I'm really an intern

Chapter 318

(Another chapter is blocked, crying (;︵;`))

There were four surgeries on Tuesday.

They are ureterolithiasis, nephrectomy, adrenalectomy, and bladder calculi.

The order of difficulty is easy, hardest, hard, and easiest.

This also takes into account the mental state of the operator.

Warm up with a small operation first, and then use your best energy to overcome the most difficult operation.

It happened to be noon, so I had a meal and a rest, and then continued to tackle less difficult operations in the afternoon.

Finally, Xiao Lianshou finished.

A perfect day.

Of course, it was a perfect day for the surgeon in charge.

Surgeons can start abstaining from oil and alcohol from the night before the operation to recharge their batteries.

But the little ones like Senior Brother Meng and Zhang Tianyang had to run around to cover everything except the operation process.

What a "miserable" word.

But if a little Luoluo can cover the "pre-sales and after-sales" of 19 patients by himself like Brother Meng, then this little Luoluo must also be very powerful.

Miserable is a bit miserable, but it is very training.

But now, Senior Brother Meng, who has been "trained" for a long time, decided to divide up this task.

"Junior brother, for these four patients, I only wrote the consent form for the ureteral calculi operation..."

Brother Meng was a little embarrassed.

I clearly said I would finish the work in the morning, but I was too tired and went to sleep, and only finished a quarter of it, and now I have to ask my junior for help...

"Shall I write with my brother?"

Zhang Tianyang smiled, took the initiative to occupy a computer, logged into the doctor's workstation, and clicked on the patient list.

"By the way, I saw the template of the surgery consent form in the document on the desktop, so I wrote one according to it, brother, take a look?"

Click the mouse lightly, and what pops up is the interface of Li Yueban with bladder stones.

"Hey, have you finished writing?"

Senior Brother Meng had obvious surprise on his face. He looked at the screen, glanced roughly, then turned his head to look at Zhang Tianyang, and then laughed "hehehe".

"Junior Brother, you are very capable!"

"Otherwise, the remaining two patients, we are separated?"

Zhang Tianyang blinked innocently, defenseless, and became Brother Meng's toolman.

"alright."

With nothing to say, I rolled up my sleeves and started working.

I often walk by the river, how can I not wet my shoes?

Zhang Tianyang, who has always regarded others as tools, also has a day when his horse stumbles.

However, his rich experience in medical records and the basic knowledge of urology played a role, and Zhang Tianyang worked very fast.

After writing the consent form for the adrenalectomy patient, Brother Meng is still withholding the details of the consent form for the kidney patient.

So Zhang Tianyang simply dug out the medical records of several discharged patients, compared their list of documents, and created a set for the two patients he was in charge of.

"Surgery informed consent, power of attorney, transfer and handover form..."

"Junior brother, have you finished writing? Let me see...huh?"

So when Brother Meng finally completed the consent form, what he saw was the complete set of paperwork for the two patients.

Brother Meng, who had always had a rather flat expression, lost his mind for a moment, and his mouth opened slightly.

"Junior brother, are you so fast..."

After looking at Zhang Tianyang with complicated eyes, Senior Brother Meng buried his head in opening the pile of documents.

"Let me see, modify it..."

Looking at it, his mouth gradually closed and his brows gradually frowned.

It stands to reason that according to his one-year experience with the tutor, all the medical records and documents written by the interns need to be revised by him.

Even if he is busy, he still needs to go through some important documents, such as the discharge summary and the consent form for surgery.

And often a lot of loopholes are found.

This is also the moment when he can show his prestige to the interns.

After all, he does look more gentle on the outside, and he doesn't have the deterrent power of a senior, so he can only use "strength" to let them know who is the boss.

But what about this document?

Brother Meng unconsciously sat up straight, pinched the mouse and dangled it on the screen, and flicked it back and forth. In the end, he didn't change a word.

Turning his head and glanced at Zhang Tianyang, Brother Meng's eyes were complicated.

I want you to share the work, but I don't want you to deprive me of my right to stand up!

Zhang Tianyang was already sitting in front of the computer next to him at this moment, typing something cracklingly, felt Brother Meng's gaze, tilted his head and blinked.

Brother Meng didn't speak, but slowly withdrew his eyes, changed to another document, frowned again and looked at it seriously, but the mouse still didn't click.

But obviously, the range of shaking the mouse increased, and it seemed a little irritated.

After reading all kinds of documents of a patient, another patient was changed.

Brother Meng frowned even more, but he still couldn't find a point to modify.

Change, change again, finally, at a certain moment, Brother Meng suddenly cheered up.

Click the mouse on the last two paragraphs of the first surgery consent form written by Zhang Tianyang.

"Junior brother, look here."

Zhang Tianyang was summoned, and Brother Meng seemed to have returned to his original calm appearance.

I saw him lightly clicking on the screen with the mouse, and after a few operations, he changed the format and position of the last two paragraphs.

"You see, Junior Brother, you need to pay attention to this kind of detail, otherwise there will be a space here after printing out, and there will be hidden dangers."

Zhang Tianyang stared at the unmodified paragraph on the screen, and nodded approvingly.

"That's how it is. I also know that the format here is wrong, but I can't change it, so I can only leave it here."

Brother Meng felt like a senior brother again, nodding and pointing out.

"Our hospital's system often has bugs. If you encounter similar situations in the future, just log in again."

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Tianyang got another trick, and he was in a good mood, so he pointed to the list of patients next to him.

"Senior brother, I have also created a complete set of paperwork for the other two patients. Would you like to take a look?"

"okay."

Unconsciously, his heart tightened, Senior Brother Meng clicked on the document written by Zhang Tianyang, and the mouse began to dangle helplessly again.

Change a document, still the same.

Another copy, still the same.

Another patient, as always.

Brother Meng's mouse swayed gradually, and next to him, Zhang Tianyang's voice rang out again.

"Brother, I just wrote their preoperative summary, can you take a look?"

Wrote again?

Brother Meng's mouse trembled, but his face was still calm, and he nodded slightly.

"Well, let me see."

Pretending to be calm, Brother Meng's mouse still trembled involuntarily.

Is this junior brother working so fast?

How long would it take if I wrote it myself?

The key is that the writing is still so...perfect?

A voice in his heart told him, "Junior brother looks very reliable, or else just look at it casually, and treat him as a student of the same level in the future."

But another voice told him, "The junior brother is just an intern. You should suffer more setbacks at this stage and develop an open mind. As a senior brother, you are obliged to do so."

The two voices continued to see each other, Senior Brother Meng could hardly maintain his superficial composure, and the mouse clicked faster and faster.

Zhang Tianyang silently watched the scrolling screen beside him, and watched Brother Meng click on a pre-operative summary, two, three, four, and finally, with a trembling of his hand, he clicked on the consent form for the kidney transplant patient.

Zhang Tianyang glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and was about to start printing out these documents.

Brother Meng wrote the consent form for this kidney transplant patient. Since he has started to read this, it means that the ones he wrote should have passed the test.

But before Zhang Tianyang clicked the print button.

In just two or three seconds, Brother Meng, who stared at the writing on the screen until his eyes were a little red, suddenly had a sudden change in spirit.

Zhang Tianyang watched from the sidelines, feeling that he had "resurrected from the dead".

"Junior Brother, come and take a look."

Senior Brother Meng pointed to the paragraph on the screen "vigorously".

"There is something wrong with the writing of this document. Let me correct it for you."

Zhang Tianyang leaned over with a dazed expression, hesitant to speak.

Could it be that the senior brother really didn't realize that this consent form for surgery was written by himself?

(End of this chapter)