Unexpectedly received a patient with "white lung" who had not tried it before, and there was a slight commotion in the ICU ward.

Because the condition of this patient is more serious and the progress is rapid, whether it is in the treatment of medication, or daily care, and even when to suction.

Therefore, the director of the ICU simply called all the doctors and nurses who were directly or indirectly responsible for the patient and explained the treatment measures together.

The director who said that he was going to cancel the ward round, because of the existence of this white lung patient, was stunned and turned into a small meeting.

And the figure in the center of the small meeting, in addition to the director of the ICU, turned out to be Zhang Tianyang.

In addition to the director of the ICU, he will also ask Zhang Tianyang's opinions, and then the two will discuss together, and then the director of the ICU will issue various tasks to the specific little doctors.

And the attending doctor did not stand next to his director, but obediently held a notebook to record precautions like an intern.

The tip of the pen falls on the paper, making a rustling sound.

The attending doctor, who had been immersed in the hustle and bustle of the hospital for many years, once again felt a peace of mind.

For a long time, he felt like he was in good shape.

One person is above 10,000 people, and he can deal with daily neurology diseases, and he usually takes the junior doctors to scold Fang Qiong.

But today he suddenly realized that he actually had a lot to learn.

It's like a patient with this "white lung".

Perhaps such patients are not particularly rare in respiratory medicine.

But for a decade-long attending physician who has focused on neurology, this is the first time in his career.

It was this "first time" that made him almost make the mistake of empiricism.

When he calmed down again, he suddenly found the motivation to move forward.

A good doctor should not only focus on his own specialty, but should be familiar with all the diseases in all departments.

The flowing handwriting appeared on a notebook that had not been used in a long time, and the attending doctor occasionally looked up to glance at the man standing next to the director of the ICU and talking eloquently.

This Zhang Tianyang, as an intern, is obviously the first time he has encountered such a patient.

But why so skilled?

Is it because the basics are solid?

The attending doctor was divided into two uses, and secretly made up his mind that after he went back tonight, he would place an order on Taobao, order a set of newly revised textbooks, and make up for the lessons.

As the small meeting progressed, more and more white coats were attracted to it, and then they were shocked by the "white lung" on the computer, and then by the complex interpersonal relationships.

Little white coats, look at me, I look at you, look at the attending doctor, and look at Zhang Tianyang.

There seems to be a dubbing in my heart:

"From today onwards, the biological chain in the ICU ward has undergone earth-shaking changes!"

......

"That's about it, I don't have anything else to think about. ”

Zhang Tianyang nodded at the director of the ICU, saying that he had nothing more to say.

Twisting his head to look at the screen all the time made his neck stiff a little.

When he moved a little, his eyes subconsciously roamed around the white coats around him, and then he felt that something was not right.

Their eyes, as well as the aura emanating from their bodies......

How is it more and more similar to his little fan sister and little fan brother?

At this moment, Zhang Tianyang didn't know that he unconsciously fooled an attending doctor again.

Wait, why "again"?

......

"Okay, now that we've discussed, are your tasks clear?"

After the task was assigned, the director of the ICU waved his hand and sent a bunch of onlookers to do their own thing.

The head nurse answered first, and took the little nurse who was in charge of the bed to carefully explain the details of nursing.

The attending doctor and the resident doctors in this group each occupied a computer, one typed a new medical notice, and the other checked the treatment plan that had just been finalized by the director of the ICU and Zhang Tianyang one by one, and made up for the missing ones.

Zhang Tianyang and the director of the ICU personally ran to the ventilator to debug various parameters.

Most of the other young doctors also found their own computers, or went to their patients' beds, ready to understand their patients' conditions and cope with the ward rounds.

The tense atmosphere just now was completely dispersed in an instant.

"White Lung" still hangs like a time bomb in mid-air, but everyone acts as if nothing happened.

That's what clinical practice is.

The moment of extreme tension and adrenaline rush is always the moment of rescue, and the moment of trembling is only the moment of determining the diagnosis and treatment plan to make a decision.

When all the plans are set and the tasks are divided, no matter how serious the patient's illness is, you can't do anything other than treat it step by step.

You can't give a holy light to the sick, can you?

......

"That should be fine. ”

Zhang Tianyang looked at the parameters on the ventilator, and then looked at the uncle who seemed to be in good condition on the hospital bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The respiratory parameters of patients with "white lung" will be different from those of ordinary patients.

He hadn't had time to learn how to tune this, and it was completely set by the director of the ICU while directing.

This made the expression on the face of the ICU director much easier.

It was only at this time that he felt a little bit of Zhang Tianyang's original identity as an intern.

"The new medical notice has been typed, can you take a look?"

The attending doctor came over with the freshly baked printing paper, and the director of the ICU took it and looked at it twice, then handed it to Zhang Tianyang, and let him look at it.

"Let's go, go talk to the family. ”

The director of the ICU turned around and walked out, took two steps and paused, and deliberately turned back.

"You follow, Xiao Zhang also comes. ”

The side door next to the 69-bed bed leads to the EEG room, where a full-time doctor specializing in EEG is seated, and several familiar white coats are around.

"Hello teachers!"

Seeing that the director of the ICU came out with the attending doctor and Zhang Tianyang, they all stood up respectfully and said hello.

Zhang Tianyang didn't care too much, and nodded at the two people in front of him.

The director of the ICU and the attending physician are both older than them, so it is appropriate to call them "teachers".

Passing through the corridor, I met a number of unfamiliar-looking and familiar white coats along the way.

Some came out of the lounge to eat breakfast, some just finished from the toilet, and some couldn't find a computer in the ICU ward to occupy the computer in the outside office.

Without exception, everyone greeted each other respectfully.

Greetings rang out left and right.

"Hello teacher. ”

"The director is good, the teacher is good. ”

"Hello director, good senior brother. ”

"Good director, good senior brother, good teacher Zhang. ”

......

Well?

Wait.

Did you get something mixed in?

Zhang Tianyang turned his head suddenly, but saw that the white coat that had just called out "Teacher Zhang is good" had already nodded and walked away behind him.

Turning around, the oncoming familiar white coats began a new round of greetings.

"The director is good, the teacher is good, and Mr. Zhang is good. ”

Facing the eyes of the person who came up, Zhang Tianyang confirmed it this time.

That Teacher Zhang is indeed calling himself.

What's the matter, why did an intern suddenly turn into "Teacher Zhang"?

I got the script wrong, buddy, hey!

Zhang Tianyang turned his head in a trance, and found that the director of the ICU who had been walking forward in front of him had stopped and looked at him with a smile.

"This, they ......"

Zhang Tianyang, who felt that he seemed to be plotting to usurp the throne, thought about how to explain it, but saw the director of the ICU pull down his mask and look at himself with a smile.

"Isn't it cool?"