I'm really an intern

Chapter 61 The number you dialed is an empty number

On Friday, there were neither discharged patients nor new admissions.

Two of Zhang Tianyang's three-bed patients are still completing the examination results, and the remaining one is routine ascites plus a full set of physical examination.

None of the three patients reported critical or serious illness, and the daily course of disease should be written once every 3 days.

Having completed what he was supposed to do early, Zhang Tianyang fell into confusion.

When I was in the nephrology department, I encountered bad things every day. In addition to rescue and operation, I also had to perfect various documents.

Whether it is medical records or rescue records, it is commonplace.

As a result, he has also developed the ability to type medical records quickly.

It's all forced by life

But it seems that life doesn't force him so much after he enters the Department of Infectious Diseases?

Although I also encountered bad patients, some were sent away, and some slipped away, but it seemed that it was all about the brothers and sisters.

And since the other five five-year students automatically followed Zhang Tianyang, it seems that he doesn't even need to look at the patients himself.

In the past, he would visit the patient three times in the morning, afternoon and evening, but now, he only dared to visit the patient once in the morning.

Because after he went to see the patients, the remaining five white coats would automatically and consciously divide the work, and go to one person every hour, and after seeing the patients, they would report to Zhang Tianyang.

It is already too much for a patient to be watched by six white coats one after another in addition to the morning rounds.

If he insists on seeing the patient three times a day, then including other classmates, this patient will be seen 1+6*3=19 times!

it's too scary

Ordinary patients have to be frightened into critically ill patients

Zhang Tianyang flipped through the pages unconsciously, looking at the patients he managed, then at all the patients under the name of Senior Brother He, and then at the patients who had been discharged.

Although you can learn a lot by looking at the medical history, records, and doctor's orders, it is not as good as directly facing a patient, and then trying to figure out his cause, or directly saving his life.

"Is it destined that I should rest well in the Department of Infection Medicine?"

Zhang Tianyang muttered in a low voice, but was immediately stopped by Brother He who was watching the patient's test results.

"Xiao Zhang, don't talk nonsense like that!"

"You have to be on duty one day during the weekend. If you say something like this now, be careful that it will come true!"

Brother He flipped through his phone, and showed Zhang Tianyang the shift schedule, "Be careful, Xiao Zhang."

"On duty on Sunday." Zhang Tianyang looked at the schedule, "Brother, you are with me. Is there anything to pay attention to on duty here?"

Although Zhang Tianyang is busy in the nephrology department, he has never been on duty.

It is estimated that the secretary of the Department of Nephrology also knows that these five-year students have just graduated from the clinic, so it is not very reliable.

But the Department of Infectious Diseases is already the third department in their rotation, so of course they are on duty.

The doctors in the Dongfang Hospital are the first-line doctors, and the interns like Zhang Tianyang are the attendants.

"But there's nothing special about being on duty at night."

Brother He thought for a while, "Generally, it is to seal a tube for those patients who have ascites during the day, and then deal with it if they have a fever."

"Only very few cases will encounter more urgent matters, such as rescue."

"Should be okay?"

Brother He thought for a while, "It's not that easy to meet. Well, you have a shift with your senior sister before you get off work. The two of them come on Saturday, and the two of us on Sunday."

"Row."

Inexplicably, there was an extra day of vacation, and Zhang Tianyang simply agreed.

In fact, there is no good shift. The three patients are all in stable condition, but Senior Sister Chen's bed 59 is always thinking about drinking. Zhang Tianyang went to take a look at it before he got off work.

The 59-bed uncle collapsed on the spot.

"What are you doing! Come to see me more than a dozen times a day!"

"I don't drink anymore! You confiscate it! Confiscate it! You confiscated all the small treasury!"

Zhang Tianyang was helpless as he weighed what kind of rice wine he took from the uncle of bed 59.

The uncle is really unscrupulous in order to drink. The brand and packaging of rice wine are changed again and again.

"Master, we don't eat these confiscated, and your family members can take them away when you leave the hospital. We don't let you drink alcohol, not for us, but for your health!"

"Okay, okay, don't say it, I know! Say it more than ten times a day, is it annoying!"

The old man on bed 59 turned to face the wall angrily. Zhang Tianyang couldn't speak harshly when facing such an elderly patient, so he could only ask the doctor on duty to come and see more.

"Don't worry, Brother Yang!"

The students on duty on Friday and Saturday happened to be five-year students. They patted their chests and assured Zhang Tianyang, "Brother Yang, don't worry, we will definitely go there once an hour!"

"Thank you."

The other patients went to see Zhang Tianyang so many times that he was afraid that the patient would scare him, but this patient would not be able to tell when he would drink secretly, so he had to guard against it.

Fortunately, nothing special happened during the entire Saturday, and the five-year-old on duty did not find that the 59-bed uncle had hidden alcohol again.

On Sunday morning, each team finished their ward checks and the doctors on duty finished their shifts. Only Senior Brother He and Zhang Tianyang were left in the doctor's office.

"I'm going to put ascites on beds 82 and 83, and I'll take a look at my sister's uncle on bed 59."

After Zhang Tianyang finished his patient's operation, he made a detour to the 59th bed uncle.

"Humph!"

The 59th bed uncle didn't like him at all, but Zhang Tianyang was quite happy.

With his eyesight +2, he didn't even find that the uncle in bed 59 was secretly hiding wine, which shows that the uncle really gave up.

"You have to quit drinking, sir, for the sake of your own body, and also for the sake of your sons, daughters, and grandchildren. They also want to see you more!"

"I know, I know!"

The uncle on bed 59 waved his hand at Zhang Tianyang with a look of "I don't like you, you should leave quickly", still muttering.

"What kind of grandchildren, the old man is so comfortable eating his birthday wine today, he doesn't look like me, o(︶︿︶)o o(︶︿︶)o."

"What birthday wine?"

Zhang Tianyang's right eyelid twitched, and he wanted to ask again, but the uncle in bed 59 got angry and stopped talking.

If he remembered correctly, the one who was called the old man by the 59-bed man should be the original 58-bed man, and now he is transferred to another 8-bed man.

With a stone on his heart, he walked quickly to the ward, and at a glance he saw a set of hospital gowns neatly folded on the 8-bed bed.

The 8-bed uncle didn't wear today's hospital gown!

The patients in the two beds next to him and their family members expressed that they didn't know where the uncle in the eighth bed had gone, and asked three questions.

Zhang Tianyang didn't waste any more time, and hurried to the nurse's station, "The original 58 beds, the current 8 beds, are you here today?"

Seeing Zhang Tianyang's anxious expression, the nurses didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly looked through the nursing records.

"Ah, it was there during the rounds in the morning, but we couldn't find it when we went to check the blood pressure at 9 o'clock. Did you go for the check?"

"What kind of inspection! He finished the inspection long ago!"

Zhang Tianyang slapped his head, feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Quickly contact the doctor in charge of the bed, and at the same time find out the number registered by the patient and dial it

"Hello, the number you dialed is empty!"

Zhang Tianyang:? ? ?

Is there still such an operation?

　Make up the rest of the night, if I don't sleep, I will die suddenly

　　

　

(End of this chapter)