(Old rules, don't decide!)

"Doctor, I have a sore throat. ”

The new patient is a frail girl, 17 years old, the age of high school.

Very polite.

"Can you help me take a look?"

So Zhang Tianyang's expression softened, "Come, open your mouth, I'll take a look." ”

After a brief physical examination, he began a brief but comprehensive medical history.

"How long has it been hurting?"

"Do you have a cough?"

"Do you have a fever?"

"What medicine have you taken?"

......

Today is Sunday, and the outpatient clinics of other departments of the hospital are closed.

But when people get sick, they don't pick weekdays or weekends.

So there are a lot of patients, few doctors, and Sunday is the busiest time for the emergency department.

Zhang Tianyang's big night shift, which was originally directly connected with the next department on Sunday, was also changed to a small night shift with Dr. Chen.

For 3 hours at noon and 5 hours at night, a total of 8 hours, joys, sorrows and sorrows were staged in the emergency department.

Cold, fever, diarrhea, abdominal pain.

Panicked, chest tightness, car accidents, unable to walk.

Sunday's patients seem to have a lot to tell.

Zhang Tianyang took over several.

A 70-year-old man, who works as a cook on the construction site, was sent by a worker at noon, saying that half of his face was paralyzed.

CT scan showed that it was an aneurysm, which not only compressed the nerve, but also risked rupture at any time.

Both Zhang Tianyang and Dr. Chen were very nervous and persuaded the uncle to be admitted to the hospital immediately.

But the uncle trembled and learned about the condition very politely.

When he learned that it would cost at least 300,000 yuan to undergo surgery in this case, and the cure rate was not high, and the life expectancy might only be a few months if he was treated conservatively, he told Zhang Tianyang.

"Doctor, can I think about it?"

"Good. ”

The white meat shield sent the uncle to the waiting area at the door to think, and when he came back, he heard Zhang Tianyang's sigh.

"He's not coming back. ”

Sure enough, this consideration, the uncle disappeared.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to ask the nurse at the triage desk at the door to pass a message, saying that he was fine, but he just didn't want to be treated.

......

A 10-year-old boy kept kicking his right hand in his arms when he was sent by his family, refusing to move.

"Doctor, can you help me find out, is there something wrong with this child?"

Zhang Tianyang checked it and found that it turned out that his right hand was broken.

When I asked again, the child's parents were both dead, and he stayed at his aunt's house, and he felt that he had caused a lot of trouble to others, so he endured the pain and refused to say.

......

A girl in her twenties, calmly registered alone and went to the doctor alone.

"Doctor, please prescribe a blood test for me, I may be pregnant. ”

Zhang Tianyang quickly opened the inspection and asked casually.

"Why did you come alone?

"Dead. ”

The girl smiled.

It turned out that her husband was a firefighter.

"I went on a mission last week and saved someone, but I got in. ”

......

One by one, the patients followed.

Everyone has their own story.

No one is easier than the other.

At 2:40 p.m., there were still about 20 patients in line.

Despite Zhang Tianyang's bonus, a steady stream of new patients still makes the queue longer and longer.

The nurses at the triage desk at the entrance are very dedicated to grading all the patients who come to see them.

If it is extremely critical and life-threatening, it will be plugged forward.

It's not a big problem, you can wait, but it still needs to be dealt with, and it will be sorted in order.

There are also some who can go to the outpatient clinic of the corresponding department during working hours, and the nurse's sister will directly insert her waist and scold them back.

Dr. Chen, Zhang Tianyang, Senior Brother Deng, Bai Meat Shield, Sister Nurse, all the people in white have really done their best to properly coordinate and deal with them as soon as possible.

Inevitably, there are still people who have been waiting.

Inevitably, there will be people who find that there are more and more people waiting in front of the queue.

There's no way, no one wants to get sick.

The patients at the front of the queue don't even want to be at the top of the queue themselves, because it is nice to be able to get immediate diagnosis and treatment, but behind it is indeed life-threatening danger.

Time passed, and the long-awaited patient became more and more agitated.

Finally, someone couldn't help it.

The patient in hand has just finished reading.

The white meat shield guarded the door, letting out the patients who had seen the patient, and calling the number at the same time.

"Next, Zhou XX!"

A man squeezed through the crowd with his head down.

White Meat Shield frowned, "Are you called Zhou XX?"

The man didn't reply, but squeezed in through the crack in the door with his head shut.

It wasn't until the men crowded in that an arm was raised at the back of the crowd.

"I am! I'm Zhou XX!"

The man who called himself Zhou XX was a young man, and he squeezed in front of the white meat shield with difficulty.

"I'm next, let me in, right?"

The white meat shield stared at the registration slip in his hand, it was indeed the name, and then let him in.

"Click!"

The door was re-locked.

He stared at the man who had squeezed in earlier.

A girl in her twenties, calmly registered alone and went to the doctor alone.

"Doctor, please prescribe a blood test for me, I may be pregnant. ”

Zhang Tianyang quickly opened the inspection and asked casually.

"Why did you come alone?

"Dead. ”

The girl smiled.

It turned out that her husband was a firefighter.

"I went on a mission last week and saved someone, but I got in. ”

......

One by one, the patients followed.

Everyone has their own story.

No one is easier than the other.

At 2:40 p.m., there were still about 20 patients in line.

Despite Zhang Tianyang's bonus, a steady stream of new patients still makes the queue longer and longer.

The nurses at the triage desk at the entrance are very dedicated to grading all the patients who come to see them.

If it is extremely critical and life-threatening, it will be plugged forward.

It's not a big problem, you can wait, but it still needs to be dealt with, and it will be sorted in order.

There are also some who can go to the outpatient clinic of the corresponding department during working hours, and the nurse's sister will directly insert her waist and scold them back.

Dr. Chen, Zhang Tianyang, Senior Brother Deng, Bai Meat Shield, Sister Nurse, all the people in white have really done their best to properly coordinate and deal with them as soon as possible.

Inevitably, there are still people who have been waiting.

Inevitably, there will be people who find that there are more and more people waiting in front of the queue.

There's no way, no one wants to get sick.

The patients at the front of the queue don't even want to be at the top of the queue themselves, because it is nice to be able to get immediate diagnosis and treatment, but behind it is indeed life-threatening danger.

Time passed, and the long-awaited patient became more and more agitated.

Finally, someone couldn't help it.

The patient in hand has just finished reading.

The white meat shield guarded the door, letting out the patients who had seen the patient, and calling the number at the same time.

"Next, Zhou XX!"

A man squeezed through the crowd with his head down.

White Meat Shield frowned, "Are you called Zhou XX?"

The man didn't reply, but squeezed in through the crack in the door with his head shut.

It wasn't until the men crowded in that an arm was raised at the back of the crowd.

"I am! I'm Zhou XX!"

The man who called himself Zhou XX was a young man, and he squeezed in front of the white meat shield with difficulty.

"I'm next, let me in, right?"

The white meat shield stared at the registration slip in his hand, it was indeed the name, and then let him in.

"Click!"

The door was re-locked.

He stared at the man who had squeezed in earlier.

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