I'm really an intern

Chapter 287 Saying Goodbye Without Words

In the second week of neurology, Zhang Tianyang was a bit boring.

Perhaps it was because he felt that he only had one week left, and it would be inconvenient to assign patients to him.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that if he assigned a patient to him.He will buy one and get one free again.

In short, Zhang Tianyang has only two patients in his hands.

The three patients in Song Changkong's hands have not changed.

The uncle with white lungs on bed 69 gradually recovered after three or four days of difficulty breathing.

Eight days after he was admitted to the hospital, Zhang Tianyang ordered a bedside chest X-ray for the patient. The image came out, and everyone was surprised to find that the lungs could be seen again!

The original "white lung" field of vision was completely white, which shocked a group of people.

The lungs now look a bit like "seeing the sun through the clouds", and the white things have receded to the point where they only occupy about half of the lung lobes.

It even made a group of people drop their jaws in shock.

Zhang Tianyang has vaguely heard the whispered discussions of many white coats these days.

"It's really getting better. Look at this chest X-ray, it's all black, and there are these infection indicators..."

"It's so strong, this is the first time I saw a patient with white lungs and respiratory failure being rescued..."

"Has your hospital encountered white lungs before?"

"Yes, there are a few in the respiratory department every year, and they are immediately transferred to a higher-level hospital, but in the end I heard that they can't be saved."

"Hey, the doctors at Dongfang Hospital are amazing, and I've learned a lot..."

"To tell you the truth, I thought at first that this patient would not be saved. When the two teachers got into a fight, I thought they were fighting for responsibility..."

"I heard that Teacher Zhang is still an intern?"

"You don't care what his job title is, as long as you know he's great."

"That's right, our group of attendings, and Director Song, everyone here has to be called teacher..."

"But Teacher Zhang is really amazing..."

……

The improvement of Bed 69 has caused a small commotion in some areas.

But it was only during those two days that many white coats came and went by his hospital bed from time to time.

During the daily visiting hours, the family members of the 69th bed will also squeeze in half of their bodies from the entrance of the EEG room to communicate with the patients who are "close at hand".

The whole family, from the very beginning when they were all injured and sad, gradually regained their strength in the end.

Seeing the patient's obvious improvement day by day, and listening to Zhang Tianyang talking to them about the declining trend of indicators from time to time, the eyes of the family members are full of hope.

……

The situation of the 76-bed old lady is also improving steadily.

The waist piercing has changed from once a day in the first week to once every two days, and finally once every three days.

The extracted cerebrospinal fluid also changed from dark red to orange, and then to light yellow.

It is very close to the clear color of cerebrospinal fluid of normal people.

The old lady's family members, that is, the old man who copied the bulletin board, still often hang around outside the ICU.

After copying for so many days in a row, he has copied everything on the bulletin board.

He asked the old lady's bed doctor, Song Changkong, to print him some knowledge related to the old lady's disease.

Zhang Tianyang helped to run this leg, and when he handed over a stack of A4 paper with the temperature of the printer, he saw the smile on the face full of grooves.

"Thank you all..."

After thanking him very earnestly, the old man squeezed the printing paper with one hand, and dug through his rag bag with the other for a while, and then took out the stack of copying paper covered with handwriting.

After tremblingly putting the two things on the small table specially set aside for him by the nurses, he took out the ballpoint pen whose ink was half used up.

Then, put your face close to the printing paper, look at the handwriting on it, and then copy it on your own copying paper little by little.

The little nurses were chattering around doing their own work, dispensing medicine, giving injections, coming and going.

Occasionally see the old man.

It can be seen that half of his body is sticking to the table, copying seriously, but at the same time paying attention not to occupy too much space.

And keep going, coming and going.

Zhang Tianyang watched silently for a long time.

In the end, he didn't ask and didn't bother.

Perhaps, copying materials for his wife is a ritual for the old man.

……

The youth with 78 beds of tattoos has entered a state of sobriety.

But because of the fracture, he still can't move around.

It's been a hundred days of injury, not to mention that he has broken several segments.

The exoskeleton on his left arm firmly restricted his arm's movement.

Every time the patient starts to tremble, not only the air mattress will creak, but also the exoskeleton will rattle.

But, after all, he woke up.

When you wake up, there is hope.

The middle-aged man would stand at his fixed visiting point every day during the fixed visiting time, stare straight at the hospital bed inside, and then call his son.

He is very happy, because now, occasionally there will be a little response on the phone.

……

The 80-bed old man still started doing "head shaking rehabilitation" every ten minutes.

The attending doctor said it again during the ward rounds, and it was useless to shake his head like this.

What responded to him was a burst of creaking.

The patient's family member, Zhang Tianyang, was not familiar with him.

But I heard from the little nurses that they are also a very optimistic family.

Not a family, do not enter the door.

……

Li Qianmin is working hard every day in rehabilitation.

Every time she visits, there is finally a figure in front of her hospital bed.

Although it is still not as lively as the family members in twos and threes next to the hospital bed, but she should be satisfied, right?

The little nurses gossiped about the situation, and Zhang Tianyang listened casually.

I heard that the two of them were discussing how to divorce that man.

The chirping little nurses made many suggestions, but none of them seemed feasible.

In the end, the two women actually contacted the hospital where the accident happened.

Li Qianmin's husband wanted more compensation, so he kept arguing with that hospital, biting down a number and not letting go.

And the woman went over and directly opened half of the number that the man would bite to death without letting go.

The requirement is that the hospital must help them, adapt the patient's story into a short story, win social sympathy, and then hire a lawyer, file a lawsuit, and divorce the man.

When they got the news, a group of young nurses and doctors were very sad.

But this is the path chosen by the patient himself, then and now...

……

The existence of the National Day led to Zhang Tianyang's internship period being extended by two days.

This is because the rotation progress of the interns in each group is different. The Academic Affairs Office is afraid that some small departments, such as the dermatology department, will only stay for a week and will be vacated directly.

It was simply postponed for a week.

On the last day of September, at [-]:[-] pm, Zhang Tianyang made his last round in the ICU ward.

I took one last look at the patient and asked about the last illness.

Then he didn't say anything, and walked to the lounge as usual.

"Are you ready to rotate to the next department?"

Song Changkong ran into Zhang Tianyang at the door of the lounge and had a chat.

"Well, I'm going to change departments. What about you, Mr. Song, how long are you going to stay?"

"I still have one and a half months."

Song Changkong grinned, then stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Doctor Zhang."

Zhang Tianyang reached out and held it, "Me too."

Nest the white coat, put it in a plastic bag, and put it in the bag.

Zhang Tianyang walked out of the lounge and walked through the corridor as he usually does any time he gets off work.

"Teacher Zhang."

"Ms. Zhang is off work."

"Doctor Zhang."

The little doctors who passed by greeted them politely.

The familiar family members also greeted him.

"Doctor Zhang, I'm off work."

The middle-aged man did not know when he became acquainted with the old man who copied the materials, and the two were chatting about something together.

The old man also saw Zhang Tianyang and waved hello.

Li Qianmin's family members didn't seem to be there, but the family members of the Baifei patient were neat and tidy. When they saw Zhang Tianyang, they greeted Zhang Tianyang warmly.

"Doctor Zhang, would you like some fruit?"

Just in time for the hospital meal.

The aroma of food wafts through the entire floor, and the sound of tinkling comes from the collision of lunch boxes and iron spoons.

Zhang Tianyang thought for a while, then smiled, "Okay."

He reached out and took one from the large bag of fruit handed over by the other party.

Discovery is an apple.

It is a little yellowish in length, and it is only medium in size.

But Zhang Tianyang laughed instead.

He nodded to the family members of these patients, then waved and left.

Behind him came the greetings from the family members.

"Doctor Zhang, are you leaving?"

Zhang Tianyang has seen the medical records of these patients.

Some homes are in Yangcheng, while others are not.

Some are still in Guangdong Province, and some are transferred from thousands of miles away.

He didn't know when those patients would suddenly be discharged from the hospital.

I don't know if I will have a chance to see them in the future.

But there was no meaning of saying goodbye.

He has already prepared the handover, and starting tomorrow, a new doctor will replace him and become the new bed doctor.

Perhaps more handsome than him, perhaps more lively than him, perhaps more responsible than him.

But not far off.

We met by chance, but for the patients and their families, it was nothing more than a change of doctor.

Maybe it's not much different from when they ate in a restaurant and changed a waiter to serve the food.

So Zhang Tianyang only responded once.

"Well, let's go!"

Then I said something silently in my heart——

"I wish you well."

May you be healthy and healthy after you leave the hospital, and never see each other again in this life.

　Neurology is over (﹃) The next department is going to be exciting, hehe (﹃)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)