"Did I … cut too slowly?" Wang Zhuangyong looked at Lu Wenbin seriously, and he seemed a little nervous.
Lu Wenbin was rebounded by nervousness, and he said even more nervously, "Of course not, of course not. Actually, I didn't mean to let you cut all of them, but I didn't expect to be held up by a patient just now … It's okay, I'll do the rest. "
"No need, Teacher Lu, let me do it, let me do it." Wang Zhuangyong was a little puzzled, but he still tried his best to do the work.
After a few months of internship in the hospital, Wang Zhuangyong had some understanding of the way of internship.
It was not possible for interns to do nothing in the hospital, but they could do it very easily.
If a student really had no ambition and entered a hospital with strict management, his workload would be about the same as attending classes in a university. Some students who did not intend to become a doctor, or those who wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam, would refer to the inactive index of various hospitals when they chose a hospital for internship. For example, some secondary Grade A non-specialist hospitals, attending physicians usually did not receive many patients, and interns could not do any work even if they wanted to. That was a place with a higher inactive index.
However, interns who wanted to learn something in the hospital had to work very hard.
Doctors' time was tight, and their tasks were heavy. The better the doctor was, the more precious his time was. Not many people were willing to teach students like teachers. On the contrary, interns had to hang around a doctor for a long time and do enough things before the doctor would spare some time to give them some advice.
Before the new system reform, interns used hard work and intelligent flattery in exchange for a little bit of knowledge from their teachers.
Ever since Wang Zhuangyong understood this, he joined in hard work and flattery.
He wanted to stay in Yun Hua. He might not be able to enter Yun Hua Hospital, but it would be easier to go to other hospitals if he could learn something.
According to Wang Zhuangyong's observation, there was no future for interns to help attending physicians. Attending physicians also did not like interns to help them. They could use resident doctors and housemen.
Interns might not even have a say in associate chief physicians and chief physicians.
Therefore, interns could only use hard work and intelligent flattery in exchange for resident doctors' skills. Not every resident doctor had the time to be a teacher.
There were people who ordered people around for free.
Wang Zhuangyong could only say that with his shallow experience, it was rare to see such a thing.
Lu Wenbin snatched the scissors from Wang Zhuangyong's hands and started to cut the chicken's nails.
Wang Zhuangyong was not someone who gave up easily. He stomped his feet, exhaled, and went to the side to find a pair of scissors to continue working.
Lu Wenbin was also in despair.
He secretly decided that in the future, he would at least ask for the intern's name and class before ordering him around. However, who would have guessed that his superior was now an intern?
Lu Wenbin grabbed Wang Zhuangyong's wrist and said, "Don't cut your chicken claws."
"What if I don't cut my nails?"
"Let's just use it." Lu Wenbin thought for a moment and said, "Give this part to … the one who likes the circular shape more, and the rest to the one who doesn't really care."
Cutting the nails of the chicken claws into arcs was just a way for Lu Wenbin to flatter him. Doctor Ling seemed to like it, so he continued. As for other doctors, they did not need to be so serious.
"Just cut it." Wang Zhuangyong thought that Lu Wenbin was just being polite.
It was good to be polite. He liked polite resident doctors the most. When polite resident doctors saw that the intern did too much, they would feel embarrassed, and they would teach more seriously.
Wang Zhuangyong grabbed the chicken claws and trimmed them even more carefully.
Lu Wenbin had no choice but to grab the chicken claws and cut them randomly. He also separated them from the original circular shape of the chicken claws.
"Okay, I'm done." Lu Wenbin wiped off his sweat.
Wang Zhuangyong quickly handed him a dry towel.
Lu Wenbin's lips twitched. 'Why didn't I meet such a tactful person before?'
He quietly picked up a bucket of chicken claws, and Wang Zhuangyong obediently picked up the pig trotters.
"Follow me." Lu Wenbin sighed and asked Wang Zhuangyong to help him move the things into the dormitory.
Lu Wenbin turned around and asked, "What do you want to learn the most when you come to the Emergency Department?"
Wang Zhuangyong was so happy that he almost laughed. He could not help but feel proud. 'I've finally grasped the essence of an internship.'
"I haven't done surgery before. I want to do surgery," Wang Zhuangyong answered with certainty.
The first department he rotated to was the Medical Laboratory Department, and the second department was the Neurology Department. They were both departments that did not have surgeries.
For young medical students, the thing they wanted to come into contact with the most was surgeries.
Lu Wenbin thought about it and said, "Let's start with debridement. I'll bring you to the treatment room later. If there are patients with minor injuries, you can try them first."
"Okay, okay." Wang Zhuangyong agreed very quickly. He could not believe it. 'I've learned it so easily? I was going to wait outside the Emergency Department. '
Following Lu Wenbin back to the Emergency Department, Wang Zhuangyong was still in a daze.
Lu Wenbin went to talk to the attending physician on duty and asked for a separate cubicle. He then asked a nurse to help him get patients.
Lu Wenbin pulled Wang Zhuangyong to sit down and said, "Our Emergency Department deals with patients by dividing them. The resuscitation room deals with level one critically ill patients and level two critically ill patients. The treatment room is where we are right now, and the patients we deal with are simple level three and four patients. Do you know what level three and four are? "
"Level three is a normal emergency? Level four is … "
"Level four is non-emergency. The recommendation for triage is to go to the outpatient department."
Wang Zhuangyong came to a sudden realization. "So, if we encounter level four patients, we should suggest that they go to the outpatient department."
"If someone else asked me, I might say that." Lu Wenbin paused for a moment and looked into Wang Zhuangyong's eyes. He said, "If you ask, let's talk about it in private. With the current doctor-patient relationship, the most you can say is one sentence. If they don't listen, ask them to wait a little longer. If it's really their turn, you still have to treat them. Don't make trouble for yourself."
Wang Zhuangyong panicked under Lu Wenbin's gaze. After saying "I understand", he felt that Lu Wenbin was treating him too well.
As the saying went, those who were unaccountably solicitous were hiding evil intentions.
Wang Zhuangyong touched his trouser pocket. It was cleaner than his face. From this, he could prove that he had nothing to steal, but evil intentions …
Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green.
He raised his head and looked around. The cubicle they were in was similar to a "private room" in a small restaurant. The only difference was that the table in the middle was smaller, and there was more space …
Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green again.
"Zhuangyong, can I call you that …" Lu Wenbin tried to get closer to him again.
Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green. He made up his mind and wanted to say that he was actually straight …
At this time, a patient was sent in.
His left forearm was dripping with blood, and he didn't know where he was injured.
When Wang Zhuangyong saw such a shocking scene, he suddenly did not want to say the words in his heart.
'Maybe I'll say it after suturing this patient?'
As Wang Zhuangyong thought of this, a smile appeared on his face.
"I'll suture first, you watch." Lu Wenbin did not intend to let Wang Zhuangyong operate on the first patient. No matter what, he had to let him see a few patients and have some ideas before he could try to suture one or two stitches.
With this thought in mind, Lu Wenbin spread the towel, disinfected, debrided the wound, and pulled two pieces of muscle tissue that were somewhat separated together with a needle and thread.
As Wang Zhuangyong watched, his smile slowly faded.
"This is not what we saw in school …" Wang Zhuangyong's pupils dilated …
Lu Wenbin smiled. "The cadavers have been soaked in formalin for a long time. This is fresh."
The patient frowned slightly. He did not know whether he should refute.
However, Wang Zhuangyong's monkey head moved quickly.
Lu Wenbin was all too familiar with this action of his. In the blink of an eye, Lu Wenbin's palm landed on Wang Zhuangyong's shoulder, pushing him back three inches and then three inches and three inches to the left.
"Ugh …"
Wang Zhuangyong vomited without any scruples.
In the morning.
In the afternoon.
In the afternoon yesterday …
Lu Wenbin and the injured patient were both stunned.
Wang Zhuangyong stopped halfway and raised his head again. When he saw the patient's exposed muscle tissue, he could not help but vomit again.
There was a poem that said:
"A thousand streams fall from the void
"Thunder rushes into the river without rest
"The present and the past are as long as the white clouds fly
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