Doctor of Healing

Chapter 144 The Art Area Is Gone

During this period of time, Jixiang was working step by step, and the days were dull, like plain water, it was always right to drink more if there was something to do.

Most days are like this, and the fast-forward button can be pressed.

However, in the iron-clad hospitals and the flow of patients, every wave of patients has to write a wave of medical records.The turnover of patients in the Second Affiliated Hospital is fast, and Ji Xiang's typing speed is getting faster and faster.

A few days later, one afternoon, the weather was sunny, and the director and professors were resting after the operation in the morning. The little doctor was busy writing medical records, changing medicines, and communicating with patients' families in the doctor's office.

Mr. Wu sat in the office bored and howled.

"Why did something go wrong again?"

The voice was a bit harsh, and the medical records in the office echoed softly, agreeing with Mr. Wu's statement.

"Mr. Wu, was the rescue really that tragic?" Lu Kai asked.

A patient just came, and the emergency department and the hospital manager are in charge of handling it.Lu Kai followed Mr. Wu to see the patient. He is a reserve doctor, and after seeing the patient, his face was quite ugly.

During the communication, several planning and training doctors vaguely knew a little bit about the situation at that time—the patient was a 21-year-old male who had injured his lower body in a car accident two months ago.

It is estimated that it was knocked into the air, and a severed urethral stump can be seen at the root of the operation area, and the diagnosis is "perineal trauma, loss of the operation area".

The doctors in the local hospital performed debridement, sutured the urethral stump and the skin at the root of the operation area, performed a bladder stoma, and placed a balloon catheter.

Because of the seriousness of the injury, the local doctors were not sure, so they sent it to the Second Affiliated Hospital, and let the higher-level hospital take a look.

After all, it was a major car accident, and the patient was disabled for life. It's okay for the higher-level hospital to take a look and take the blame.

Because the suturing doctor had studied in the Second Affiliated Hospital and had a good relationship with Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu did not refuse.

According to the local 120 emergency doctor, 3 people were killed and 1 injured in the car accident, and this young man was the only survivor.

But he is also unlucky, the surgery area is gone...

This time I came to the Second Affiliated Hospital because of dysuria, Mr. Wu diagnosed acute urinary retention after urethral trauma and was admitted to the hospital for treatment.

Similar patients are most likely to recur and not heal over the years.

"Of course, I asked the 120 emergency doctor, and they said it was a miserable life."

"Then why is he fine?"

"This is not very normal. I have seen patients whose body was penetrated by more than a dozen steel bars, and the distance from the heart was less than 1cm. To be honest, I still don't understand how the patient with bilateral pneumothorax survived to 120. Then call 119 to cut steel bars."

President Wu made an exaggerated gesture.

"Hey, if you have the chance, you must not pay 120. Sometimes you see too many tragic situations, and you have to drink an extra bowl of soup when you cross the Naihe Bridge. No, one bowl is not enough."

Lu Kai didn't quite believe it, but the patient was bumped directly into the surgery area and didn't become a eunuch. No matter how it sounds, it feels miserable.

"Mr. Wu, similar patients are not uncommon. Why do you have such a headache for him?" Lu Kai asked.

"Teach you to be good." Mr. Wu stood up, closed the office door, and lowered his voice by 10 decibels, "5% of the people we meet must have antisocial personality."

"Uh……"

"That is to say, patients and their family members may put the wrong thing on the doctor who received the treatment."

"Mr. Wu, it's too exaggerated." Lu Kai was surprised.

"Exaggeration? Let me tell you something." Mr. Wu shook his head, "In 15, a movie star posted a few photos on Weibo. She was receiving an IV in the hospital. There was blood under her arm, and the blood stained the bed sheet. "

"what!"

Hearing the blood-stained sheets, Lu Kai immediately perked up.

Ji Xiang remembered a few things, and the time point was similar to what Mr. Wu said, but he didn't know which one it was.

"At that time, netizens expressed that they wanted to flesh out the nurse who gave the needle, hold the nurse accountable, strongly demanded that the nurse be laid off, and criticized the hospital's leadership.

In short, the fans are heartbroken.

I read the comments, and almost all of them strongly condemned the violent nurses, and many even asked the medical management unit to investigate the hospital's financial problems. "

"I'm going, is it so serious? Did it just pierce the drum? Why?"

"After all, he is a movie star." Mr. Wu emphasized, with a playful smile on his face.

"Mr. Wu, the one who reversed later?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Oh, you didn't seem very old at that time, you still remember this." Mr. Wu smiled.

"Well, I have a little impression."

"What happened? What happened in the end?" Lu Kai asked anxiously.

"The movie star's public relations team is very good, and immediately realized the error of this Weibo, quickly deleted this Weibo, and reposted a revised one.

There is only one sentence before and after..."

Mr. Wu paused for a few seconds.

"I miss the medical staff of the motherland so much!"

"Uh, so it's abroad."

"Yeah, I knew that photo was from a foreign hospital, and the equipment was placed differently from domestic ones." Mr. Wu said proudly, "Later, the wind changed suddenly, and all fans began to feel distressed. As for the medical staff's fault Nobody cares."

"Ha, this is different from the patient just mentioned."

"It's probably similar. When you become doctors in the future, you should be careful and try not to make mistakes." Mr. Wu urged.

There is some lack of logic in this statement, but Ji Xiang knows what Mr. Wu means.

These years have been ups and downs, and everyone has lived like this.

From the beginning of the word doctor-patient dispute until now, I don't know how many things have been experienced, who can tell clearly.

Mr. Wu is right to be careful.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Please come in."

A dark-skinned, wrinkled old man pushed the door. His clothes were covered with dust, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of sorrow.

The old man didn't dare to enter the doctor's office, but asked timidly, "Doctor Wu, I brought my son here."

"Okay." Mr. Wu immediately stood up and prepared to see the patient.

That's what he said, but what he should do was not at all ambiguous.

Ji Xiang and Lu Kai followed Mr. Wu to see the patient. He noticed the appearance of the old man and the age of the patient that Mr. Wu said.

It should be the father of the patient, who is estimated to be in his 40s, and looks at least 20 years older than his actual age.

The friction of life, let's catch up with such a big incident at home.

After Mr. Wu went out, he came to the wheelchair not far away with enthusiasm. He was very enthusiastic about the patient, and he pushed the patient straight to the treatment room without the patient's family members pushing him.

After entering the room, several people helped the patient to lie on the treatment bed, and Mr. Wu checked the affected area.

A piece of yellowish gauze was covered on it. After taking it off, a 2 cm × 0.3 cm fistula could be seen at the suture site 0.2 months ago, and thick juice flowed out after squeezing.

Ji Xiang couldn't bear it in his heart, and was also afraid that something would happen to Mr. Wu, so he came to the system space with concentration.

(End of this chapter)