Sleepless Doctor

The little nurse wanted to have a chat with Wu Mian, but she blushed as soon as she said a few words.

Wu Mian just chatted gently with her without a word. The two threads opened up, and all he had to think about was Sui Wenyuan's constipation.

If there are similar patients, I can definitely do better by myself, especially the last gushing, which seems to be avoided.

The dry stool has come out, and the effect will be better if it is blocked with a sterile sheet at that time, so that Dr. Yang Lei and Yang will not be sprayed all over his face.

Wu Mian summed up the pros and cons, and Wei Dabao came back to say hello, put on his clothes, and started cleaning the disposal room.

There are not many patients in the Bajingzi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Wu Mian sat in the consulting room with Erlang's legs tilted and looked at the sky outside the window. It was about to snow. The Laoya Mountain after the snow should be beautiful, and Wu Mian has a little expectation in his heart.

There are not many patients in the Chinese Medicine Hospital, but the emergency department cannot leave the job. This is an instinct engraved in Wu Mian's bone marrow and blood.

After half an hour, two people walked in.

"Doctor, my wife has a stomachache," the man said.

He took a look and saw that Wu Mian was not wearing a badge on his chest, and when he was young, the muscles on his face twitched.

"Can you sit?" Wu Mian asked, looking at the sick woman.

"Yes." The woman's body was a little stiff, and she didn't dare to make any larger movements. She walked to the chair beside Wu Mian, tested it twice, and sat down slowly.

"How many days does it hurt?" Wu Mian asked gently.

"Two days."

"Any nausea and vomiting?"

"No, I just don't dare to touch it. It hurts when I touch it. I think it's appendicitis," the woman said.

Wu Mian asked about the medical history for two minutes, and then said, "Lie down on the bed and face the window."

The man helped the woman to stand up and stiffly came to the bed.

"Doctor, you are an intern, how about your teacher." The man asked a little unhappy, but he still maintained the most basic courtesy.

"No." Wu Mian smiled. He was mistaken for an intern too many times and he didn't care anymore. Hearing what the man said, Wu Mian just smiled and replied.

"Why haven't I seen you? Where's your badge?" the man asked.

The question was too direct. The woman elbows the man in the stomach. The woman said "Ouch" on the painful part of her stomach.

The man no longer struggled with Wu Mian's identity, and quickly helped her sit on the examination bed, and it took half a minute for the woman's abdominal pain to get better.

Wu Mian was not in a hurry, standing by the bed, rubbing his hands vigorously, trying to raise the temperature of his hands to avoid the patient's discomfort due to the temperature difference.

When the patient lay down, Wu Mian stretched her right arm to the knee joint and gently bend the woman's leg, "The hand is still a bit cold, and the heating in the hospital is not good. How is your house?"

While asking, Wu Mian's hand fell on the woman's belly.

"My house is okay. I went to the property to make trouble when it was below 22 degrees. Last year, the highest was only 18 degrees. Several hundred of us blocked the door of the property company for two or three days." The woman babbled, "This bunch of profiteers, Keep the heating bill, and don’t give it a good heating. If you don’t make trouble, you don’t give up, and you bully the honest people.”

"If it's 22 degrees, it's okay, the hospital estimates it will be this temperature." Wu Mian pressed the woman's upper abdomen without pain, and gradually walked her hand downstream, gently pressing every few centimeters, watching the woman's expression with his eyes. .

"The hospital should be warmer. My neighbor caught a cold a few days ago. He came to the TCM hospital for infusions. This side is too cold. The colder it gets, the colder gets worse. Doctor, don't you pay the heating fee? How... Hey Yo~~"

Wu Mian pressed to the position beside the rectus abdominis on the right side of the umbilicus, and finally found the painful position.

"That's it! It hurts terribly!" the woman said.

"What about here?"

"What about here?"

Wu Mian changed several positions, and then his hand fell to the original place. He didn't use too much force, but touched gently.

The man became unhappy, staring at Wu Mian and asked, "You haven't checked it yet? With his belly exposed, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

"It's over." Wu Mian smiled slightly, pulled the woman's clothes off, blocked her belly, and turned to wash her hands.

"Collect blood, and do a CT." Wu Mian said.

"CT? What are you doing with that stuff!" The man couldn't bear it, and said a little angrily.

"I suspect it is not appendicitis. I need to investigate it." Wu Mian was washing her hands in six steps while answering questions from the patient's family.

"Do you understand, the pain around the umbilicus, what else can it be if it is not appendicitis?"

"Emmm." Wu Mian groaned, and then smiled, "Let’s check it out first. I can’t give a definite diagnosis for the time being."

With that said, Wu Mian had already opened the order and handed it to the man.

"Doing CT for stomach pain, you are crazy..."

The woman had already sat up, pulled the man's sleeve, signaled not to make trouble, and then thanked her, and she left the clinic.

"What are you doing for me!" The man lowered his voice and said angrily.

"What are you playing in the hospital." The woman said unhappily. "The doctor asks you to do it. Are you a doctor or someone else? If you can see and understand, what shall we do in the hospital."

"That little doctor looks young and knows how to fart! You wait, I'll call and ask."

"Who to call?"

"Director Han of the city hospital," the man said, "I said the Chinese medicine hospital is not reliable, you still have to come."

"It's as if you understand it."

"When I was drinking, I heard from Director Han that my stomach hurts, especially for appendicitis. He said that he would do CT..."

While talking, the man picked up the phone.

The phone was connected, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Director Han, hello, hello."

"Yes, this is Xiao Liu. We were drinking together the other day."

"My wife has a stomachache, right lower abdomen. At the Bajingzi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the doctor here asked my wife to have a CT scan."

The phone side froze, and there was no sound for a few seconds.

The man looked at the woman triumphantly, his judgment must be correct, the little intern didn't understand anything at all.

"Is your love sure that the right lower abdomen hurts?" Director Han asked on the phone.

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I heard you last time that it is necessary to do a B-ultrasound screening for gynecological diseases." The man said, "I don't think it is reliable, so please call for advice."

"Oh, there are also CTs." Director Han said softly, "Although it is not too much, for example, if there is a piece of feces blocking the appendix, CT can see it clearly."

The man curled his lips, he could hear that Director Han was playing cover.

Even if there is a misdiagnosis between doctors, other doctors should try their best to say something when they see it, so as not to make the doctor-patient disputes more acute. After all, they are all peers, who hasn't been misdiagnosed yet.

"Well, you don't know what you said, I'll call them to ask about the situation." Director Han said in a deep voice.

"Then trouble you." The man said.

After hanging up the phone, Director Han called 114, asked the emergency department of Bajingzi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and then called.

"This is Han Kuien, General Surgery Department of the Municipal Hospital, whose night shift are you tonight?"