Chen Mu could tell that the intern doctors sent over from Hai City University of Traditional dicine and Hai City dical University were pretty good.
If there really was sothing fatal about this group of guys.
It’s not that they haven’t seen enough bizarre cases.
It’s that they lack experience interacting with patients.
For instance, the intern doctor diagnosing Xia Zhengchang just committed a major clinical taboo.
Lack of confidence!
If a doctor, during the diagnosis process, isn’t even sure if their diagnostic process is correct.
How can the patient believe that your diagnosis is accurate?
Even if you do have so skills and cure the patient’s illness.
Once they get ho.
Every ti the patient coughs, they’ll start wondering if they’ve encountered a quack.
So, for many budding intern doctors, not only is diagnosing important, but learning how to interact with patients and gain their trust is also sothing they have to learn on the job.
If there is no suitable solution.
Then just act a bit aloof, making the patient realize that the doctor in front of them doesn’t like to waste words, facilitating both parties getting right to the point of the consultation.
"So that’s how it is..."
Listening to Chen Mu’s words, the intern doctor suddenly understood.
Today, at Dr. Chen’s, I learned sothing new again!
"dical history..."
"dical history..."
When doing exercises, the intern doctor always had top grades at school.
But when actually facing a patient.
For so reason.
A nervous feeling enveloped them, making it hard to figure out the next question during the diagnosis.
Initially, the patient’s family mber was a bit anxious.
Chen Mu tapped the phone page from behind.
Hinted that the school had made it clear that the intern would diagnose and he would oversee.
With just this simple hint.
The patient’s family mber actually cald down.
She rembered.
Dr. Chen had ntioned in the school group that slow-diagnosis cases like her father’s weren’t life-threatening.
Since her father wasn’t in life-threatening condition.
What’s wrong with letting the young doctor ask a few more questions?
Thinking of this.
The patient’s family mber not only cald down.
She even leisurely went off to the side to check her phone, no longer supervising the intern doctor’s examination progress for her father.
Watching his classmate getting stuck.
The white coats behind him were anxiously whispering tips.
"dical history..."
"dical history, dude..."
Didn’t you see how those studying Chinese dicine from the neighboring school are looking at them differently?!
"Oh, oh, do you have any dical history?"
Xia Zhengchang cooperatively started counting on his fingers, "I had a major surgery a few years back."
Hearing this.
The expression on the white coat’s face instantly beca serious, "What major surgery?"
Xia Zhengchang: "Appendectomy."
White coat: "?????"
—
"Hahahaha!!! The intern doctor doing the exam is definitely my spirit animal, no doubt!"
"Hai City University really doesn’t keep any slackers, this uncle is truly an Immortal, an appendectomy, such a big surgery! Hahahaha!!!"
"Soone save this poor intern doctor? I feel he’s about to break down!"
"I guessed it earlier, for soone who doesn’t go to the hospital when sick and calls a sorcerer instead, isn’t saying sothing like this quite normal?"
"Even so, I’m really curious why the uncle was unemployed, perhaps his boss was tired too..."
"..."
—
"Appendectomy, a major surgery?!"
The expression on the white coat’s face started to crack.
Xia Zhengchang nodded confidently, "Yeah! It’s definitely a major surgery!"
"Before I was pushed into the operating room, my daughter even signed an ’inford consent for surgery.’ It was scary stuff written in there."
"The worst possibility was that I might die on the operating table, it’s a matter of life and death, isn’t it considered major surgery?"
White coats: "..."
The ’inford consent for surgery’ this uncle ntions is most likely the hospital’s standard contract.
Although appendicitis surgery is a minor procedure.
The mortality rate is essentially negligible, but sotis, accidents do happen.
For instance, the patient is nearly operated on, only to suddenly discover the patient is allergic to anesthesia, etc...
But according to the patient’s understanding.
As long as it involves a risk to life, it’s major surgery.
This logic doesn’t seem to have any issues?!
The white coat composed themselves, then continued to inquire.
"Appendicitis doesn’t count, neither do common illnesses like colds and fevers."
"Do you have any other dical history?"
Xia Zhengchang shook his head, "I don’t think so, I’ve been healthy since childhood."
The white coat nodded, their deanor already much cooler than initially.
For so reason, seeing the doctor act aloof.
Xia Zhengchang’s deanor seed to beco more serious too.
White coat: "Do you have any history of high blood pressure, high blood sugar, or high cholesterol?"
Xia Zhengchang shook his head, "I had my blood pressure checked at the clinic near my community, and there’s no issue with high blood pressure."
"As for high blood sugar and high cholesterol, perhaps not?!"
The white coat sighed, "Tomorrow morning, on an empty stomach, go to a third-grade hospital or community hospital to get a blood test."
"Check for high blood sugar and high cholesterol."
Seeing Xia Zhengchang nod.
The white coat continued, "Any history of diabetes or coronary heart disease?"
Xia Zhengchang shook his head, "Shouldn’t have any..."
White coat: "Any history of hepatitis or tuberculosis?"
Xia Zhengchang, unsure, "Shouldn’t have any?"
After jotting down a few words in their notebook.
The white coat said, "First get a blood routine and ECG check, and then do a chest CT, I’ll look at the results."
After the white coat finished speaking.
The patient’s family mber instinctively looked at Chen Mu.
Chen Mu smiled and nodded, "I’ll write up the test orders now as the doctor suggested, and we’ll review it once the results are out."
"Alright, alright, Dr. Chen."
Taking the test orders.
Xia Zhengchang followed the volunteer to get the tests done.
anwhile.
At the entrance of the school clinic, a young head peeked in, "Dr. Chen, could you make a house call?"
—
Five minutes later.
Downstairs at the apartnt building.
Looking at this male dorm building, Chen Mu sighed deeply once again.
This was already the nth ti he had co to this apartnt in recent days.
One can only say...
The apartnt truly is full of talent.
The student who sought help was still wearing his military training outfit.
Along the way, he repeatedly emphasized to Chen Mu, "Dr. Chen, if our instructor checks with you about the reason for my tardiness, please explain to him."
"I ca to call for a doctor for my roommate!"
Chen Mu helplessly pointed to the live-stream cara beside him, "You can show your segnt to your instructor."
"The whole nation can testify that you were late for military training because you were being helpful."
The words "being helpful" simply delighted the young university student.
Even though Chen Mu was ntally prepared.
As he saw the patient himself, he still froze for a mont.
The male dorm room in Hai City University follows the standard bunk bed with study desk below design.
The upper bunk’s side has a railing.
To prevent students from falling off in their sleep.
But at this mont.
In the male dorm room.
On the bed by the right side of the window.
A boy’s head was stuck in the railing?
Perhaps because the head hanging down caused a blood rush.
Besides the student who sought Chen Mu’s help.
The patient’s other roommate was standing on a chair, one hand playing on their phone, the other supporting the patient’s head.
Chen Mu: "..."
After conducting a basic checkup on the patient, Chen Mu sighed, "I think what you need isn’t the school doctor, but a firefighter."
"The bed’s railing needs to be cut open to free his head."
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Chen Mu asked, "May I ask how your head got stuck in there?"
The patient, weeping, looked at Chen Mu, "Dr. Chen, could you write a dical leave note for military training?"
"I might have to miss the training this afternoon... boohoo..."
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