Feng Xuhui carried the suitcase and more than ten pieces of A4 paper filled with words. He got into the car nervously and rushed to the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University.
He felt a little regretful. He should have just come to the 912. He did not want to trouble Chief Zheng and Brother Yun, but in the end, he made them even more troublesome.
Not to mention anything else, doctors now wrote medical records by typing. Who would still write medical records by hand?
And … what should he do?
Who was he showing this stack of paper to? If he gave it to the doctors of the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, would he be criticized by them in disgust?
In the end, Brother Yun also said that if they didn't have a definite diagnosis, they would only take it out when they were at their wit's end.
However, Feng Xuhui still felt indignant. He believed in Chief Zheng and Brother Yun's skills. If they could cure the illness earlier, why should they wait?
It was already past one o 'clock in the afternoon when he returned to the Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University. Feng Xuhui parked his car and walked into the Inpatient Department.
It had been a long time since he had last fallen asleep. Feng Xuhui felt that he had never been so tired in his life other than when he was transporting supplies at Chengdu Airport.
When he arrived at the ward, he immediately felt that the atmosphere in the ward was a little strange.
One after another, the doctors kept a straight face and left nervously, mumbling something to themselves.
Feng Xuhui seized the time to check on Liu Xiaojie and Xiaoyun.
Xiao Yun is already asleep. Liu Xiaojie is sitting on a chair with her head on the edge of the bed. They're all exhausted, Feng Xuhui thought.
He saw that Liu Xiaojie's clothes were pulled up at the back of her waist, revealing her fair skin. He was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and covered her with it.
Then, Feng Xuhui took the A4 paper and went to find Xiaoyun's doctor.
The paper was densely packed with words written in beautiful handwriting. Many of the names of the illnesses and examinations were written in English. It was like a heavenly book, and Feng Xuhui could not understand it at all.
Calling it a Heavenly Book was already a compliment. In fact, it should be called a scribble.
Before the introduction of the electronic medical record system, doctors wrote medical records by hand. At that time, there was a rumor among ordinary people that doctors could not understand prescriptions at all.
Actually, it wasn't really a rumor. They really couldn't understand it.
First of all, many of the words on the prescription were written in Latin. How could someone who hadn't learned medical Latin understand it?
Secondly, doctors did not have time, especially doctors from the Outpatient Department and Emergency Department. They were too busy. Looking at the patient in front of him, there were a few more patients behind him. It was very likely that someone would be dissatisfied if he wrote the prescription one stroke at a time.
He tried to save as much time as possible, as long as the hospital staff could understand.
Sometimes, the person receiving the medicine and the person receiving the payment could not even understand what was written on it. This kind of thing happened frequently.
After the electronic system went online, a lot of time was saved. Doctors' prescriptions were printed, so this problem no longer existed.
Feng Xuhui had never seen a handwritten prescription before. Now that he was holding the thick A4 paper, he had the illusion that he had transmigrated.
It was as if he had returned to a bright afternoon more than ten years ago. The sun was shining brightly, and he was walking in the long corridor of the hospital.
Ugh … I'm too tired. Why am I involuntarily becoming artistic?
Feng Xuhui began to look for familiar faces, but he couldn't find Xiaoyun's doctor.
"Sir, can I trouble you to ask if Dr. Wang is here?" Feng Xuhui couldn't find Dr. Wang, so he asked an old man who had just come out of the doctor's office.
She had a head full of silver hair and looked especially kind. The white clothes on her body were very white. Under the light, it was as if there was a flawless halo around her.
With her gentle and kind smile, the halo shone even brighter, comforting Feng Xuhui's heart and calming it down.
"Today is the internal medicine department's inspection. Xiao Wang went to the venue. Are you the patient's family member? Why are you looking for Xiao Wang? "the old man asked kindly.
"…" Feng Xuhui hesitated for half a second, then bowed slightly and said politely, "I'm the family member of Bed 2-8. This is the condition analysis done by two of my friends. I want to ask Dr. Wang to take a look."
"Condition analysis?" The old man did not fly into a rage. Instead, he said with a smile, "Leave it to me. I'm also going to the venue, so I'll leave it to Xiao Wang."
"Sorry to trouble you. My friend said that it's just a reference. It might be useful." Feng Xuhui handed the A4 paper to the old man and let out a long sigh.
"Old Li, it's getting late. Let's go," a middle-aged doctor walked out and whispered.
"Okay." The old man did not forget to nod at Feng Xuhui. He did not forget to express his kindness even though he was busy. Then, he left.
The First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, a century-old hospital, had always been rigorous in their studies. The internal medicine department's inspection was a characteristic of the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University.
For junior doctors who had serious patients or difficult cases in their hands, the weekly internal medicine department's inspection was like going through a mountain of knives.
When reporting the medical history, many old professors, old experts, and department directors had to ask questions. As long as there was a check or a direction that was not considered, countless eyes would stare at them. That kind of feeling was really sour.
Those who were thin-skinned would directly cry, and those who were thick-skinned could only stay silent in embarrassment. However, there were also those who did not care under such circumstances. In the end, such people would become troublemakers.
Old Li was the retired old director of the endocrinology department. She was once the director of the internal medicine department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University. She had long since retired and only came to the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University twice a week. One time was for the outpatient clinic, and the other time was for the internal medicine department's inspection.
Holding the A4 paper, Old Li walked out.
"I really don't know what the patients nowadays are thinking." The director of the endocrinology department glanced at the paper in Old Li's hand. The calligraphy on it made her a little unhappy. "You came to our affiliated hospital to see a doctor, but you still went out to ask around. You came with medical advice and found some laymen who don't understand to point fingers at you. There's something wrong with your brain. "
"You can't say that," Old Li said gently. "This kind of thing is very common. Don't think about it."
As for the patient and the patient's family members who were hospitalized with the diagnosis and medical advice of other people to "point fingers" at them, it depended on how they viewed it.
If a patient who was undergoing chemotherapy came back from a high-level tertiary Grade A hospital in the Imperial Capital or Shanghai, the local doctors were still very willing to carry out the medical advice of a higher-level hospital.
First of all, the patient had needs, and secondly, they also had a chance to learn.
However, if it was a tertiary Grade A hospital like the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, taking out medical advice would be very offensive.
A top-notch hospital would have all kinds of detailed examinations for patients. If there was really a problem that could not be solved, it was because the condition was too complicated. If the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University could not solve it, could a doctor from another hospital solve it through the air?
Nonsense.
When she arrived at the venue, Old Li saw Doctor Wang standing in front of her and preparing to report the medical history. She was not in a hurry to hand the A4 paper to Doctor Wang. Instead, she sat down and glanced at the contents.
With just a glance, Elder Li replied with a "Mm."
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