The Surgeon's Studio

Feng Xuhui carried a suitcase and more than ten pieces of A4 paper filled with words. He got into the car uneasily and rushed to the hospital attached to the medical University.

He regretted coming to 912. She didn't want to trouble President Zheng and Brother Yun, but in the end, she caused them more trouble.

Nowadays, doctors would type out medical records. Who would write them by hand?

And ... What was he supposed to do?

Who were they showing this parchment to? would they be despised and criticized by the doctors from the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University?

In the end, Brother Yun had said that if they didn't have a definite diagnosis and were at their wits 'end, they would take it out.

However, Feng Xuhui was still unwilling to give up. He believed that with President Zheng and Brother Yun's skills, they would be able to cure the illness sooner. Why did they have to wait?

It was already oneo' clock in the afternoon when he returned to the hospital. Feng Xuhui parked his car and walked into the inpatient department.

His whole body felt weak. The last time he had slept seemed to have been a long time ago. Feng Xuhui felt that he had never been so tired in his life except when he was transporting supplies at Chengdu Airport.

When he arrived at the ward, the first thing he felt was that the atmosphere in the ward was a little off.

One after another, the doctors left nervously with stern faces, mumbling something to themselves.

Feng Xuhui quickly went to check on Liu Xiaojie and Yun.

Yun was already asleep, and Liu Xiaojie was sitting on the chair with her head on the side of the bed, sleeping as well. 'I'm exhausted,'Feng Xuhui thought to himself.

He saw that Liu Xiaojie's clothes were pulled up at the back of her waist, revealing a section of her white skin. He was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and covered her.

After that, Feng Xuhui took the A4 paper and went to look for Yun's doctor-in-charge.

On the paper, there were dense words written in a lively manner, and the handwriting was very beautiful. Many of the names of the diseases and examinations were written in simplified English, as if they were written in a heavenly book. Feng Xuhui could not understand them at all.

Calling it a heavenly book was already a compliment. In fact, it should be called a ghost drawing.

Before the advent of the electronic medical record system, doctors wrote their medical records by hand. At that time, there was a rumor among the common people that they could not understand a doctor's prescription at all.

Actually, it wasn't a rumor. He really couldn't understand it.

First of all, many of the words in Latin were written in Latin, so people who had never learned medical prescriptions would not be able to understand them.

Secondly, the doctors did not have time, especially the doctors in the door and emergency department. They were too busy. He looked at the patient in front of him, and there were a few, or even a dozen patients piled up behind him. If he wrote down the prescription stroke by stroke, it was likely that someone would be dissatisfied.

As long as the hospital staff could understand it, it would be fine.

Sometimes, even the potions and receptionists couldn't understand what was written. This kind of thing happened often.

After the electronic system went online, it saved a lot of time. Doctors 'prescriptions were printed, and this problem no longer existed.

Feng Xuhui had never seen a handwritten prescription before. Holding the thick A4 paper, he had the illusion that he had traveled to another world.

It was as if he had returned to a bright afternoon more than a decade ago. The sun was shining brightly, and he was walking along the long corridor of the hospital.

Uh ... I'm too tired. Why did I start to be artistic?

Feng Xuhui started to look for familiar faces, but he could not find Doctor Wang, who was in charge of Yun's bed.

"Old man, can I trouble you to ask if Dr. Wang is in?" Feng Xuhui couldn't find him, so he had to ask 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 he was wearing were very white. Against the light, it seemed to have a layer of flawless Halo.

With her gentle and kind smile, the Halo became even brighter, comforting Feng Xuhui's heart and making it calm down.

"The great Department of Internal Medicine is on a patrol today, and young Wang went to the meeting hall. You're the patient's family? Is there something you need from me?" The old man asked kindly.

"..." Feng Xuhui hesitated for half a second before he bowed slightly and said politely,""I'm a family member of beds 2 to 8. This is the medical analysis of two of my friends. I want Dr. Wang to take a look. "

"A medical analysis?" The old man didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he smiled and said,"leave it to me. I'm going to the venue anyway, so I'll pass it to Xiao Wang."

"Sorry to trouble you. My friend said that it's just a reference and might be useful." Feng Xuhui handed the A4 paper to the old man and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Old Li, it's getting late. Let's go." A middle-aged doctor walked out and said in a low voice.

"Yes." The old man didn't forget to nod at Feng Xuhui. He didn't forget to express his goodwill even though he was busy. Then, he left.

The Affiliated Hospital of the medical University was a hundred-year-old institution, and its medical studies had always been rigorous. Patrolling in the Department of Internal Medicine was a unique feature of the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University.

For junior doctors who had serious patients or difficult medical cases on their hands, the weekly inspection by major Internal Medicine was like going through a mountain of knives.

Many old professors, old experts, and department directors had to ask questions to report the patient's medical history. As long as he didn't consider a single inspection or a single direction, countless gazes would be fixed on him. That feeling was truly bitter.

Those who were thin-skinned immediately cried, while those who were thick-skinned could only remain silent. However, there were also people who didn't care in this kind of situation. These people would eventually become pain-in-the-ass.

Elder li was a retired director of the Department of Endocrinology. He used to be the director of the Department of Internal Medicine at the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University. She had retired a long time ago and only came to the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University twice a week. Once out in the outpatient department, once in the Department of Internal Medicine.

Elder li walked out with the A4 paper in his hand.

"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 bold and flamboyant handwriting on it made her a little unhappy. He brought the doctor's advice here and asked some laymen who don't understand to point it out. He must be out of his mind. "

"You can't say that," "This kind of thing is very common, don't think about it anymore," old Li said gently.

What was the point of view when patients and their family members used other people's diagnostic opinions and doctor's orders to "give orders"?

If the patients who received chemotherapy came back from the high-class tertiary Grade A hospitals in Beijing or Shanghai, the local doctors would still be very willing to follow the orders of the high-class hospitals.

First of all, the patient had needs. Second, he had a chance to learn.

However, if he gave medical advice in a tertiary Grade A hospital like the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University, it would be very unpleasant.

Top-notch hospitals would have all sorts of detailed examinations for patients. If there was really something that could not be solved, it would be because the condition was too complicated. Even the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University couldn't solve it, so how could a doctor from another hospital solve it?

Nonsense.

When she arrived at the venue, elder li saw that Dr. Wang was standing in front of her and was preparing to report her medical history. She didn't rush to hand the A4 paper to Dr. Wang. Instead, she sat down and scanned the contents.

Elder li only took one look before he acknowledged.