I'm really an intern

Chapter 43 The Cries That Are Always Imprinted in My Heart

"what can we do?"

Professor Zhu turned around and looked specifically at Zhang Tianyang.

"Doctor Zhang, what do you think we can do?"

"The first round of rotation? But it should have been learned in class, liver cirrhosis, liver failure but patients, what can we do?"

Zhang Tianyang shook his head.

"Can't do anything."

"Yeah, nothing can be done."

Professor Zhu shook his head lightly.

"Liver cirrhosis is a disease that cannot be reversed. We can only slow down the progress of the disease as much as possible and treat it symptomatically.

Liver protection, jaundice reduction, ascites release, albumin supplementation, and antiviral drugs for those with hepatitis B.

We can only delay it as much as possible, but we cannot cure it.

It's not that if you don't want him to die, he can't die. "

Seeing Zhang Tianyang's serious face, Professor Zhu patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"How long has it been around?"

"I'll get used to it later."

As Professor Zhu spoke, his style of painting suddenly changed.

"Xiao Zhang, you are very nice."

Zhang Tianyang was stunned for a while, but he didn't wait for Professor Zhu to explain what was good.

A group of white coats continued computer rounds.

There are more than one patient in eight beds, and every patient is worth their efforts to save.

Performing their own duties, Senior Brother She was typing out the critical illness notification letter, while Zhang Tianyang stood behind him to read.

"The patient is in a state of liver failure, and his condition continues to deteriorate. Recently, his renal function has deteriorated sharply. He has lung infection at home, respiratory failure, and acute heart failure. He is in critical condition and may be life-threatening at any time. We hereby inform you."

Bed 8's condition developed rapidly.

Before the rounds in the morning, the patient could still talk, sit up and eat.

Halfway through the rounds, a little nurse ran over.

"Professor Zhu's group of doctors, it seems that your 8 beds are dying, and the family members are looking for them."

Professor Zhu reacted quickly, saying "wait for a while, rescue over there.", and ran away.

Zhang Tianyang followed closely behind, and when he hurried to the ward, he saw that the uncle in the eighth bed was unconscious.

The monitor next to the hospital bed beeped, accompanied by the sound of the patient's strenuous breathing.

Professor Zhu conducted a quick physical examination again and shook his head.

"Did you call the ambulance to take him back? As soon as possible, try to send him home."

The family members nodded.

From where Zhang Tianyang stood, he could see his clenched fists trembling behind him.

"Doctor, is it really not possible?"

The patient's wife was also called back. She rushed up and grabbed Professor Zhu's hand tightly.

"He fainted before, and he also fainted, and he was sent to your hospital, and you rescued him.

It's okay this time too, right? "

"mom!"

The family member quickly pulled her back, but her eyes were also red.

"It's helpful, right?"

The woman tilted her head and stared at Professor Zhu, watching her shake her head, her eyes gradually became desperate.

"He was clearly still awake in the morning!"

"It was just fine!

Still talking to me.

Also, you can still eat.

He likes to eat the oranges I peeled for him the most, and he ate them just now.

He's obviously fine!

Why can't it work? "

"Mom! Don't do this."

The little brother hugged the woman tightly from behind, he could stop her body, but he couldn't stop her tears.

The family members were emotional, and Professor Zhu couldn't say anything, so he left the ward with a group of white coats.

Zhang Tianyang walked at the back, and when he left the door, he couldn't help turning his head.

"Tell me! Why didn't it work all of a sudden!"

Half of the woman's body was already paralyzed on the little brother's body, and her facial features were squeezed together because of the pain.

"You, you, I, I, I'm going to take him home, I, I woo"

Tears flowed wantonly along the gully on her face, the woman suddenly broke free from her little brother and flung herself onto the hospital bed.

"Hey, don't go, okay? Open your eyes and look at me, look at me"

When he reached the end of the corridor, Zhang Tianyang could still hear the woman's wailing.

The patients in the surrounding wards were exceptionally quiet.

It seems that everyone knows that a patient who is suffering with them is about to leave.

It seems that everyone knows that this day will come sooner or later.

Professor Zhu continued to make ward rounds, and at the end, the patient who was rounded couldn't help but speak.

"Another one?"

"Ah."

"Oh, it's life"

10 minutes later, the car came.

A group of people surrounded the 8-bed uncle, crying and walking, drifting away.

Professor Zhu negotiated with the family members to let them go first, and then come back in a few days to take out the hospital summary and leave the hospital.

Brother She was busy with bed 8, Zhang Tianyang found a computer near the door, and was going to look at the medical records of other patients.

"crunch-"

The door of the doctor's office was pushed open, and a man in a suit leaned halfway in.

"Hello, teacher."

Zhang Tianyang froze for a moment before realizing that the man was calling him.

"I specialize in transshipment. This is my business card. Call us if you need it."

A stack of business cards was respectfully put into the small box on the upper left corner of the table by the man.

"Teacher, you are busy."

The man left, but Zhang Tianyang's eyes remained on the small box.

If I remember correctly, Professor Zhu took it out from here just now.

He reached out and squeezed out a business card.

The white background, the simple blue lines, and a few large characters stand out——

"Rescue Rescue"

There is also a phone number and a line of small words below——

"xx transfer, take you home!"

take you home?

What kind of patient needs to be sent home by ambulance?

I'm afraid it's the last ride, right?

Zhang Tianyang smiled wryly, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Never before had he felt so helpless.

Some diseases can be cured, but most diseases, doctors can't do anything about it.

This is the case for the 8-bed uncle, and it is also the case for all the patients with liver cirrhosis who are hospitalized on the third and fourth floors.

Live a day, lose a day.

Live a day, earn a day.

"do not be upset."

The afro-haired senior sister pushed Zhang Tianyang, who was holding a business card in a daze, and took his computer away while he stood up stupidly.

While quickly prescribing the doctor's order, he still didn't forget to continue to comfort him.

"Be normal, everyone will die, the patient will die, and so will we."

"By cheering up, we can help more people!"

"I know."

Zhang Tianyang put the business card back carefully and smiled.

"Yeah, cheer up."

Brother He came over with a stack of medical records at this time.

"Xiao Zhang, you did a good job. Fortunately, you discovered the patient's condition in time.

If it is later, the patient may not be able to go home. "

He smiled at Zhang Tianyang, "Professor Zhu still has to go to the Overseas Chinese Medicine Department to see patients, so I'll leave everything here to me."

"Actually, Professor Zhu doesn't let you interns take care of patients, but as for me, I just take advantage of my power."

"In name, it is said that we are in charge together."

He waved the medical records in his hand.

"Bed 82 just came in today, and Xiaoshe probably won't be free. Do you want to take care of it?"

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