In the second week of neurology, Zhang Tianyang was a little bored.

Maybe he thinks he only has a week left, and it is not convenient to divide patients for him.

Maybe he was afraid that if he was given a patient. He came with another buy one get one free.

In short, Zhang Tianyang has always had only two patients in his hands.

The three patients in Song Changkong's hands have not changed.

The 69-bed white-lunged uncle, after three or four days of dyspnea, gradually eased up.

Eight days after being admitted to the hospital, Zhang Tianyang called a bedside chest X-ray for the patient, and the image came out, and then everyone was surprised to find that they could see the lungs again!

The original "white lung" vision was white and vast, which shocked a group of people.

Today's lungs look a bit like "seeing the sun", and the white stuff has receded to the point where it only occupies about half of the lobes of the lungs.

It even made a group of people drop their jaws.

Zhang Tianyang has vaguely heard a lot of whispered discussions in white coats these days.

"It's really getting better, you look at this chest X-ray, it's all black back, and these infection indicators ......"

"It's so strong, this is the first time I've seen a patient with white lung and respiratory failure rescued......"

"Have you ever had white lung in your hospital before?"

"Yes, there are a few in the respiratory department every year, and I immediately transfer to a higher-level hospital, but in the end, I heard that I can't save them. ”

"Eh, the doctor at the Oriental Hospital is still very good, and I have seen ...... for a long time."

"To tell you the truth, I thought that this patient could not be saved at first, and when the two teachers were on the bar, I thought that the two of them were fighting for responsibility......

"I heard that Mr. Zhang is still an intern?"

"What is your job title in stewardship, just know that he is powerful. ”

"That's right, our group of directors, as well as Director Song, everyone here has to be called a teacher......"

"But Mr. Zhang is really good......"

......

The improvement of 69 beds caused a small commotion in the local area.

But it was only in those two days that a number of white coats took turns next to his hospital bed.

During the daily visitation time, the family members of the 69 beds will also squeeze into half of their bodies from the entrance of the EEG room to communicate with the patients who are "close at hand".

The family, from the very beginning of the hanging colors, full of sadness, to the end, gradually reinvigorated.

Watching the patients improve significantly day by day, and listening to Zhang Tianyang talk to them from time to time about the downward trend of indicators, the eyes of the family members are full of hope.

......

The condition of the 76-bed old lady is also steadily improving.

The lumbar puncture has been changed from once a day in the first week, to once every two days, and finally once every three days.

The cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) also changed from dark red to orange and then to a faint yellow.

It is very close to the clear color of cerebrospinal fluid of normal people.

The old lady's family, the old man who copied the billboard, still often wanders outside the ICU door.

has copied for so many days in a row, and everything on the propaganda board has been copied by him.

He asked the old lady's bed-keeper Song Changkong to print out a little bit of knowledge related to the old lady's illness.

Zhang Tianyang helped run this leg, and when he handed over a stack of A4 paper with the temperature of the printer, he saw the smile on the face full of ravines.

"Thank you......"

After thanking him very seriously, the old man pinched the printer paper in one hand, and took out the stack of copying paper covered with handwriting.

After putting both things on the small table that the little nurses had given him for him, he took out the ballpoint pen from which the ink had been used up.

Then, with his face close to the printer paper, he looked at the handwriting on it, and then copied it on his own copy paper little by little.

The little nurses were chattering about their work, dispensing medicines, injections, coming and going.

Occasionally I look at the old man.

Seeing that half of his body was sticking to the table, he was copying carefully, but at the same time he was careful not to occupy too much space.

And then go on, come and go.

Zhang Tianyang watched silently for a long time.

In the end, he didn't ask and didn't bother.

Perhaps, the matter of copying materials for his wife is a ritual for the old man.

......

78 bed tattooed youth has entered a state of sobriety.

But because of the fracture, he couldn't move yet.

It took a hundred days to break his muscles and bones, not to mention that he was broken several times.

The exoskeleton on his left arm firmly restricts the movement of his arm.

Every time the patient starts to tremble, not only the air bed will creak, but the exoskeleton will also tinkle.

But, after all, I woke up.

When you wake up, there is hope.

The middle-aged man would stand at his fixed visiting point every day, look straight at the hospital bed inside, and then call his son.

He's happy because now, there's an occasional response on the phone.

......

The 80-bed old man still starts to do "shaking head rehabilitation" every ten minutes.

The attending doctor said again during the ward round, it was useless to shake his head like this.

He was responded to with a creak.

Zhang Tianyang, a family member of this patient, did not know each other.

But listening to the little nurses, they are also very optimistic about the family.

It's not a family, it's not a door.

......

Li Qianmin works hard every day to do rehabilitation.

At each visit, there was finally a figure in front of her hospital bed.

Although it is still not as lively as the family members in the hospital beds next to her, she should be satisfied, right?

The little nurses gossiped about the situation, and Zhang Tianyang listened casually.

I heard that the two of them were discussing how to divorce that man.

The little nurses who were chattering had a lot of suggestions, but none of them seemed to be feasible.

In the end, the two women went directly to the hospital where the accident occurred.

Li Qianmin's husband wanted to ask for more compensation, so he kept arguing with that hospital, biting a number and not letting go.

And the woman went over and directly opened half of the number that the man bit to death and didn't let go.

The requirement is that the hospital must help them, adapt the patient's story into a short story, win social sympathy, and then hire a lawyer, fight a lawsuit, and divorce the man.

When they got the news, a group of little nurses and doctors were very embarrassed.

But this is the path that the patient chooses for himself, and it was and is still ......

......

The existence of the National Day caused Zhang Tianyang's internship to be two more days.

This is because the rotation progress of the interns in each group is different, and the Academic Affairs Office is afraid that some small departments, such as dermatology, only need to stay for a week, and they will directly take byes.

It was simply postponed for a week.

On the last day of September, at 5:40 p.m., Zhang Tianyang made one last lap in the ICU ward.

I took one last look at the patient and asked about the last time.

Then without saying anything, as usual, he walked to the lounge.

"Ready to rotate to the next department?"

Song Changkong met Zhang Tianyang at the door of the lounge and chatted a few words.

"Well, it's time for a change of department. What about you, Teacher Song, how long will you stay?"

"I have a month and a half left. ”

Song Changkong grinned, then stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Doctor Zhang." ”

Zhang Tianyang stretched out his hand and held it, "Me too." ”

Nest up the white coat, put it in a plastic bag, and put it in the bag.

Zhang Tianyang walked out of the lounge and walked through the corridor as he usually did after work.

"Teacher Zhang. ”

"Teacher Zhang is off work. ”

"Dr. Zhang. ”

The little doctors passing by greeted them politely.

Acquaintances of family members also greeted him.

"Dr. Zhang, it's time to get off work. ”

The middle-aged man didn't know when he got acquainted with the old man who copied the materials, and the two were chatting about something together.

The old man also saw Zhang Tianyang and waved hello.

Li Qianmin's family didn't seem to be there, but the family of the white lung patient was neat, and when they saw Zhang Tianyang, they greeted warmly.

"Dr. Zhang, would you like to eat some fruit?"

It happened to be a meal in the hospital.

The aroma of food wafts through the entire floor, and the sound of tinkling comes from the collision of lunch boxes and iron spoons.

Zhang Tianyang thought about it and smiled, "Okay." ”

Reached out and took one from a large bag of fruit handed over by the other party.

The discovery was an apple.

The length is a little yellowish, and the height is only medium.

But Zhang Tianyang laughed instead.

He nodded at the patients' families, then waved and left.

Behind him, there was a greeting from the family members.

"Dr. Zhang, are you leaving?"

Zhang Tianyang has seen the medical records of these patients.

Some of their homes are in Yangcheng, and some are not.

Some are still in Guangdong Province, and some are transferred from thousands of miles.

He didn't know when those patients would be discharged suddenly.

I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to see them in the future.

But there is no intention of saying goodbye.

He has made the handover, and starting tomorrow, there will be a new doctor who will replace him as the new doctor in charge of the bed.

Maybe more handsome than him, maybe more lively than him, maybe more responsible than him.

But it's not far off.

For patients and their families, it is just a matter of changing doctors.

Maybe it's not much different from the situation when they eat in a restaurant and change a waiter to serve the food.

So Zhang Tianyang only responded.

"Uh-huh, let's go!"

And then silently said in my heart-

"I wish you well. ”

May you be discharged from the hospital in good health and never see each other again in this life.