Those years when I hung up and upgraded in the hospital

Chapter 215 Follow-up Intern

After briefly allocating the beds, Fang Yun was responsible for the patients in beds 8 and 9. Then, without giving Fang Yun any time to prepare, An Luming led the team to do ward rounds.

During the ward rounds, Fang Yun even realized the power of formal ward rounds.

The bedside doctor introduced the patient's basic condition, and then Zeng Tai and Xiang Wanqiu, the attending doctors, explained the general treatment plan. Then, under the questioning of two associate professors, An Luming and Chen Zhiyuan, the professional doctoral students discussed the cutting-edge scientific research on the current disease. Let’s do a summary and popular science.

Below, the master's degree and the social training personnel of the hospital's standardized residency training were trembling, for fear of being asked questions. There were four new interns, looking around like curious babies.

They hold notebooks, paper and pen, and don’t know what to write down or what not to write down.

Even when it was Fang Yun's turn to be in charge of the beds, Fang Yun, the new training doctor, was not required to report medical records. An Luming's own doctoral students took the initiative to report the basic information about the beds and handed it over to Associate Professor An Luming and Chen Zhiyuan. The two gave instructions on the follow-up arrangements.

"Beds 8 and 9 are both after surgery. Let's wait and see when we can leave the hospital in the next two days." An Luming said while smiling at his family members: "Go back to rest?"

"Professor An, if there is no shortage of beds, we can stay for two more days." The 8-bed family member is his wife, with a smile as bright as a flower.

"Hey, how can we stay for two more days? We agreed before the operation to follow our doctor's arrangements."

"Think about it, before you moved in, you really wanted to have a bed, right? Now that you have completed the operation, the effect is good, and there is no infection. Why don't you go home to recuperate? Think about it in another person's shoes." An Lu Ming spoke and moved his hands in a very down-to-earth manner.

When encountering the unpretentious professor, the attitude of the patient and his family members was quite good, and they sighed: "Oh, Professor An is here to persuade me, otherwise I would like to stay a few more days, so it is safer."

"Thank you, please give me some respect." An Luming slightly cupped his hands.

Just as he was about to go to bed 9, the family member of bed 9 said: "Professor An, please be flexible and let me stay one more day, just one day."

"Okay!~" An Luming was also very easy to talk to and didn't mention professional matters at all.

Only then did a doctor explain: "Master, his preoperative inflammation indicators were not very good. He probably needs to be reexamined before he can be discharged."

"How is the condition of the wound? Is there any fluid or blood?" An Luming asked, seemingly not very clear about these details.

"It was fine when I changed the dressing yesterday." The doctor replied.

"That's fine. I'll recheck the inflammation indicators today. If the indicators are good, I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning." An Luming said.

"Hey, Professor An, didn't you say you would let me stay one more day?" The family members of the 9th bed suddenly became excited.

"Today is the day." An Luming lied naturally.

Seeing that the family members' expressions were wrong, An Lumingcai smiled and said: "Okay, eldest sister, if I really tell you with a sad face, you have to stay with me for a few more days. I guess you won't be able to sleep well for two days." .”

"Go home and have a good rest. It's so comfortable at home. Right..."

An Luming smiled and led the others back out of the ward.

The wards in the department, like most wards, have three beds to one room. Only the intensive care unit and the isolation ward have been opened with double and single rooms.

"Professor An is really good at joking, and he doesn't have the airs of a professor at all..."

"Then it would be good to have a professor's level. Professor An is the director..."

There were also jokes from the patients behind them. No one likes the professor's airs, but he likes the professors' skills more.

Fang Yun just followed, as if he was just watching things, and then there was nothing more. He didn't even remember a dime of the doctor's orders, but he only said "discharge tomorrow".

After leaving the house, a doctor said to Fang Yun: "Doctor Fang, check the inflammation indicators, liver and kidney function electrolytes later, and stop today's postoperative medical instructions except for heparin and long-term self-prepared medicines. All Long-term medical orders stop at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you for reminding me." Fang Yun added a few more words. "You're welcome, Doctor Fang." The doctor was also very polite and followed him forward again without any restraint.

Only then did Fang Fang Yun find out that these doctors were all assistant hospital chiefs, equivalent to six doctors in the team. Each of them was looking at three to four patients, and the corresponding medical orders, operation schedules, and quality control of medical records were all They were the ones to do it.

A bedside doctor like Fang Yun only needs to be responsible for writing medical orders and writing medical records.

There is power in numbers. With so many pairs of eyes watching, there will be little trouble with the medical records. And finally, there is the real overall quality control of hospitalization and discharge medical records.

Fang Yun sniffed.

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For subsequent patient rounds, Fang Yun could only open his 'eyes in the sky'. He didn't know the diagnosis, preoperative examinations, postoperative examinations, or even what kind of surgery was performed. The supervising doctors and doctors didn't know. Don't tell Fang Yun specifically.

Professor An Luming, Professor Chen Zhiyuan and others knew it well and made detailed plans and arrangements one by one.

Among them, Chen Zhiyuan is responsible for controlling medical orders and management of patients with poor prognosis, and Professor An Luming is responsible for persuading patients to be discharged from hospital. It seems that their tasks are clearly defined.

After checking the room all the way, the time has reached nine ten.

An Luming asked a doctor: "Are there no patients in our group?"

"No, Master." The doctor replied.

"Okay, Zeng Tai, please arrange these interns. I have an outpatient clinic in the afternoon. I will do the surgery in the morning. The rest will be left to Professor Chen." An Luming put his hands on his hips generously. He didn't seem worried.

"Teacher An, if you are unsure, you still have to save time to come back and take a look." Chen Zhiyuan has a high forehead and a typical Mediterranean hairstyle. He looks very strong.

"Humility is still the modesty of our Professor Chen."

"Well, there is nothing else to do. There is also a new arrival in the team today. Li Jiahua, you are responsible for some training." An Luming looked at his doctor...

Then An Luming left, but before leaving, he glanced at Fang Yun one more time, then turned his head and said something next to Zeng Tai. Zeng Tai also looked sideways at Fang Yun, but did not do anything immediately.

After arriving at the doctor's office, Fang Yun, a trainee doctor, and Gong Leyang, a resident trainee who had just rotated from joint surgery to trauma surgery this month, were taken aside by Li Jiahua, Dr. An Luming.

While taking out his mobile phone, he said: "Two brothers, please join a group first. One is our group's doctor group, and the other is our group's happy group. Do you understand?"

Gong Leyang asked with a smile: "Brother Li, only special matters need to be posted in this group of doctors, right? The rest are just happy groups?"

"Yeah, there are no superiors in the happy group. I will point out any small mistakes in the group."

"Brother Liu Chuntao, the chief resident, will join you in the department group later. Don't post anything inside. Unless it is an extremely urgent situation, such as an emergency such as a patient dying."

"In the group, the first thing to do is to @severe professors and the resident chief." Li Jiahua explained.

Then, after Li Jiahua explained some details, Chief Zeng Tai came over with an intern beside him: "Fang Yun, come on, this student will bring it to you. I can help you write a medical record or something."

"Lin Xin, this is your teacher during your internship. He will do your attendance assessment. You can't leave early or be late. It's best to follow Dr. Fang Yun's schedule." Zeng Tai told the intern. So explain.

The intern was trembling a little, nodding and calling Teacher Fang.

At this time, both Li Jiahua and Gong Leyang fell silent. Looking at Zeng Tai and Fang Yun, as if thinking, these two people don't have any homosexual feelings, right?

Can training doctors also take interns?

(End of this chapter)