I'm really an intern

Chapter 350 "Decent" Mister

Every search for a patient is an unknown adventure.

Schrödinger's Patient Theory:

You never know if a patient is lying in a hospital bed.

Zhang Tianyang deeply felt this again.

"Anyway, when you look for someone, you will never find them."

Except for the upstart man in Qiaoke on the 9th floor of the five-bed patients undergoing surgery on Thursday, the remaining four patients are all on this floor.

But he touched three wards and only managed to find one.

The little boy with hydrocele in bed 48 was his patient. When he went to see him just now, the child was taken out by his mother again.

The child's father called on the spot and told Zhang Tianyang, "The two of them will be back in about half an hour."

The patient in Brother Meng's hand who will have his kidney cut tomorrow is not in the ward either, so he doesn't know where he went.

Only one bladder tumor was found to be resected, and he sent him to the office to find Brother Meng.

"33 beds"

After finding the last ward, Zhang Tianyang stepped in, and his eyes quickly caught sight of the empty 33rd ward.

"Not here again"

There are two beds in this ward, and bed 33 is the inner one.

There are no patients on the hospital bed, but family members are there beside the bed.

A young man in short-sleeved shorts.

A visibly older woman.

Zhang Tianyang's eyes stayed on the woman for a moment, slightly surprised.

The woman looked to be in her early fifties, with subtle age spots on her skin, fine lines around her eyes, her hair seemed to have been dyed, the hair was black, but the roots were silvery white.

The clothes she wears are very simple, but she has a slender figure. When she is sitting there watching TV, her back is straight, and she has an elegant temperament all over her body.

This is actually quite rare in a hospital environment.

During the several months of Zhang Tianyang's clinical rotation, it was not uncommon to see all kinds of people, but in his impression, women of this age are mostly "haggard", "rustic", "unreasonable" and "loud". .

It has nothing to do with the word "elegant".

"doctor."

During the few seconds he was in a daze, the two family members had already seen him.

Zhang Tianyang froze for a moment, sighed, and walked inside.

The patient in bed 33 seems to be the one who has lived in various departments of Dongfang Hospital, the one who is sick all over

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"doctor."

The middle-aged woman has stood up.

The young man was a little slower, but he also stood up.

"What about the 33-bed person?"

Zhang Tianyang restrained his emotions and smiled.

"It's in the bathroom. Doctor, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged woman spoke slowly.

It is different from the usual family members of patients who are in a hurry and look anxious.

There is a feeling of "even if you become a family member of a patient, you must remain elegant".

But the strange thing is that Zhang Tianyang also felt her concern for the 33-bed patient from her, and she was not inferior to others at all.

The young man also looked very calm. After he didn't intervene at first, he just waited quietly.

No frizz, no distraction from the TV, or phone.

"Well, tomorrow's surgery is scheduled for you, and I want to talk to you, and have a pre-operative talk."

"Crash-"

As soon as Zhang Tianyang finished speaking, there was a splashing sound from the toilet.

"Sorry, I'll help you up."

The middle-aged woman nodded to Zhang Tianyang, bypassed him, and walked towards the toilet.

The young man didn't even come forward to help, but continued to watch, taking over the job of chatting with Zhang Tianyang by the way.

"Doctor, do you want to go there now?"

"Well, wait a minute"

Zhang Tianyang didn't look at the young man, but turned to look at the two people who came out of the toilet.

He finally saw bed 33 of Destiny's Child.

When I saw each other for the first time, the word "decent" flashed in my mind.

Bed 33 is not old, but the clothes on his body are gray-blue tones, and the style seems to be the same as that of the last century.

His figure is also very thin, a head taller than a middle-aged woman, and his back is also very straight.

Half-length hair, not short, well-groomed.

It's just that because it hasn't been dyed, it looks a little mottled with blackboard, showing an overall tone of gray.

With the support of the middle-aged woman, he walked towards the hospital bed with slightly smaller steps, and when he saw Zhang Tianyang, he nodded politely at him.

Zhang Tianyang leaned against the wall to make way for him, and nodded in the same way.

Watching the two of them pass by, he had some strange feelings.

The hospital is full of negative emotions such as anxiety, worry, despair, helplessness, and irritability all year round.

But in these two people, he didn't feel it at all.

The two were eager to walk together, and there was an inexplicable taste of the quietness of the years.

If you take a photo of the two of them at this time, pull out the characters and replace it with a promenade full of fallen leaves, it seems more suitable for the occasion.

The patient was helped to the bed and sat down.

The moment he sat down, a slight look of pain flashed across his face.

But soon, the whole person became "decent" again.

The middle-aged woman was also sitting on the hospital bed, looked at Zhang Tianyang apologetically, and then explained to the patient why the doctor came.

In fact, the ward was already very noisy, with shouting doctors and nurses, people walking back and forth, and the bustling movement of patients and their families.

But around bed 33, there was a quiet atmosphere.

Even the other patient in this ward subconsciously spoke at the lowest volume.

Zhang Tianyang observed secretly, amazed in his heart.

This should not be a pretentious gesture, but an instinct developed by a long-term temperament.

This family is very "elegant".

After thinking about it, Zhang Tianyang smiled and said that the last patient he sent to see Senior Brother Meng for a preoperative talk had just gone.

"You guys wait for a while, about 5 minutes later, go to the office, have a pre-operative talk, and sign."

"it is good."

"Then I'll go back first"

The 33-bed man stood up again.

"Doctor, I need your help with something."

"Ok?"

Zhang Tianyang stopped.

"I made an appointment for a gastroscopy in the outpatient clinic, and the original appointment was next week."

As soon as the man said it, Zhang Tianyang understood it instantly.

"Is it early?"

There are two ways to make an appointment for a gastroscope in the Department of Gastroenterology.

One is to make an appointment through the outpatient clinic. Unless there are special circumstances, it is generally assumed that the situation is not urgent, and then queue up in order.

The average appointment time is two weeks, and a gastroscopy can be done within half a month.

The other is to make an appointment through the inpatient system. For patients who are hospitalized for various reasons, the doctor in charge of the bed can directly make an appointment for gastroscopy through the inpatient system. Generally, it will be regarded as urgent by default, and then they will also be queued in this sequence.

The average appointment time is four days, and it can be done within a week.

The 33-bed patient may be thinking that since they are all hospitalized, they can go earlier.

Very reasonable request.

Zhang Tianyang readily agreed.

"I'll help you call the gastroscopy room."

When he walked out of the ward, he couldn't help but look back again.

The 33-bed patient, a middle-aged woman, and a young man, a family of three gathered around the bed, talking in low voices.

Sunlight poured in from the windows behind them and fell on their faces.

Zhang Tianyang saw the face of Mr. Decent in Bed 33.

Exuding golden light, but with a smile.

The family should never have been in the hospital.

They should be safe, secure, and at peace in their own homes.

Zhang Tianyang stood at the door for a few seconds and sighed softly.

"It's a pity."

(End of this chapter)