The midwife took the child from her hands and cleaned the baby, completing the newborn checkup and scoring.
The mother lay weakly on her back post-delivery, too tired to kiss her baby. All she could say was that her little one was truly remarkable.
The baby was taken outside to let the father have a look.
A daughter was born. The young father ran over, tears streaming down his face as he beheld his daughter.
Baby, rember this day well. Everyone, including your mommy, daddy, and the dical staff, was overjoyed at your birth.
The doctor’s work continued as they took the needle and forceps handed over by the nurse. Thinking an episiotomy was unnecessary during delivery, there was a slight tear in the mother’s perineum. Xie Wanying carefully stitched her up with two stitches to prevent further bleeding.
After the placenta was delivered, the mother had to stay in the delivery room for a while for observation before leaving. The intern midwife and the mother’s husband stayed by the bedside. The doctor rushed off to attend the morning handover eting.
Teacher Du was very busy and didn’t have ti to greet the students, rushing back to the gynecology departnt first.
Xie Wanying could feel Teacher Du’s concern for them; otherwise, he wouldn’t have co straight to the maternity departnt at the hospital earlier to et them and help Student Xie at a critical mont.
Teacher Du was not good with words, but he was a very good person, Xie Wanying thought.
Doctor Zheng conveyed Du Haiwei’s instructions to the two students: "Teacher Du said not to rush. He knows you were busy all night and wants you to go back and rest well today, and co back to learn tomorrow."
"Yes." Truly exhausted.
The maternity departnt is not a place for people to stay long.
Doctor Zheng curled his lips and said, "Neurosurgery is the real exhaustion, with surgeries often lasting more than a dozen hours."
Teacher Zheng recalled the words of the departed talent, Doctor Song, with unwillingness.
Since they weren’t there for an internship but just wandering around, there was no need for them to attend the handover eting. The two newbies followed Doctor Zheng, quietly slipping away, peeping from afar into the eting room through the door.
President Xiao was inspecting this morning, attending the maternity ward handover.
The students peeked at President Xiao’s figure.
As a rare female president in the circle, President Xiao was beautiful and handso, with a neat short haircut, scholar-style gold-rimd glasses, a spotless white coat, and full of charisma, her authoritative presence no less than that of n.
The Beidu Third Hospital Maternity Departnt was most famous, and since the president’s academic background was in obstetrics, she placed great focus on it.
Upon receiving the total number of natural births as "two" at the handover eting, President Xiao sowhat reservedly criticized the frontline doctors: "With proper prenatal assessnts and postnatal eting arrangents, such outcos should be avoided if procedures are diligently followed."
Doctor Peng’s shoulders drooped. Luckily, it wasn’t zero, or else the president would have been furious. With so many births in a day, it was impossible to have none naturally, which was unscientific and only indicated so mishap in the work process.
Take the couple at bed number two—had prenatal education been more thorough for them, guiding them with various coping strategies, the husband wouldn’t have cried and begged for a cesarean section.
The sa went for the multiparous woman at bed number eight: there must have been reasons for the fetus’s umbilical cord entanglent mid-labor, requiring eting discussions.
A doctor’s work is never-ending; finishing one task doesn’t an it’s over. It’s about constant clinical discussion and summarization of dical problems.
After the critique, President Xiao encouraged the young doctors: "The little lives you greet each day are not just the hope of their moms and dads but also our entrusted expectations."
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