"Young Master Kun... I've told you... If you don't want to help with prescriptions or write dical records, you don't have to do it."
"I'm currently the attending physician for this patient, and this is the ergency departnt!!! We don't have that many patients in the surgery group, it's manageable for alone." Lu Cheng leaned his head slightly while sitting in front of the computer, speaking solemnly with a serious expression.
Peng Kun was slightly stunned after hearing this, the glow from the computer screen moved the acne on his right cheek: "Brother, what did I do this ti?"
Lu Cheng said: "Oprazole is sufficient for this patient, and they're on anti-arrhythmic drugs, using Pantoprazole could interfere with cardiac conduction."
"Oprazole doesn't have this risk."
"Young Master Kun, next ti if you want to change dication, can you discuss it with in advance?"
"How many tis has this happened?"
Peng Kun listened with a doubtful expression, then opened his phone: "Really?"
"Brother Cheng, last ti you said Pantoprazole had fewer side effects, so I thought you ant Pantoprazole instead of Oprazole today."
"Using Pantoprazole with anti-arrhythmic drugs increases risk? Oprazole doesn't?"
Many doctors in the County Hospital don't delve into the detailed theory of surgical dication, but Peng Kun has stayed at Xiangya Second Hospital before, and both Professor Li in sports dicine and Professor Zhu are particularly attentive to this, so he is ticulous.
Peng Kun's mory isn't as detailed as Lu Cheng's, after checking Pantoprazole's extensive instructions, he found the specific risk section -
Be alert when used with Class ⅠA/Ⅲ anti-arrhythmic drugs!!
Lu Cheng remained expressionless, and directly called the nurse's station: "Sister Fang, cancel the execution of Oprazole for bed 3, I'm changing the dication..."
Once the prescription is issued, the nursing departnt accepts execution, and once nurses hit execute, doctors cannot change it at will without temporarily canceling it.
"Oh... alright, Brother Naggy!" Zeng Huangfang had beco accustod to Lu Cheng's dilly-dallying when partnering, though Lu Cheng was easygoing, she joked.
"Thanks, Sister Fang. Wait ten minutes after I issue the order before reviewing it again; I might want to reconsider." Lu Cheng said.
"Yeah, got it... My brother... really don't know why you fuss so much over details, others are quite casual."
"Isn't it too hard on yourself?" Zeng Huangfang remarked.
Brother, you're just doing a job, following guidelines is enough, being so detailed won't earn extra gratitude from patients, why burn so many brain cells?
Lu Cheng didn't reply, continuing to carefully ponder the prescription; after all, his pharmacology was only [skilled], so he wasn't very familiar with so applications, needing to check dication encyclopedias...
Peng Kun confird Lu Cheng's statents after finishing the instructions, and asked in a conflicted tone: "Brother Cheng, did you rember every word of the common drug instructions?"
"It's worth rembering the common ones, Young Master Kun, I'm not nagging for no reason."
"It's just that the instructions say, when combined, Pantoprazole has fewer side effects, but once an issue arises, it's extrely troubleso to deal with."
"Guidelines haven't updated, though incidentally finding trouble, but we don't have to seek unnecessary hassle." Lu Cheng explained.
Peng Kun's relationship with him was quite good, polite and proper on the surface.
Director Peng arranged so many benefits for Peng Kun, who simply didn't refuse.
As they say, one doesn't strike a smiling face; as long as Peng Kun doesn't cause trouble, Lu Cheng doesn't mind having a 'verbal friend.'
As they spoke, Lu Cheng's phone rang—
"Lu Cheng, there's a case of multiple tendon ruptures, co take a look..."
"Okay, I'm on my way!~" Answering promptly, Lu Cheng quickly issued pre-prepared orders for the patient.
The prescriptions could be refined further and possibly need fine-tuning, but given limited ti, Lu Cheng's best predetermined solution was the best achievable.
After submission, accumulated 0.4 skill points akin to a mosquito bite, better than none.
...
Outside the ergency operating room at the sink, Luke Cheng and Peng Kun's arms were splashed by warm water cascading out, water droplets pattered.
Peng Kun eagerly pleaded: "Brother Cheng, can I practice on the multiple tendon damage case?"
Lu Cheng's expression was cold, and his tone icy: "It's all upper arm tendon damage, you're not ready yet."
"Once your fundantals improve, you can handle it."
Peng Kun continued: "Isn't it just that the basic skills improve too slow... Haven't perford surgery in a while, feeling a bit eager. It's not that different."
Peng Kun's basic skills were just short of reaching the threshold for suturing and applying pressure bandages, almost there.
But this last step, Peng Kun just couldn't cross.
"Close isn't enough, Young Master Kun, I can't cover for you."
"If you don't want to assist with the surgery, I'll call the surgical team instead..." Lu Cheng's tone was calm, without flinching, and after speaking, he turned and entered the operating room.
Going to the ergency departnt was just shadowing, holding the 'title' and surgery authorization for tendon damage, but if he wanted to lead the surgery, Lu Cheng would undoubtedly walk away...
The surgery proceeded normally, with Lu Cheng diligently at the lead position, leaving Peng Kun no room...
"Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng... Please make an exception. Next ti, next ti, I'll just stitch half a tendon. Let feel it." After the procedure, with the patient out of the operating room, Peng Kun hinted again.
Throughout the operation, Peng Kun tried winning over Lu Cheng, but Lu Cheng remained firm, even the circulating nurse felt uneasy: "Dr. Lu, you really are cold-hearted..."
"Young Master Kun's asking you so kindly, letting him stitch a few wouldn't hurt, right?"
Lu Cheng tilted his head to ask: "Xue Xue, how about next ti I skip the operating room and you and Young Master Kun handle it alone?"
Xue Xue imdiately went silent, dumbfounded at Lu Cheng's departure, blinking only after his silhouette vanished for about ten seconds: "Dr. Lu's heartbroken or sothing? So snappy?"
"Only giving a suggestion..."
Peng Kun chuckled and scratched his head, saying: "Xiao Xue, recently Lu Cheng seems moody, must be 'his ti of the month,' you better avoid provoking him."
"In the departnt, except for Professor Chen and patients' family mbers, Lu Cheng's been sowhat cold-blooded."
"n, you know, have those few days each month..."
Xue Xue rolled her eyes at Peng Kun and said cheekily: "Nonsense, n don't have that; I'm sure Dr. Lu's heartbroken."
Peng Kun shook his head and replied: "No way, Lu Cheng doesn't have a girlfriend."
Xue Xue thought for a while, then asked awkwardly: "Young Master Kun, is tendon suturing really that tough?"
"You pleaded with Lu Cheng and he still didn't give you a chance? A bit harsh, don't you think?"
Peng Kun chuckled wryly: "My father is indeed supportive of , but if sothing goes wrong, the patient and family wouldn't be lenient..."
"Can't bla Lu Cheng..."
If he hadn't faced setbacks, Peng Kun wouldn't be speaking so humbly, but last ti the tendon ruptured on the table, even his father was caught off guard, seeking external help afterward, taking a 'humbling' blow; Peng Kun still hasn't fully escaped that shadow.
Skill, skill, only valuable skills deserve the na; popularized ones are worthless threads? Popularized skills don't hold value.
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