When I'm on the night shift, all the department heads can't sleep.

On Monday morning, just after the shift handover was over, Zhou Min separated the two medical records from the desk.

"Three beds, Linye. Four beds, Ma Hao."

Ma Hao took the book from the fourth bed and turned to log in to the workstation.

After entering the account information, the page no longer displayed a temporary permission reminder, and the patient list now includes entry points for medical orders and signatures.

He clicked the mouse back and forth twice.

"Don't bother trying anymore." Jiang Wen walked by carrying a roll of used bed sheets. "It won't cost you an extra month's salary no matter what you do."

"Let me check if it works."

"Bed number four is waiting for your confirmation."

Ma Hao picked up the medical record folder and left.

Lin Ye had already lifted the curtain of the third bed, and inside sat a woman in her twenties, her phone on her lap, with messages coming in one after another in the store's work group.

She started experiencing frequent and painful urination last night, and couldn't bear it any longer this morning, so she took leave to come over.

The patient had a normal body temperature, no back pain, chills, or vomiting, and no obvious abdominal tenderness.

After the initial consultation, Lin Ye provided urinalysis and a urine pregnancy test, and is now just waiting for the results.

"How much longer?" The woman turned off her phone. "The manager asked me if I could go home today, since no one can cover my night shift."

"I'll come over as soon as the results are out. Don't rush off; at least let me finish the urine test."

The woman pulled a sachet of opened medicine from her bag: "My colleague said she had the same problem last time, and she had a few pills left. I was going to take hers first."

Only half of the name was visible on the back of the medicine blister pack, and the dosage was also illegible.

Lin Ye told her to take them back first: "Don't mix them. Wait for the results, and I'll prescribe according to your situation. The few pills others have left over don't match the treatment plan, and they might not be suitable for you."

The woman stuffed the medicine blister pack back into her bag and casually told the store manager that she was still waiting for the results.

The rustling sound of plastic bags came from the fourth bed next door.

A man in his thirties had rolled up his right sleeve to his elbow, and a wet towel was covering his forearm, with water still dripping from the edge of the towel.

"Take this down first." Ma Hao placed the curved plate beside the bed. "Continuing to apply a wet compress will damage your skin. When did you get burned?"

"Less than an hour later, a pot of soup in the kitchen was not handled properly and spilled over from the ladle handle."

The man was a chef at a nearby restaurant. After being scalded, he immediately took off his watch and rinsed himself under the tap for about twenty minutes.

The boss asked him to come to the hospital for a checkup, but he was worried about delaying the lunch service, so he wrapped himself in a wet towel on the way.

After the towel was removed, a red patch appeared on the outer side of his right forearm, slightly smaller than the man's own palm, with two thin, shiny blisters in the middle.

The red area did not encircle the forearm, nor did it touch the elbow or wrist joints.

Ma Hao first had him move his fingers and wrists, then pressed his fingernails with his fingers, and the color quickly returned.

"Does it feel numb?"

"It's not numb, just burning." The man raised his arm. "Wouldn't it heal faster if I popped the blisters? I have needles in my shop, you can do it yourself when you get home."

"Don't worry about that needle." Ma Hao pressed his hand back onto the support. "The blister skin is still intact, so protect it for now. If you go back and prick it with the needle, it will become red, swollen, and oozing pus, and you'll miss more than just this one meal."

The man glanced at the door and didn't insist any further.

Ma Hao has a history of drug allergies and past medical conditions.

The man had received a tetanus shot three years ago due to a hand injury, and his basic immunizations were complete.

Ma Hao prescribed cleaning, pain relief, and covering treatments.

Jiang Wen pushed over the treatment cart and used saline solution to clean the soup stains from the edges of the wound.

Ma Hao stayed by the fourth bed, watching the non-adhesive dressing completely cover the outer edge of the erythema, and then confirmed that the fixation strap was not tightening around the forearm.

"Move your wrist again."

The man rotated his wrist, and all five fingers could bend and straighten.

"Is that all?"

"Sit down for a while, let me take another look." Ma Hao wrote the re-evaluation time into the record. "If the pain gets worse, your fingers go numb, or the dressing gets soaked quickly, call someone immediately."

The man's phone rang; the caller ID showed it was his boss.

Before he could even say two words, the person on the other end asked if he could come back at noon because they couldn't find anyone to fill in at the kitchen.

"The doctor won't let me cook." The man glanced at Ma Hao and deliberately raised his voice, "If you don't believe me, I'll let the doctor answer the phone."

Ma Hao capped his pen: "You don't need to give me your phone number. I'll write down the injuries and precautions on the form. You can discuss the scheduling yourselves."

The man snorted into the phone, "Did you hear that? It's on the form."

The printer next to the workstation beeped twice and produced an inspection report.

Just as Jiang Wen tore the paper off, the man in bed four suddenly shouted, "Nurse, there's a leak here!"

A blister near the edge of the dressing was rubbed open when he raised his hand, and a small patch of pale yellow liquid seeped out along the non-sticky dressing.

"The results for bed three are here." Jiang Wen held the test results in one hand and lifted the curtain for bed four with the other. "You two can choose your beds yourselves."

Lin Ye took the test report and turned back to bed three.

Ma Hao had already put on gloves, supported the man's forearm, and peeled off the loose outer covering.

The curtains on both sides closed one after the other.

The urine pregnancy test was negative.

An elevated white blood cell count and positive nitrite levels in a urinalysis can correspond to the symptoms of frequent and painful urination in women.

Lin Ye asked again if there were any new symptoms such as fever, back pain, or nausea, and the woman shook her head each time.

"It appears to be a lower urinary tract infection at present, with no signs of the infection spreading upwards." Lin Ye rechecked her drug allergy history and handed the test results to her. "You can take oral antibiotics. Drink water normally and don't hold your urine."

The woman's phone lit up again.

She glanced down and replied to a message before asking, "Can I still go to work this afternoon?"

"I can come up to check on your condition after taking the medicine, but please don't hold it in for work. If you develop a fever, back pain, vomiting to the point of not being able to take the medicine, or if your symptoms worsen, come back immediately."

She saved these messages to her phone's notes, took the prescription and discharge record, and before leaving the room, turned back to confirm, "Even if the pain stops, you can't stop taking the medication on your own before you finish it, right?"

"Take the prescribed course of treatment; don't reduce the dosage on your own."

After the third bed left, Lin Ye returned to the workstation and signed his name in the signature column.

Over at bed four, Ma Hao had already cleaned up the exudate around the wound, preserved the blister skin that could still cover the wound, and replaced it with a new non-adhesive dressing.

The man moved his fingers, and the dressing stopped seeping outwards from the edges.

"Don't go back to cook today." Ma Hao handed him the follow-up appointment slip. "The kitchen is hot and smoky, and your arm will be constantly touching things. If the blisters break again, the dressing gets soaked, or the redness and swelling spreads outwards and the pain gets worse, come back early. Even if none of these things happen, go back for a follow-up appointment at the times on the slip."

The man folded up the follow-up appointment slip and stuffed it into his phone case: "I knew the boss sent me here not because he felt sorry for me, but because he was afraid I'd drop the blisters into the pot."

Ma Hao chuckled and finished completing the discharge record.

A signature box popped up on the workstation. He entered his password, and his name appeared at the end of the fourth bed record.

Zhou Min walked past the two computers, stopped, and flipped to the last page of the two records. Beds three and four had already signed up, followed by their re-evaluation and discharge dates.

She put the two medical record folders back on the table.

"The next one is here, whoever is free can take over."

Just as Lin Ye exited the third-bed page, Ma Hao had already opened a new patient list.

Another name popped up on the call number screen. Ma Hao picked up the empty medical record folder and headed to the triage desk.

Before the evening shift handover, Lin Ye's phone vibrated in the drawer.

My mother sent me a message: "When are you off next? Your dad and I will come and see where you live. Send me the house number first, you don't need to answer."

Then another sentence followed.

"Your dad has started checking bus schedules."

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