been that she was lying there quietly, with pale skin and small freckles on her face. He would respond to her when he asked her to talk to her. She was very polite, but she looked a little sad.

Such a "quiet" female patient now seems to be in a "manic" state with blue veins.

Blood even appeared on his pale face, his brows that were originally deserted turned into thick hillocks, and his eyes were instantly filled with bloody threads.

"Ho ho! Ho ho ho!"

The sound of the wind was mixed with viscous phlegm, which overflowed from the opening of her tracheotomy.

"Teacher, you can't talk about her family members in front of her!"

Song Changkong's face was full of anxiety, which was rare, and he quietly ventilated with the attending doctor.

As for Zhang Tianyang, he had already hurried over, picked up the suction tube next to the bed, and was taken aback for a moment.

Feel a little different?

The packaging seems to be different from the one he used before.

His eyes quickly swept over the suction tubes that felt different to the touch, and then scanned around the basket next to the hospital bed where the suction tubes were placed.

All the sputum suction tubes of this patient are of the same style in his own hand.

It is different from other patients in the ICU ward.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, but Zhang Tianyang just paused, then quickly unpacked, connected the drainage tube, and sucked sputum for the patient.

In the excited state, the secretion rate is accelerated, coupled with the restless restlessness of the patient, it is likely to hinder normal breathing.

While operating, Zhang Tianyang approached her and comforted her warmly.

He made full use of his reliable +1 attribute and his sixth sense to identify the patient's emotions. After spending a long time, he finally stabilized the patient's emotions.

The patient named Li Qianmin gradually calmed down.

The expression of struggling on his face gradually faded away, the frowning brows disappeared until only a small hill remained, his eyes were closed due to the soreness from the force just now, and there were some suspicious crystals in the corners of the eyes.

The red that surged up due to emotional agitation gradually faded, and the already pale complexion looked even paler in comparison.

The whole body was not shaking so much, but it was still trembling uncontrollably.

Zhang Tianyang retreated with the used sputum suction tube to dispose of the garbage, and sighed at the same time.

The patient is hypoxic-ischemic encephalopathy, and he has epilepsy from time to time, and it is estimated that he will have another attack when he is emotionally excited.

The bed was next to it, and the attending doctor stood still.

With Song Changkong's reminder, he finally remembered this patient.

That's the poor woman who stayed in the Dongfang Hospital three times, accumulatively for more than a month, but the number of times her family members showed up could be counted on one hand.

After the patient's condition stabilized, he greeted Zhang Tianyang and surrounded him from a distance to talk.

"Sorry, I didn't realize for a while that she was the patient, and I said the wrong thing."

The attending doctor took the initiative to admit his mistake, with a sigh in his tone.

But it's not really his fault.

As the little head who manages the entire ICU ward, he handles dozens of beds of patients every day.

Even if many patients live for more than ten or twenty days, or even one or two months, after such a long time, the base number of patients in his hands is also very large.

It is impossible to see a patient who has been treated before and immediately recognize it.

This is the same with many senior doctors.

You have to remind the patient of his unique characteristics in order for him to remember.

When I was in the nephrology department, I usually said, "It's the one with hyperkalemia when I came here", "It's the one with the sequelae of cerebral infarction", "That's the little girl".

In the Department of Neurology, it is generally "the one with the tattoo", "the one with the white lungs", "the one who likes to shake his head".

But for tube bed doctors, it is another situation.

Most of the bed doctors are young doctors with little clinical experience, and there are not many patients in total, so naturally every one of them can be remembered clearly.

Sometimes you just say a name, and all the information about the patient, including gender, age, appearance, cause of disease, condition, test results, and medication, can pop up in the minds of young doctors

But when they grow into great doctors and have more patients in their hands, the patients will gradually become an entry that requires a "special code" to recall.

"You have also seen the situation. From now on, don't mention her family members in front of this patient."

The attending doctor earnestly instructed a group of junior doctors, shaking his head and sighing while talking.

"Speaking of which, he is also a poor man."

The rounds will be over soon.

Looking at the electronic clock, the time has just passed 10:30.

The white coats, who had been liberated so early, cheered secretly, dispersed with a bang, and went to their own things.

Completing the rounds early means that you have time to write medical records, prescribe medical orders, and do operations earlier, and then you can leave work on time and eat hot meals.

Otherwise, whether the lunch break can be guaranteed is a problem.

Zhang Tianyang took the time to go to bed 69 to teach the uncle breathing skills.

Although it still can't change the uncle's difficulty in breathing, at least it can make him feel a little better, which is better than nothing.

Then, he began to worry about Li Qianmin's affairs.

The patient was transferred from a lower-level hospital yesterday afternoon, accompanied and handed over by doctors from Yanling Hospital.

But it is true that the family members have not yet appeared.

For the time being, there are only the patient's own red handprint on the medical documents, and the place belonging to the family members is still blank.

Although the patient's condition was stable, Zhang Tianyang felt that nothing would happen.

But in case something really happened, all kinds of documents did not have the signature of the family members, after all, there would be some problems.

So he compared the phone number left by the patient when he was admitted to the hospital for the first time, and dialed the number for the sixth time.

"Beep-beep-"

Before the phone was connected, the little nurse who came in from the side door yelled at the top of her voice.

"Is Li Qianmin's bed doctor here?"

Zhang Tianyang glanced at the screen, hung up casually, and then responded, "Here!"

"Come out and have a look, it seems that family members are here."

The little nurse had a strange expression on her face.

Zhang Tianyang didn't care too much, but he was relieved.

If family members can still come, the situation is not too bad.

After the little nurse swiped his card out through the side door, Zhang Tianyang raised his head and met his eyes.

Then he froze.

"That's it." The little nurse pointed to the person in front of her, and then pointed back at Zhang Tianyang, "That's the patient's bed doctor. You can talk about it yourself."

Then, she simply retreated to the side of the treatment cart, and tidied up her things carefully.

A pair of eyes secretly drifted here.

Just plain curious.

She hadn't been in the neurology department for a long time, and she had never had any contact with this patient who was said to have come three times, let alone her family member who was said to be a dragon.

Zhang Tianyang squeezed out of the side door with his whole body, but he took a slanted step under his feet, put his toes against the side door that would be locked at any time, and then looked suspiciously at the little brother in front of him?

The age of the patient's husband is estimated to be 50 to 18 years old, and the son heard that he just went to college and should be around 19/[-] years old.

But the little brother in front of him seems to be 23 or higher, but he should be less than 30.

No matter which one it is, it seems that the age is not right.

Moreover, he was holding a lot of things in his arms.

Zhang Tianyang's eyes drifted across his arms, and he found that what he was holding was a pile of

Suction tube? !

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