Chinese medicine: When you do things to the extreme

Chapter 49 Little Follower (Please collect and read)
There was a chaotic handover, chaotic positions, and chaotic characters. Zhou Yanqing stood in the corner and felt that a huge amount of information was pouring in.

The information of a large number of unfamiliar discharged patients was mixed with that of newly admitted patients, and the content of Professor Tan Zhongyu and the head nurse's report on the hospital's weekly meeting was mixed together.

After being flooded with information, Zhou Yanqing felt his mind was empty.

During the following ward rounds, Zhou Yanqing felt as if he was out of the world. Led by Professor Tan Zhongyu, there were a total of twenty-one people following, including Zhou Yanqing.

The layers are clear like a pyramid.

Associate professors, attending physicians, chief residents, first, second and third year PhD students, first, second and third year Masters students, ordinary social training, interns, and Zhou Yanqing, a special young commissioned doctor, and interns.

During the ward rounds, Zhou Yanqing finally saw the true state of Professor Tan Zhongyu. Tan Zhongyu could be regarded as the ceiling of the food chain in the group. When he caught an intern, he asked the intern questions; when he caught a master's degree, he asked the master's degree questions; when he caught a doctoral degree, he asked the doctoral degree questions.

After a round of teaching rounds, the master's degree student was trembling and hiding at the back of the crowd, while the doctoral degree student was being abused and crying for help.

Chief resident Ning Zhu was ridiculed so much that he turned into an ostrich and kept his head down the whole time. The attending doctor had a timid look in his eyes, and even Associate Professor Huang had a worried look on his face, as if he was afraid of being called out.

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Finally, Zhou Yanqing was dragged in an unfamiliar environment for more than three hours, and the ward rounds were not over until 10:30 in the morning.

After finishing the ward rounds, Professor Tan Zhongyu did not talk to Zhou Yanqing. Instead, he simply said, "Just follow Chief Resident Ning Zhu," and then yawned and left.

Zhou Yanqing could understand it. Professor Tan Zhongyu is so old and he performed an emergency surgery until late at night yesterday. It would be a lie to say he wasn't tired.

Ning Zhu breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Professor Tan Zhongyu leave, and touched the Mediterranean embryonic form on his forehead - the big forehead: "Xiao Zhou, you may have to suffer with me for a long time in the future."

"I'll give you some time to take care of it today."

"There are three main things you need to do. First, get your white coat. Second, bring your razor to the department. Third, go to our hospital's medical department and change your practice address from your original workplace to our hospital..."

"When you're done with this, come back and see me."

"Okay, Teacher Ning." Zhou Yanqing nodded in agreement.

"From now on, just call me Brother Ning or Brother Zhu." Ning Zhu yawned, and then walked towards the small nest of the resident general office.

Zhou Yanqing didn't dare to delay and quickly started to run various procedures.

First I went to the warehouse, paid the money to get a white coat, then bought a bag to put the new white coat into my backpack. After returning to the rented house with the backpack, I picked up the relevant documents and went straight to the medical department of the administrative building to go through the application procedures for change of practice location.

Nowadays, such procedures can be processed and reviewed online, which is very fast.

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At around 1 p.m., Zhou Yanqing went to the department again and knocked on the door of the small warehouse diagonally opposite the doctor's office, which was the 'General Inpatient Office', but no sound came from inside.

Zhou Yanqing knocked again, but still no one answered. He then gently turned the doorknob, pushed it open, and heard a faint snoring sound.

Apparently, Ning Zhu, who had been staying up all night, couldn't bear it any longer.

However, Zhou Yanqing saw that there was a lunch box and a note left by Ning Zhu on the table in the resident office.

"Eat first, sleep first, keep your phone on, and be ready to get up and work at any time. (You sleep in the doctor's lounge)"

Zhou Yanqing looked at it, smiled, and unceremoniously took the lunch box to the doctor's lounge.

Zhou Yanqing is not particularly picky about food. Apart from the leftovers that even dogs won’t eat, anything else can fill his stomach.

After eating, Zhou Yanqing seemed a little at a loss.

In fact, the purpose of following the chief resident is not as clear as that of the ward manager.

If he was in charge of a bed, Zhou Yanqing could quickly get started, write medical records, think about the bed he was in charge of, and then go to the exercise room to see it when he had time. He had heard from Brother Zhu Qin that the exercise room in Xiangya Hospital was relatively high-end, with relatively high-end equipment, and "full of talents".

When there is nothing to do for the time being, what Zhou Yanqing has to do is to recognize people.

It’s very simple. I opened the group of non-professor doctors in this group and took notes on the people in it one by one.

The most eye-catching one is of course the attending physician Liu Qingshan, followed by the chief resident Ning Zhu. Then there are some PhD fellows...

Dong Jiaguo and Zhou Yanqing saw this eye-catching name.

This was a master's degree graduate from the same class as Zhou Yanqing, whom Zhou Yanqing had heard about from his elder brother Zhu Qin before. He had wanted to find a job at the First Affiliated High School of Hengda University. Zhu Qin said that in January this year, he had passed the half-layer suture of the orange peel and may have completed the deep suture of the tofu.

As for the others, such as Lin Hua, Tian Chao and others, Zhou Yanqing could only get to know them slowly in the future. He just had a rough idea of ​​the names of the people in the group.

Zhou Yanqing finally slept for a while, but only for a short while before he was woken up by Ning Zhu's phone call.

"Xiao Zhou, let's go. There's a patient with a half-severed middle finger in the emergency department."

"Let's go over and take a look at the situation, sew them up and send the man away." Ning Zhu's voice was quick and decisive.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanqing quickly got out of bed, put on his shoes and white coat in just over ten seconds, and then walked out of the doctor's lounge while buttoning his clothes.

Ning Zhu had already finished rubbing his face and was wiping the water stains off his face with a tissue.

"Do you want to rub your face? I have a face towel that your sister-in-law gave you." Ning Zhu's tone was still relatively kind.

Zhou Yanqing nodded, turned back and went into the bathroom, rubbed his face back and forth with cold water five times, then took the face towel handed to him by Ning Zhu and jogged while wiping his face.

"Don't you like talking much?" Ning Zhu asked after pressing the down button in the staff elevator room, leaning his left hip and resting his right hand on his hip.

Zhou Yanqing smiled and said, "No, Brother Zhu, I just got here and I don't know what you want to say, so just listen first."

"It's a good thing to say less and make fewer mistakes."

"What will it be?"

"Do you know how to clean and suture the wound?" Ning Zhu asked.

Tan Zhongyu did not tell Ning Zhu too much about Zhou Yanqing. He just said that he had arranged for a resident doctor from another hospital to follow Ning Zhu and let Ning Zhu train him for a period of time.

"Okay." Zhou Yanqing nodded.

Tan Zhongyu probably understood the lower limit of Zhou Yanqing's strength, and then asked: "Where is the tendon?"

Zhou Yanqing thought for a moment and said cautiously, "Brother Zhu, if the requirements for tendon suturing at Xiangya Hospital are not too high, I can give it a try."

Whether the tendon can be sutured depends not only on Zhou Yanqing's specific level, but also on the unit and hospital's regulations on the base.

In the county hospital, there is no professional hand surgery, but the wound has to be sewn up anyway.

As long as it works and there is no infection, it can be considered an operation.

Ning Zhu turned his hips from left to right, smiled and raised his upper body slightly: "It's quite interesting, Xiao Zhou."

The fact that Zhou Yanqing could suture tendons at this age proved that this was not Zhou Yanqing's limit. Ning Zhu then understood why Professor Tan Zhongyu had specifically asked him to take Zhou Yanqing from the external hospital with him.

This is a perfect match.

However, for Ning Zhu, this was just a slight surprise.

(End of this chapter)