Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Tuesday, September 8th, 2:25 PM.

On the surgical floor of the outpatient building, in the large orthopedic clinic, patients and their families lined up, crutches and wheelchairs sat side by side, plaster casts and gauze were scattered about, and doctors and nurses were few and far between...

Guo Ziyuan is one of the few people wearing white coats.

Tuesday is when Master Ding Xianqi sees patients at his clinic; he sees patients both in the morning and afternoon.

Originally, Ding Xianqi was supposed to call Guo Ziyuan in the morning, but Guo Ziyuan, who hadn't written medical records in a long time, was writing them too slowly. Master's students had to finish their medical records before they could do anything else.

Ding Xianqi didn't dare let Guo Ziyuan go straight to the outpatient clinic before finishing the medical record, so Guo Ziyuan had to skip his morning appointment with his teacher...

Finally, Guo Ziyuan stood up because he had finally seen the white coat he had been waiting for.

Guo Ziyuan went up to him and said, "Master, I've already arranged the queue numbers, turned on the computer, and logged into the account."

The outpatient queuing system, which was established 15 years ago, is still not perfect. It relies entirely on people queuing, and it would be very chaotic if no one maintained order.

Guo Ziyuan has worked in outpatient clinics alone and knows that if an outpatient clinic is chaotic, the doctors on duty will not be in a good mood, will have a negative work attitude, and will be irritable.

But if someone has figured out the order of the queue beforehand, that would be a lifesaver, a meeting of kindred spirits...

"Hmm." Ding Xianqi looked at Guo Ziyuan strangely for a few moments before stepping into the office to prepare for the outpatient clinic.

But Guo Ziyuan didn't follow immediately. Instead, he put his hands on his hips and shouted again from the doorway, "Attention, family members of patients who booked appointments with Professor Ding Xianqi!"

"If you have numbness in your limbs, pain in your limbs that forms a line, or pain in your knees and hips when walking, come see me in advance so I can sign a cancellation form for you. Professor Ding doesn't treat these kinds of illnesses, so as not to delay your treatment."

"This is the last reminder. Time to get to work."

Trauma surgery is trauma surgery; it does not treat cervical or lumbar spine diseases, nor does it treat joint diseases.

After calling out, Guo Ziyuan looked around but didn't see anyone stand up. He then turned around, picked up the queue number in his hand, and called out, "Xia Zhongqin... Xia Zhongqin..."

Guo Ziyuan led the patient into the consultation room and saw Ding Xianqi's strange and surprised look. Guo Ziyuan took the initiative to break Ding Xianqi's "shock".

"Master... I'll come to conduct the consultation, physical examination, and order tests. You can write the medical record and write the prescriptions?" Guo Ziyuan suggested.

For 15 years, medical records and examination reports had to be handwritten, which was not as convenient as in later times, where electronic medical records can be printed out and pasted together.

"Okay." Ding Xianqi felt that seeing a doctor was like an automatic transmission; he could just lie down and enjoy the service.

Guo Ziyuan has changed quite a bit!

"Auntie, where do you feel unwell?" Guo Ziyuan asked to pinpoint the problem.

"How long have you been in pain? When did it start? When did you start feeling the urge to see a doctor?" The second question was asked.

"Have you been to other places for treatment?" Three questions about the course of the illness.

……

The logic is clear and the organization is orderly.

Their thinking habits, the order of consultations, and their ideas were almost identical to Ding Xianqi's. It was as if Ding Xianqi had grown an extra mouth and created a clone to do the work in his place.

After being brutally beaten after graduation, Guo Ziyuan came to his senses and his awakened self is called "Xiao Ding Xianqi," which is no joke.

At that time, Ding Xianqi's surgeries were suspended, and he only had the opportunity to see patients and teach. He also paid close attention to Guo Ziyuan's teaching.

……

3:20 PM.

Guo Ziyuan smiled as he saw the patient out, and then proactively called out to the patients waiting outside, "Wait a moment, Professor Ding needs to use the restroom."

"be right back."

Everyone understands that people have to use the restroom sometimes.

Upon hearing this, the patient and their family, who were about to enter, sat back down.

Guo Ziyuan had already shouted loudly before the afternoon clinic, and everyone knew that Guo Ziyuan was Professor Ding's assistant.

After that, Guo Ziyuan emptied the consultation room. However, when Guo Ziyuan turned around, Ding Xianqi, who had been urinating out of nowhere, frowned and said, "Are you trying to rebel?"

Ding Xianqi was sitting in a position that couldn't be directly seen from the doorway. After Guo Ziyuan closed the door, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Master, I have a preliminary idea to ask for your approval."

"I think this patient might need surgery."

Guo Ziyuan openly expressed his attitude and stepped forward to ask for advice.

To reiterate, every doctor makes the mistake of not being thorough in their diagnosis; the only difference is the degree of probability.

Even when the same doctor of different ages sees the same patient, their thoughts and approaches can be completely different.

Ding Xianqi's expression instantly became "calm": "Yes, you go ahead."

In fact, Ding Xianqi's heart was not at peace.

He doesn't have many students. The first-year master's students are still taking theoretical classes and haven't joined the research group yet. Currently, there are only two: Guo Ziyuan and Liu Guanghui.

In the past two days, Chief Resident Liu Chuntao had told Ding Xianqi about Guo Ziyuan, but Ding Xianqi was too busy and had not yet had time to conduct a comprehensive evaluation of Guo Ziyuan's level!

"Master, look, this patient's joint space is narrow, and the cartilage wear is very obvious."

"This is a typical case of osteoarthritis, and it's already in stage three."

"The patient is quite young, only in his forties, and his mobility is significantly limited. At his age, he still needs to support his family!"

"If he doesn't have surgery, he won't be able to work. With surgery, even if he needs joint replacement 20 years later, he can still earn money through work."

"Intra-articular injection of sodium hyaluronate can only relieve symptoms; it cannot restore his motor skills, much less his ability to work... This treatment is inappropriate for someone his age..."

"Therefore, I still recommend that he go to the joint surgery department for joint replacement to ensure his ability to work and his family's income."

This is the knowledge of "social medicine" that Ding Xianqi, in his later years, gave to Guo Ziyuan. Now, Guo Ziyuan is relaying it to the young Ding Xianqi, which can be considered a mutual feedback.

After 15 years at the Provincial People's Hospital, I still believe that intra-articular injection of sodium hyaluronate can relieve osteoarthritis.

It took 18 years for this way of thinking to gradually "change".

Not replacing the joint would definitely save money, but it shouldn't allow patients to make money! This kind of social benefit is not currently a mainstream consideration for most doctors!

"What if he doesn't want to have the surgery?" Ding Xianqi didn't refute Guo Ziyuan's question.

Guo Ziyuan replied without hesitation: "Then we have fulfilled our obligation to remind him. We have given him the best solution at present."

"It was his own choice."

"Master, what do you think?"

"If you agree with my idea, I'll call the patient and take him to the joint surgery clinic to skip the line."

"Anyway, I'll handle it," Guo Ziyuan continued, asking Ding Xianqi for his opinion.

Ding Xianqi was actually reluctant to admit that he had been persuaded by his students, and that his own considerations were not as comprehensive as theirs.

Ding Xianqi was indeed a person who readily accepted good advice. He looked at Guo Ziyuan carefully for a while and then slowly nodded.

Guo Ziyuan immediately said, "Master, let's split up. You go to the restroom first, and I'll go find the patient..."

"If you're going to put on an act, go all the way."

"Hey!" Ding Xianqi was furious.

He'll still be made to urinate out of thin air!