Back in 2002 as a doctor

"Don't hit my big baby!" The young man was just submissive, but he finally broke out when he saw his mother-in-law beating up his father-in-law.

Zhou Congwen wanted to cover his eyes with his hands, he couldn't bear to watch this scene.

So beautiful, so bright.

And what a big baby, I can't even listen to it.

Zhou Congwen only had one pair of hands, and if he covered his ears, he couldn't cover his eyes.Even for top-level difficult operations, Zhou Congwen has never wanted to grow a pair of hands so much.

"My dad is your big baby, what am I you!" The young woman asked in a daze.

"You're a little rascal."

The man ran in and started fighting with his mother-in-law.

Zhou Congwen sighed deeply, this guy is messed up.

Zhou Congwen was not interested in watching what happened next. He walked into the duty room, opened the window, and took out a ganoderma lucidum in his mouth.

The lighter jumped out like an elf, and a wisp of flame lit the cigarette.

The spicy taste seemed to be difficult to dilute the noise outside, Zhou Congwen was a little dazed.

Although he had seen countless things and was familiar with them for a long time, Zhou Congwen couldn't accept the weird relationship of this family for a while.

The old father-in-law and his son-in-law still have an affair, and they cheated in their own home. In addition, the young man held his head before, and couldn't fight back when he was beaten or scolded. It wasn't until the old father-in-law was beaten that he yelled a big baby and rushed up.

Is this true love?

Who knows, maybe.

Zhou Congwen took another deep breath of the cigarette and let it out.

Amidst the smog, the noise outside seemed to be a little quieter, but it still came into my ears clearly.

I don't know how long they have been arguing, Zhou Congwen has become a little numb, Shen Lang pushed the door and came in, his face was flushed, he looked like he had taken Shiquan Dabu pills.

"Congwen, you didn't read it." Shen Lang said excitedly, "I asked Lao Yao about it last night. Really, if I wasn't so busy yesterday, I could have seen what happened at the very beginning."

"You stitched up yesterday, didn't you compete with Lao Yao for the treatment room?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"There was a relatively heavy patient. I took it to the operating room for stitches. But I left without paying the money. I was so angry. It's fine if I don't pay the money, and I have delayed such a big thing!" Shen Lang babbled. .

Zhou Congwen could sense Shen Lang's regret.

This kind of deep regret was deeper than Wang Chengfa's refusal to allow him to undergo surgery before, and it also made Shen Lang's heart ache.

How could he be so good.

I didn't feel tired after a busy night, and my mind was full of these messy things.

"Congwen, do you think something big will happen?" Shen Lang gossiped.

"If there is any major event, if you can pass it, let it pass, if you can't pass it, leave it, so as not to die." Zhou Congwen said calmly.

"No no no, where do you see?"

"The patient's family members entered the room and said the patient was a big baby."

"Oh, that's still early. Later, the patient turned his back on the water and scolded the young man, saying that he seduced himself and ended up with anal fissure. Even if he was hospitalized, he didn't let himself go. There was blood after the operation, and he almost died."

Shen Lang guessed at the first time that Zhou Congwen didn't read the whole thing, he wasn't interested in such big things, it was really a very boring and boring life.

"..." Zhou Congwen was speechless.

"Later on, the patient said he wanted to call the police, and the family had a long row."

Shen Lang's eyes lit up when he talked about gossip, and the tiredness on his body disappeared.

"Hey, have you written your medical records?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's fine if I go home so early." Shen Lang took out a cigarette with a smile, "Do you think that young man will be overwhelmed?"

"do not know."

"Fortunately, it's a matter of the anorectal department. From Wen you said that if it's a matter of our department, how are you going to deal with it?" Shen Lang asked.

Zhou Congwen had a headache.

If it's about the thoracic surgery... I'd better leave it to the director. I'm a responsible doctor, so what does it have to do with me?

"Hey, you can't do this. I heard that you will leave after the next year. Mr. Huang will build an academician workstation in the Second Hospital of Medical University, and you will preside over the work.

How many people in the city know how to play, you will definitely encounter various things.Tell me, if you deal with it, what will you do? "

Shen Lang asked.

Zhou Congwen really didn't understand Shen Lang. For a doctor, working at the academician workstation, he might go to 912 in the future. It can be said that he will reach the sky in one step. Shouldn't this be very important?

But Shen Lang's eyes were on the trivial matters, what can I say about him.

Zhou Congwen thought for a long time, and finally shook his head.

He didn't know what to do with it either.

My luck in the previous life seemed to be good. Although I was relatively busy, I never encountered such unhandy things, Zhou Congwen thought to himself.

"Look, it's all clinical experience!" Shen Lang said proudly, "I'll follow up and tell you what's going on. Don't think it's not important, it's a big deal!"

"Understood." Zhou Congwen said weakly.

The outside is no longer messy, presumably the mother and daughter have left, and there is a mess.

Zhou Congwen got a headache from the trouble, he pulled himself together and went to the office with Shen Lang, but Shen Lang was not in a hurry to work, but whispered to several family members of patients in the anorectal department.

It turns out that Shen Lang still has an internal response, and Zhou Congwen once again refreshed his understanding of Shen Lang.

Chapter 0463

Zhou Congwen looked at Shen Lang's enthusiastic expression, and his mood was very complicated and mixed.

In his previous life, Zhou Congwen didn't like people like Shen Lang very much. In his opinion, all attention should be put on work, and it is better to be brave and diligent.

With Shen Lang's playful and smiling face, and his mentality of treating gossip more than a rare case, Zhou Congwen would think that he is definitely not a good doctor.

But after his rebirth, Zhou Congwen has undergone some changes. He is not as hard as he was in his previous life, and his heart is as iron as iron.

At this moment, Zhou Congwen saw Shen Lang's bright eyes, but he didn't feel contemptuous, nor did he feel that he was wrong, he just thought it was very funny.

I don't know what gossip Shen Lang can find out, Zhou Congwen even has expectations for the outcome of this matter.

But this process has nothing to do with Zhou Congwen, the patient is an anorectal patient, Shen Lang inquired about the process, Zhou Congwen drove all the chest patients back to the ward.

Really, what are you kidding, you came out with a chest bottle to watch the excitement, you thought you were a patient of the anorectal department?What if the breast bottle is squeezed out by crowding around in the crowd?

After checking around the room, Zhou Congwen found that one patient was missing.

Mr. Yang from Ward No. 6 was nowhere to be seen.

"Where are the others?" Zhou Congwen asked the other patients, patting the neatly folded quilt on the hospital bed.

"I don't know, I went out early in the morning." The patient's family members were still polite to Zhou Congwen.

early in the morning...

Mr. Yang is a patient with intractable tuberculous pleural effusion. He should not be treated in the third hospital, but should go to the infectious disease hospital.

But the side of the infectious disease hospital is very remote, Mr. Yang lived in depression, and he didn't want to continue living in the infectious disease hospital even if he died.

He was not in the active period of tuberculosis either, so he came to the Third Hospital through several connections.

In fact, Li Qinghua didn't want to accept him either. Even if this kind of patients didn't think about infection, they still had to consider the problem of occupying the bed.

Now the turnover of thoracic surgery beds in the third hospital is very fast, and having a bed occupied by Mr. Yang has a great impact on the department.

But people are floating in the rivers and lakes, face and favor are always taken into consideration.

After coming here, Mr. Yang was given closed thoracic drainage, which led to a large amount of pleural effusion. The daily drainage volume was about 300ml, and the chest tube could not be removed at all. It has been more than 3 weeks.

Zhou Congwen was worried about something wrong with Mr. Yang, mainly because he was afraid that he would see the excitement of the anorectal department next door, and would pull out the chest bottle when the patient's family members got emotional...

In the hospital, any weird things may happen, so we have to be on our guard.

No one could be found, so Zhou Congwen returned to the office.

"Li Ran, Mr. Yang in Ward 6 is not here, do you know where he went?" Zhou Congwen asked the doctor in charge of the bed.

"I asked several times, but the old man didn't say anything." Li Ran raised his hand, pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a crying face, "Every day we finish the house inspection, he disappears, and he doesn't have a drip...I suggest giving him a set of drips , even if you don’t order antibiotics and give a bottle of salt water.”

Zhou Congwen scratched his head, he walked to the door and shouted loudly, "Shen Lang!"

"Ah?" Shen Lang was happily chatting with the families of patients in the anorectal department in the corridor, and when Zhou Congwen called him, he reluctantly ran over.

"Mr. Yang in Ward 6 is not here, do you know where he went?"

"Going to play chess." Shen Lang replied immediately, living up to Zhou Congwen's expectations.

"Huh? Playing chess?" Zhou Congwen was taken aback.

"Last night, he walked around the world with a chest bottle. I saw that he was in a very good condition, not as sluggish as before, so we chatted for a while." Shen Lang said, "Guess what? There is someone playing chess in the central green area next to our hospital. He Found a place, there are chess friends."

Zhou Congwen was unhappy.

Chest bottle, the patient is still wearing a chest bottle!

It's all like this, but still looking for a place to play chess?What nonsense.

"Congwen, don't be angry." Shen Lang said with a smile, "I see that Mr. Yang is in a bad mood these days, but he was very happy yesterday. Take a walk when you have to, it's okay."

"What if something goes wrong." Zhou Congwen glared at Shen Lang.

"I'm not the director, nor the doctor in charge, nor the bed doctor, so I don't know what to do." Shen Lang pushed it.

Seeing that Zhou Congwen's expression was unkind, and there was still gossip on that side, Shen Lang and Zhou Congwen greeted each other and ran back again.

Zhou Congwen sighed.

According to the principle, the old man should be arrested and hospitalized.

But this old man is not a quiet master by nature, and putting him in the hospital can drive him crazy.

"Congwen, what should we do?" Li Ran asked seriously.

Shen Lang can ignore it, but Li Ran is the doctor in charge of the bed, so he can't escape if something happens.

"Let's go and have a look, and adapt accordingly." Zhou Congwen thought for a long time, and finally came up with a solution that was not a solution.

"Okay." Li Ran nodded.

Zhou Congwen asked Shen Lang to look at the ward, changed his clothes and went to the central green space with Li Ran.

200 meters to the east of the third courtyard, there is a large green space across a road.

Autumn is crisp and crisp, the top leaves have turned golden yellow, and the sun shines in colorful colors, which is really beautiful.

Zhou Congwen was not in the mood to pay attention to the beautiful scenery here, but squinted his eyes to look for Mr. Yang.

Really!

Is there such a patient?

Zhou Congwen was a little angry.

Although the hospital is not sterile, running out with the chest bottle will not cause infection, but there is a risk of the chest tube falling off after all.

Once something happens, who will deal with it, Mr. Yang or the group of uncles and aunts?

That was a pneumothorax, or an open pneumothorax, and if no one dealt with him, he would have to die in the central green.

"Congwen, why don't you tell the director to let the patient be discharged automatically." Li Ran said aside.

This kind of patient with poor medical compliance is really hard to keep, and Li Ran, the bed doctor, is naturally unhappy.

Zhou Congwen was noncommittal, squinting his eyes to look for the patient.

As soon as I walked into the central green space, I saw a familiar figure standing next to a table of poker players.

With his hands behind his back, he was holding the hook on the chest bottle in his hand, he looked like... like a boy from the Eight Banners who used to walk the birds in Sijiu City.

Zhou Congwen was taken aback.

"I'll tell him!" Li Ran strode over, and Zhou Congwen grabbed Li Ran's arm.

"What's wrong with Congwen?"

"Why don't we just do this first?" Zhou Congwen muttered as he looked at the leisurely old man Yang who didn't look like a patient, frowning.