It is the instinct of every doctor to see a patient and ask if there is a family member.

Ordinary patients still need the help of their family members, from helping to pay the bills and taking medicines on their behalf, to helping patients make final decisions.

This is especially true for patients in ICU wards.

Ordinary patients are at least awake, and many are even able to move freely.

In the ICU ward, lying down is the norm, and once you are able to sit up from the bed, you can even transfer out!

In this way, they need the presence of their families even more.

Help sign consent forms, help make treatment decisions, and help pay money......

God is pitiful, the attending doctor really asked casually!

But the patient, in an instant, exploded.

Her whole body was trembling, and the air bed was creaking.

Zhang Tianyang's impression of her has always been that she is lying there quietly, with pale skin and tiny freckles on her face, and she will react when she talks to her, very polite, but she looks a little sad.

Such a "quiet" female patient now seems to be in a state of "mania" with her muscles exposed.

There was even blood on his pale face, his originally cold brows wrinkled into thick mountain bags, and his eyes were instantly filled with blood-colored silk threads.

"Ho-ho!

The sound of the wind mixed with sticky sputum spilled from the orifice left behind by her tracheotomy.

"Teacher, you can't talk about her family in front of her!"

Song Changkong's face was rarely filled with an anxious look, and he quietly ventilated with the attending doctor.

And Zhang Tianyang had already quickly bullied over, picked up the sputum suction tube next to the bed, and then was stunned.

It feels a little different?

The packaging didn't seem to be the same as the one he had used before.

His eyes quickly swept over the sputum suction tube with a different feel, and then swept around the basket next to the hospital bed where the sputum suction tube was specially placed.

All the sputum suction tubes of this patient are in this style in his own hands.

It's different from other patients in the ICU ward.

Countless thoughts quickly flashed in his mind, but Zhang Tianyang only paused slightly, and then quickly unpacked, connected the drainage tube, and suctioned the patient.

In the agitated state, the secretion rate increases, and the patient's restless agitation is likely to hinder normal breathing.

Zhang Tianyang was operating, and at the same time approached her and comforted her.

He made full use of his reliable +1 attribute and the sixth sense to screen the patient's emotions, and it took him a long time to finally stabilize the patient's emotions.

The patient, named Li Qianmin, gradually quieted down.

The expression of struggle on his face gradually faded, his frowning brows were scattered to only a small hill, his eyes were closed because of the soreness he had just exerted, and there were some suspicious crystals in the corners of his eyes.

The red that had come up from the excitement gradually faded, and the already pale complexion looked even paler in comparison.

The amplitude of the shaking was not so great, but it was still trembling uncontrollably slightly.

Zhang Tianyang took the used sputum suction tube and retreated, disposing of the garbage, and sighed at the same time.

The patient has ischemic-hypoxic encephalopathy, which itself has occasional epilepsy, and it is estimated that it will develop again under emotional agitation.

Next to the bed, the attending doctor stopped.

Under Song Changkong's reminder, he finally remembered this patient.

It was the poor woman who had been hospitalized three times in the Oriental Hospital, for more than a month, and the number of times her family appeared was counted on one hand.

When the patient's condition was more stable, he beckoned Zhang Tianyang and gathered around to talk.

"I'm sorry, I didn't remember for a moment that she was the patient, and she said the wrong thing. ”

The attending doctor took the initiative to admit his mistake, and his tone was full of embarrassment.

But in fact, he is not to blame.

As the head of the entire ICU ward, he handles dozens of patients every day.

Even if many patients stay for more than ten or twenty days, or even one or two months, after such a long time, the base number of patients in his hands is also very large.

It's impossible to see a patient you've dealt with before and recognize it right away.

This is the same with many senior doctors.

You have to remind the patient with his unique characteristics so that he can remember.

When I was in the nephrology department, it was generally "the one who came with hyperkalemia", "the one who had the sequelae of cerebral infarction", and "the little girl".

In neurology, it is generally "the one with tattoos", "the one with white lungs", and "the one who likes to shake his head".

For bedside doctors, it's a different story.

Most of the doctors in charge of the bed are small doctors with little clinical experience, and there are not many patients in total, so naturally each one has a clear memory.

Sometimes you just say a name, and all the information about the patient can jump out of the minds of the little doctors, including gender, age, appearance, cause, condition, test results, medication, ......

But as they grow into great doctors and have more patients, the patients will gradually turn into an entry that requires a "special codename" to remember.

"You have also seen the situation, in the future, in front of this patient, do not mention her family. ”

The attending doctor earnestly instructed a circle of little doctors, shaking his head and sighing as he spoke.

"Speaking of which, he is also a poor man. ”

......

The rounds ended quickly.

Looking at the electronic clock, the time has just passed half past ten.

The white coats, who were rarely liberated early, secretly cheered, dispersed, and went to do their own things.

Completing ward rounds early means having time to write medical records, prescribe medical orders, and do operations, and then you can leave work on time and have a hot meal.

Otherwise, it's a question of whether the lunch break is guaranteed or not.

Zhang Tianyang took the time to go to the bedside of the 69th bed and taught the uncle the skills of breathing.

Although it still can't change the uncle's breathing difficulties, it can make him feel a little better, and it's better than nothing.

Then, he began to dwell on Li Qianmin's affairs.

The patient was transferred from a lower-level hospital yesterday afternoon, accompanied and handed over by a doctor from Yanling Hospital.

But it's true that I haven't seen the family members show up.

For the time being, there are only the patient's own red handprints on the medical documents, and the place belonging to the family is still blank.

Although the patient's condition is very stable, Zhang Tianyang also feels that nothing will happen.

But in case something really happens, all kinds of documents don't have the signatures of family members, and there is a bit of a problem after all.

So he dialed the number for the sixth time against the phone number left by the patient when he was first admitted to the hospital.

"Toot-toot-"

Before the phone could be connected, the little nurse who came in through the side door shouted at the top of her voice.

"Is Li Qianmin's bed doctor here?"

Zhang Tianyang glanced at the screen, hung up casually, and then responded, "Here!"

"Come out and take a look, it looks like the family is here. ”

The little nurse's face was a little strange.

Zhang Tianyang didn't care too much, but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If the family can still come, the situation is not too bad.

Following the little nurse to swipe out from the side door, Zhang Tianyang raised his head and met a pair of eyes.

Then he froze.

"This is it. The little nurse pointed to the person in front of her, then turned back and pointed at Zhang Tianyang, "That is the patient's bedside doctor." Talk to yourselves. ”

Then, she simply retreated to the side of the treatment cart and took care of Suosuo's things.

A pair of eyes drifted this way secretly.

It's all about curiosity.

She had not been in the neurology department for a long time, and she had no contact with the patient, who was said to have come three times, and she had no contact with her legendary family members.

Zhang Tianyang's whole body squeezed out of the side door, but he took a diagonal step under his feet, pressed his toes against the side door that would be locked at any time, and then looked at the ...... in front of him with suspicion Little brother?

The patient's husband is estimated to be in his forties or fifties, and his son is about 18/19 years old when he heard that he has just started college.

But the little brother in front of him looks like he is 23 up, but it should be less than 30.

No matter which one it is, it doesn't seem to be the right age.

Moreover, he still has a large handful of things in his arms.

Zhang Tianyang's eyes drifted in his arms, and he found that what he was holding was a bunch of ......

Suction tube?!