, Back to 2002 to be a doctor

"Here, the burrs around this small nodule are uneven, and they look like malignant tumors, but according to the patient's medical history, it should be exercise-induced cerebral hemorrhage." Zhang You's hand hit the camera, and the bang bang sound was like Li Qinghua's heartbeat.

What Zhou Congwen said was actually true? Li Qinghua stared at the movie with his eyes fixed on it.

"Of course, watching movies is not enough." Zhang You raised his hand and looked at the time, "I still have half an hour, so I haven't had any meals in the morning."

The words in this sentence do not express the meaning, but Li Qinghua knew what Zhang You meant. He was preparing to do a test for Mr. Zhao, but the time was limited, after all, there were still surgery on it.

"We used to have to look for respiratory medicine for bronchoscopes, which was a problem. Last year, the department has a new one, but the operation is actually very simple." Zhang You took the film down and looked at Mr. Zhao and asked, "Have you eaten and drunk?"

"No." Mr. Zhao shook his head in a daze.

"I don't know what to do for the test, so I didn't eat or drink water." Li Qinghua said.

"Okay, you can tell by taking a bronchoscope. This disease is rare for ordinary people. It is very common in sports schools. Don't be nervous." Zhang You said with a smile, "Generally speaking, few doctors will think of this kind of diagnosis, so don't blame you. But Xiao Zhou is very good, and he can actually see it."

Li Qinghua was stunned for a moment.

"What else did he say?" Zhang You asked.

Li Qinghua took out the piece of paper that Zhou Congwen wrote the "medical record" and handed it to Zhang You.

"Oh?" Zhang You glanced at it and saw several keywords, "Diagnosing exercise-induced pulmonary bleeding, and recommending a bronchoscopy. Hahaha, Xiao Zhou is free and throws all these things to me as an old man."

"Really need it?"

"Of course, the film can only provide a preliminary diagnosis, and you will know it after you go in and take a look." Zhang You glanced at the watch again, opened the door and invited someone to prepare the equipment. Without any explanation, he took Li Qinghua and Mr. Zhao to the disposal room.

Li Qinghua was a little embarrassed, but if he rejected Zhang You's "good intention" at this time, he would probably not use it in the future.

I would rather wait until the inspection is over and ask Professor Chen to explain it clearly. Alas, I thought Zhou Congwen was a straightforward person and was very tough and easy to offend people.

But look at others, the director and deputy director of the Second Hospital of Medical University are in the same position, but he has a good relationship with both sides.

Especially the changes in Zhang You before and after, people like Li Qinghua felt it was difficult to accept. Zhang You did it too explicitly, but instead seemed to be afraid of Zhou Congwen.

Twenty minutes later, the image of the fiber bronchoscope appeared in front of Li Qinghua and Mr. Zhao.

Focal hemorrhage occurred in the basal segment of the left lower lobe of the left lung and at the location of LB10.

The red blood dyed the entire background red, like a pool of blood.

"It's here." Zhang You left a picture of the video and then extracted the fiber bronchoscope.

"How to treat it."

"Yes." Li Qinghua nodded repeatedly.

"Then I've had surgery and went back to tell Xiao Zhou that I had time to come to my house for dinner. Really, I don't know what to do in the grassroots hospital. I have been looking for him several times and said I don't have time. He, a young doctor, is even more busy than me!" Zhang You complained in a nagging manner.

Li Qinghua is muddy.

"Director Li, I'll leave this to you." Zhang You looked at Li Qinghua with a smile, "You are the director, and it's better to be in charge of the county magistrate. Let Xiao Zhou come to my house for dinner. If you don't eat, just arrange a week's shift for him."

Li Qinghua responded in a daze, and Zhang You turned around to go for surgery and left the two in the corridor of the ward.

Mr. Zhao took the image data of the fiber bronchoscope and looked at it repeatedly many times, "Director Li, it's really bleeding."

"Yes." Li Qinghua nodded, absent-minded.

He should have been very happy and inexplicably solved Mr. Zhao’s problem.

However, Zhang You "sincerely" invited Zhou Congwen to his house for dinner, but he did not invite him at all, which made Li Qinghua's mind a little confused.

Zhou Congwen is really an interesting person.

"Director Li, you are really talented." Mr. Zhao said with emotion with the evidence, "I have always said that the young people under your command always talk nonsense, but now I think about it. I am the one who talks nonsense."

"Mr. Zhao, look at what you said." Li Qinghua was instantly lost his mind and woke up immediately. He smiled and comforted Mr. Zhao, looking back and forth, he saw that Chen Houkun was not seen.

After leaving the ward of the cardiothoracic surgery with Mr. Zhao, Li Qinghua called Chen Houkun and explained a few words.

Such embarrassing things always need to be faced, and it will be even more embarrassing if you pretend nothing has happened.

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Li Qinghua took Mr. Zhao to see a doctor and Zhou Congwen to see a doctor.

This is something that the responsible attending doctor must do, especially when the director is not at home. However, there is no serious illness in the ward, so I quickly took a walk around and Zhou Congwen explained several doctor's instructions to be revised.

He sat on the chair, turning his left hand with his pen, thinking about what he wanted to do next.

They are all responsible for the doctor, are they still on duty? There are fewer people in the department, and it seems that they are embarrassed if they are not on duty.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~" A woman in her twenties turned pale and knocked on the doctor's office door.

"Who is looking for?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"The emergency department asked me to consult." The woman raised the film in her hand.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Zhou Congwen stood up and met.

"This morning at work, the grinding wheel flew out and almost cut me open."

Cut open... Zhou Congwen was a little uncomfortable with this bloody vocabulary, but he understood the situation described by women.

There are always some accidents during work. The Pearl River Delta began to become a world-wide OEM factory in 2001, called a sweatshop.

This description is not an exaggeration.

It can be seen from the medical industry that the finger replantation surgery in the Pearl River Delta is the first-class nationwide, because there are 50,000 to 100,000 fingers that require first aid every year.

There are very few similar patients in Jianghai City.

Zhou Congwen did not look at the patient directly. Although the woman's face was white, she had no family members or colleagues around her, which meant that the injury was very mild and it might be just a scratch.

After taking the film, Zhou Congwen took a look.

There is no abnormality in the chest cavity and lungs.

As long as you don’t get into the chest, even if it’s a deeper skin injury, just suture it.

"Come with me to the treatment room." Zhou Congwen led the patient to the treatment room, "Where is the injury?"

"Back." The woman had turned around and asked Zhou Congwen to look at her back.

There was a scratch on the work clothes. The cut was not big and blood was oozing around.

"Where are family members? Where are colleagues from the unit?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Doctor, I won't die, right?" the patient asked timidly.

"No, don't worry." Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, turned around and opened the door, and greeted a nurse.

"Take off the coat and I'll look at the wound." Zhou Congwen did not move, but leaned against the window and looked at it.

In similar situations, male doctors should not do anything, as well as the melon field and plum blossoms, even if it is daylight now.
Chapter completed!