In urology, you don't need to go to the operating room, and it can be called a "fun" thing.

Zhang Tianyang's mind instantly had a picture.

Then unconsciously the crotch was cold.

The sturdy sister next to her, Sun Yu, looked excited, and asked with great interest, "Senior brother, what's fun?"

There is no girl at all.

Senior Brother Meng touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

"You'll know in the afternoon! Well, let's just come at three o'clock in the afternoon on non-surgery days. ”

made an appointment to see the "fun" things in the afternoon, and Senior Brother Meng quickly slipped through the oil on the soles of his feet.

Zhang Tianyang and Sun Yu chatted a little bit, added a WeChat to facilitate contact, and each occupied a computer and started work.

Zhang Tianyang flipped through the patient's bed number in his small notebook, as well as the keywords shorthand that Senior Brother Meng had just dictated, and opened them one by one.

Six patients, three of whom are patients who have undergone surgery last week and are ready to be discharged today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

I flipped through the catalogue and found that sure enough, the admission records and the first course of illness of the three patients were just templates and had not been modified, and there was no record of the course of the disease.

There are surgical records, but there are no postoperative rounds.

The patient who was discharged from the hospital today has a discharge record, but the two who will be discharged the day after tomorrow do not even have a discharge record.

One of the remaining three patients is scheduled for surgery tomorrow, and two are new on the weekend, ready to complete the examination and then put it for surgery on Thursday.

The medical records of all patients are about a blank slate.

Zhang Tianyang resisted the urge to hold his forehead with his hand.

If such a medical record is placed in the internal medicine department, it will be a rhythm that is scolded by senior doctors every minute and is not recognized by my mother.

However, he cut to the interface of the department's full list of patients, looked at the patients under the names of other doctors, and found that they were all like this.

"Alas......"

Suddenly there was BGM in my head.

"You make something out of nothing, you are silent, you are speechless......"

First, the template should be built, and then the data will be imported according to the time when the results of each test in the system are obtained, and the parts related to the patient's physical examination will be vacated.

Then, Zhang Tianyang pinched the small notebook with the bed number, and prepared to ask the patients one by one about their medical history.

Although Senior Brother Meng's memories sound very reliable, it is better to take a look at the patients he handles by himself.

This is a habit that mature doctors have.

Even if he is a director, he has a lot of opportunities, and every patient has to see him at least once a week, and he can't fully trust the data reported by the young doctors under him.

His eyes subconsciously swept around, and Zhang Tianyang found that the white coats that were occupying the computer and typing frantically around him seemed to be quite familiar.

After a little recollection, I found that he had a relationship this morning, a total of 12 new interns, and now there are nine of them scattered in front of a computer.

As he passed behind them, Zhang Tianyang paid attention to the content on their screens.

All of them are making up the medical records.

While making up for it, I will whisper to the interns I know next to me.

"Is the surgery so loose on the medical records, and how much is this special quality controlled?"

"Mom, so many overtime medical records, you will be scolded to death by a senior doctor if you put them in the internal medicine department, right?"

"Well, it's not surgery, the internist is in the office every day, the surgeon is on the operating table every day, and it's normal to be unavailable. ”

"Having said that, it's a bit too much to just arrest us and make up the medical records, isn't it?

"Then you're going to ask for another medical history?"

The heated discussion suddenly had a moment of coldness, and the intern who had just complained that the course of the illness was all dependent on the editor smiled wryly and did not answer.

But obviously, his ass, which was firmly attached to the chair, said it all.

There was an intern who was familiar with him next to him and directly dismantled the stage.

"What about complaining about others, aren't you lazy yourself?"

Such a demolition was met with fierce resistance and justification.

"That's not the same! I'm here, I want to ask again, but several patients have been discharged, where can I ask?"

"Oh, how many have been discharged? Not to mention those who have been discharged, the remaining ones are still here, do you want to ask again?"

And so the awkward silence reappeared.

It wasn't until Zhang Tianyang left the office a few meters that a voice that was obviously a little weaker came from inside.

"Forget it, it's not my patient, I'm just helping my brother make up for it......"

Obviously, in the end, he still didn't plan to go out for a run.

Zhang Tianyang was so amused that he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

This batch of interns will have to be in clinical practice for two or three months.

Their initial passion has long been wiped out by the real and brutal clinical grinding, and they have begun to have the careful thinking of the old fritters.

Except for a few people who are excellent in character and learning, most of the other people almost all continue to rotate with the idea of "not seeking merit but seeking no fault".

Clinical work is really tiring, and it is one thing to find opportunities to rest as much as possible.

On the other hand, it is because they are all "majority".

I don't have much self-motivation, but I won't do anything out of the ordinary, do internships, graduate school entrance examinations, and work step by step, and go to a small hospital to mix up in the future, or mix in a big hospital to be an attending officer.

There are no winds and waves, a corner of peace, and a stable treatment to save people, as long as you don't meet patients with extreme personalities, in fact, it is also a very stable and dull life.

No one is qualified to comment on anything.

Because most people in their own field are actually such a general "majority".

I didn't see Senior Brother Meng and Senior Brother Xiaoyuan in my medical team, and I didn't even see Sun Yu.

Aren't they going to order lunch behind their backs?

With a little slander in his heart, Zhang Tianyang looked left and right, and began to look for the six patients assigned to him according to the bed numbers hung at the door of each ward.

"Huh?"

On the way to the target ward, Zhang Tianyang paused in his footsteps.

Then he took two steps back, his eyes moving to the left.

In this ward, the sturdy sister Sun Yu was holding a small notebook in front of the bed, asking about the medical history.

Zhang Tianyang was a little surprised.

This girl even came to ask about the medical history in person?

But he was only surprised for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

Although he has never felt the breath of "Xueba" in Sun Yu.

But to learn well is to learn well, and to be serious is to be serious.

Even if the grades are not good, people who can have the quality of "seriousness" will not be too bad in the end.

"Okay, I'm done, thank you. ”

Sun Yu had just finished the consultation of a patient, and suddenly felt something, and turned his head to look at the door of the ward.

But he only saw a small piece of the corner of the white coat, and it was only for a moment, and it disappeared from view.

"Doctor, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Ah, no~ by the way, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow~"