Patients communicate with each other.

But a patient lewdly lies on the door of the doctor's office and looks around, and then asks about other patients.

No matter how you look at it, I think there is a problem.

Zhang Tianyang's face was a little unkind, and the man opposite obviously felt it.

"Well, doctor, I didn't mean anything else!"

With a smile on his face, he rubbed his hands and approached Zhang Tianyang.

"Doctor, I just want to ask, does that, diarrhea, affect the operation?"

Zhang Tianyang: ???

This topic jumps a little fast, huh?

The man leaned too close, and Zhang Tianyang took a few steps back, keeping a comfortable distance.

It's a little strange, but when the patient asks, he still has to explain.

"Diarrhea is diarrhea, and there are many causes of diarrhea, so it's hard to say.

But if it's just a simple cold, or if you eat the wrong thing, mild diarrhea is not a big problem. ”

"You need to fast and fast before the operation, and the situation will naturally improve at that time, if you are worried about affecting the operation, you can fast a little earlier.

If you really feel uncomfortable before the surgery, you can find a doctor and we will coordinate. ”

After explaining seriously, Zhang Tianyang asked casually.

"Do you have diarrhea? If you're worried about the operation, should I prescribe some medicine for you? When did you start having diarrhea?"

Saying this, Zhang Tianyang had already taken out a small notebook and was ready to start the consultation.

Should diarrhea that can make patients worry about whether it will affect the operation?

I don't know what the specific situation is, but I have to ask about the trigger, frequency, time, color, character, smell and so on of the diarrhea before I can make a decision.

"Eh, no, I don't have diarrhea. ”

Seeing that Zhang Tianyang was so serious, the man was anxious, and hurriedly explained, and his hands were subconsciously swinging desperately.

"You don't have diarrhea?"

Zhang Tianyang paused, his face was strange.

Since he didn't have diarrhea, why did he ask him if diarrhea would affect the operation?

Idle?

Or......

"Who's having diarrhea?"

"Oh, no, no. ”

The man waved his hand again, and defended himself, "Doctor, don't care, I'll just ask, ask." ”

"What, doctor, you're busy, I won't bother you!"

As if he was afraid that Zhang Tianyang would continue to ask, the man slipped away with oil under his feet.

"Oh, no, you're ......"

Zhang Tianyang wanted to say something more, but the man left quickly, and he walked out of the distance in a blink of an eye.

"I thought I could advance the number of units......

"Those little nurses have said that those who are in the back of the queue for surgery will be hungry for a day......"

"Why are you so unlucky......"

The subtle voice floated far away from the direction where the man left, and Zhang Tianyang paused to chase forward.

Is this complaining that his operating table is backward?

Dig out the surgery schedule and find the man's table.

"Well, the fifth, that's the last one...... Or the last one after two kidney cuts...... It's going to be hungry for a long time......"

But what does this have to do with diarrhea?

Weird.

Zhang Tianyang frowned and pondered, but was quickly interrupted.

"What did that patient do with you just now?"

Senior Brother Meng ended the preoperative conversation with the 33-bed patient and followed from behind.

Zhang Tianyang thought about it and directly extracted the core demands of the patient.

"He wanted to adjust the time of the operation, he didn't want to be hungry for so long, he wanted to be early. ”

"That's not going to work. ”

Senior Brother Meng refused in one bite and didn't give him a chance.

"The first one must be easy, it must be a hydrocele.

Both kidneys require energy and have to be at the front.

The two bladder resections can be adjusted, but now that the operation schedule has been decided, the anesthesia side will be cursing if it is adjusted again......"

After giving a good reason, Senior Brother Meng ruthlessly refused again.

"If you're hungry for a long time, just give him some nutritional injections when the time comes." Eh, where's my pen?"

Senior Brother Meng shook a bunch of documents such as the notice of inform, the power of attorney, and rummaged up and down on the white coat, but he never found any trace of the pen.

"No, I just asked the patient to sign it. ”

Senior Brother Meng was like a headless fly, and after flipping over and over on his body, he ran to the table where he had just had a preoperative conversation and circled several times.

finally chose to give up and stretched out his hand towards Zhang Tianyang.

"Senior Brother Zhang, lend me a pen!"

Zhang Tianyang responded to his request, took a blue and black pen from his left pocket and handed it over.

There were originally five pen nibs in the pocket, but now there are only four left.

"Blablah-la-la-"

The document was quickly flipped over, and Senior Brother Meng skillfully sketched on it, and then filled in the name where the doctor's signature was required.

With a pen in hand, he filled out two documents with the patient's signature, and then signed the remaining three by the way.

Then, with a hand, he slipped the pen into the pocket of his left chest.

Zhang Tianyang: "......"

I'm still watching!

Senior brother, you have to make a face!

Senior Brother Meng didn't notice it, and ran to the shelf where the medical records were placed, and after sandwiching the two signed documents into the corresponding medical records, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Tianyang, who was also following the trend behind him.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Tianyang: "......"

"Nothing. ”

"It's good to be fine. By the way, Senior Brother Zhang, you still have a patient from the Overseas Chinese Department who will have surgery tomorrow, let's go up and talk together, shall we?"

What can Zhang Tianyang do?

It's good if you're happy.

The nouveau riche man in Qiaoke didn't look very good, still with scrutiny and a faint disdain.

But after the wave of beatings from the director of the ward rounds in the morning, he didn't dare to throw Zhang Tianyang on his face anymore.

Knock on the door and open it, enter as soon as you say it, reluctantly but honestly listen to Senior Brother Meng explain the precautions.

The bald head taught Brother Yang to tell Senior Brother Meng that this was a difficult patient, so this preoperative conversation was also conducted by Senior Brother Meng, who is "more experienced in getting along with patients".

Zhang Tianyang just needs to watch from the side.

He was a little bored while listening to Senior Brother Meng's chatter, and his eyes wandered.

The man's wife also seems to have an opinion about them, and she has a cold face the whole time, and she keeps sitting on the bed playing games, and she doesn't stand up to say hello.

The ward of Qiaoke is really similar to a hotel, and it is good to have money.

The first button on the upper left of the man's clothes was buttoned into the second hole in the upper right, which looked awkward, but if he was reminded, it would be more hated.

Senior Brother Meng asked him to sign.

He signed it.

Senior Brother Meng put the pen in his pocket again......

It seemed like I wanted the pen back with him, but I was a little embarrassed to speak......

"Bang!"

The door closed behind him, and Senior Brother Meng turned to look at Zhang Tianyang, who was a little wilted, "Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Tianyang's eyes lingered for a moment on the tip of the pen that emerged from Senior Brother Meng's left breast pocket.

"Whew-"

He exhaled softly, closed his eyes, and shook his head.

"It's fine. ”

Out of sight, out of mind!

"You may be hungry. ”

Senior Brother Meng glanced at the time.

"It's past twelve o'clock.

Your patient with hydrocele hasn't come back yet, so I'll sign it again in the afternoon.

Senior Brother Zhang, hurry up and get off work and eat!"

What can Zhang Tianyang do?

As he walked out of the digestion building, he turned, looked up, and looked.

The midday sun is dazzling.

I always felt that something was not quite right.

Is it because of the pen that was "greedy for ink" by Senior Brother Meng?

Or something else?

Then again, I shouldn't be so stingy, right?

So what's wrong?

I always feel like I'm overlooking something......