I'm really an intern

Chapter 271 The Reality Is Too Heavy, Something Must Be Done

It turned out that there was no affectionate drama.

Never.

The patient's husband not only didn't want to control her, but even wanted to use her life to exchange money for himself.

When the patient wakes up, if this matter is placed on any patient in the ICU ward, the family members will cry with joy.

But when it comes to Li Qianmin, her husband has a bad attitude

Her son, although the head nurse didn't mention it in the chat with the little nurses, he has also shown his attitude with actions-he has never seen his mother.

The hospital where the accident occurred spontaneously delivered all kinds of consumables to the patient, and even allowed her to enjoy the unique "privilege" in the Oriental Hospital. It seemed to be full of warmth, and it seemed that there was still great love in the world.

But in fact, the hospital is only out of self-interest considerations.

They give away things, hoping for the well-being of the patients, and in the final analysis, they are looking forward to the well-being of themselves.

No cheating, no love triangle, no secret tenderness.

There is not even a shred of hope for good.

Yes, it's just a heavy reality.

And unreliable humanity.

Zhang Tianyang remembered the "depression" marked in the diagnosis when he looked at Li Qianmin's medical records.

With a family like this, how can you not be depressed?

His gaze subconsciously turned to the hospital bed in the distance.

It's completely different from the strong reaction after hearing the word "family" before.

The patient is now calm again.

Epilepsy comes and goes, but it seems to be gone now.

She lay on her back with her eyes open, quietly looking at the ceiling.

Pale complexion with tiny freckles.

There is still a touch of sadness between the brows.

The place where the tracheotomy is in place will send out a regular "exhale-inhale-" according to the frequency of breathing

It's really quiet.

Obviously such a good patient.

Zhang Tianyang thought for a while, and walked to the bedside.

"Your name is Li Qianmin."

His voice caught the patient's attention.

Because he could clearly see that the patient's eyeballs began to roll, then fixed in his direction, and even raised his head as hard as he could, trying to take a look at him, and then slowly lowered his head.

"Ah-ah-"

She managed to make two short, hoarse sounds to show that she was listening.

So Zhang Tianyang smiled gently, "It's a nice name."

It seemed that no one had ever said such words to her, and it was obvious that the patient on the hospital bed paused.

For a moment, she didn't know how to react.

"I'm your bed doctor."

Zhang Tianyang is still smiling.

Although he was wearing a mask, it was impossible for the patient to see.

But what you say with a smile is different from what you say with a straight face.

Such sensitive patients must be able to tell the difference.

"Let's do rehab."

"Come on, start with the right hand first."

Zhang Tianyang can't do much.

But he wants to do something.

Functional exercise continued until the end of get off work at noon.

Originally, this was the job of the bed nurses.

For patients who cannot move, nurses need to help them move their limbs for a certain period of time every day to avoid muscle atrophy.

For patients who can move on their own, after passively moving their limbs to exercise their muscles, they should be encouraged to perform rehabilitation exercises on their own.

For example, move your arms as much as possible, toes, try to lift your legs and so on.

Therefore, the 80-bed old man often mistakenly thinks that shaking his head from side to side can promote recovery

Zhang Tianyang worked very seriously. The little nurses were chattering around the head nurse to listen to all kinds of gossip. Later, they watched and watched, and spontaneously came to help after finishing their own work.

Li Qianmin is a woman, and they are also women, so they have a natural empathy, and she is really miserable

"I'm going to eat now, you take a nap at noon, let's continue exercising in the afternoon, okay?"

Zhang Tianyang bid farewell to the female patient tenderly.

"Ah, ah."

The airflow was circling around the opening of the tracheotomy, and Li Qianmin tried her best to raise her head to see the male doctor beside the hospital bed who had been with her for a long time.

"Ah, ah, ah."

She worked hard, jogging her head, but soon lost her strength and lay down on her back again.

"Then, I'll go first."

Zhang Tianyang took a last look, pulled away and left, and then stopped the little nurses who helped him to do exercises for the patients from time to time.

"Are you still here in the afternoon? Can I treat you to milk tea in the afternoon?"

"Huh? Why?"

"You don't get paid for nothing, tell me, what are your plans!"

"Hey, which one do you like? But there are several boyfriends here, I don't know which one you like~"

The little nurses left the range of the hospital bed, and their nerves, which had been a little depressed by Li Qianmin's incident, quickly recovered, and they chattered and asked questions.

Zhang Tianyang was sweating profusely from the unrestrained little nurses, so he quickly explained.

"Then what, I just want to thank you for helping the patient exercise with me just now."

"This patient is really pitiful, but I'm a boy, and it's inconvenient. I may trouble you in the future, so please help her when you have time."

The chirping little nurses were silent for a while, and soon became lively again.

"Hey, it's okay, it's easy to do, um, I want boba milk tea!"

"We also think she is so pitiful, but milk tea is still available, I want that burnt fairy grass"

"Actually, the patient is very motivated. It's obvious that she wants to get better soon, and we will help her! But how can you not order caramel when drinking milk tea! You are all heretics!"

"I want something refreshing. Honey lemon tea is ready."

The little nurses who have been in the clinic for a long time will not be polite to Zhang Tianyang. They have already expressed their appeals in a few breaths. Zhang Tianyang wrote them down one by one, and then selected them on the spot to place an order.

The milk tea for four people is actually not expensive at all, it's just a thought.

But this estimated time of arrival is a bit of a problem.

Zhang Tianyang looked at the order interface, then raised his head to ask.

"Well, it may arrive in half an hour. You should be there at that time, but I should go back. What should I do? Whose phone number are you leaving?"

"Hey! I'm asking for a phone call!"

The little nurses suddenly became excited again.

"Come, come, we four, whose phone do you want?"

"You are so excited, I'm afraid you want to give your phone number out? Don't worry, we won't snatch it from you~"

"Hey, stinky girl, do you have a spring heart?"

"What are you talking about, they are all interns"

"If you like it, you should hurry up. What's wrong with the intern doctor? The future is boundless. If you don't hurry up, you will become someone else's family."

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more biased, Zhang Tianyang's smirk could not hold back any longer, so he quickly retreated.

"Then what, then I don't want to call, I will transfer the money to you directly, and you can order it yourself? Wechat or Alipay?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Zhang Tianyang regretted it.

Because the eyes of the little nurses who were fighting and making noise all showed the look of "as expected".

"It's ok, little brother, adding WeChat is a step further than asking for a phone! This is the rhythm of making progress!"

Zhang Tianyang:? ? ?

No.

It’s just for money, you don’t have to add WeChat!

Isn't the payment code not working!

In the end, Zhang Tianyang didn't dare to add WeChat, and he didn't dare to say something like "payment code" that was sure to be twittered. He just asked for a phone number, and then fled amidst the charming smiles of a group of young nurses.

"Little Linlin is still cute!"

Thinking of the flushed and shy look of his little nurse, Zhang Tianyang couldn't help but sigh.

What have the little nurses in the Department of Neurology experienced?

What's the matter with talking about this kind of topic more fiercely than boys? Hey!

When he wandered to the gate of the ICU ward in a trance, Zhang Tianyang suddenly noticed Song Changkong who was standing beside the corridor, looking down at the phone screen and frowning.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice that Zhang Tianyang was not far behind him.

Zhang Tianyang followed his inertia and took two steps towards the lounge, then paused, and then retreated.

I almost forgot to tell Song Changkong.

He walked up to Song Changkong, coughed twice to get his attention, and then spoke.

"Mr. Song."

　Damn, I originally made an appointment with someone to eat delicious food on Sunday night, but I was let go of the pigeons, unhappy, huh!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)