At 7:55 a.m. on Tuesday, Zhang Tianyang sat down in the office of the University of Neurology five minutes early.

It has always been a good habit for him to be in place early.

There aren't many white coats in the office, and they are all hurrying to do their own things.

Zhang Tianyang occupied a computer and looked at the vital signs of the three patients at night.

Unexpectedly not bad.

Especially the old lady with 76 beds, after the cerebrospinal fluid was put in yesterday afternoon, the drainage tube was almost clamped all night.

It was only briefly opened for half an hour at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and a small amount of cerebrospinal fluid was released, and then clamped back again.

So far, it has taken more than seven hours to clamp and close.

However, there were no more symptoms of increased intracranial pressure.

There was no rescue record in the middle of the night.

It's really gratifying.

One after another, white coats hurriedly walked in, and many of them were in a hurry, panting and wiping sweat.

The office, which had been empty, suddenly became crowded.

Zhang Tianyang took advantage of the last two minutes and looked at his phone.

chatted with Xiao Lin Lin for a few words, and then clicked on the dialog box of the senior brother of the gastroenterology department.

The message sent yesterday, the other party replied this morning.

"I'll ask. ”

There is no follow-up yet.

"It's a shift, it's a shift!"

At the large table in the middle of the office, the secretary of the neurology department clapped his hands and beckoned.

Next to the table, the chief director of the neurology department stepped back his chair and said in a deep voice, "All stand up!"

The office, which was still a little noisy, instantly fell silent.

Scattered in all corners of the office, the white coats sitting in front of the computer all stood up as they were told.

Zhang Tianyang had never seen this kind of battle, but he also stood up.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

There were several white coats around the big table, and looking at their faces, they were all old doctors in their forties.

The people who can be on the table, except for the two doctors on duty and the two nurses on duty, are all directors and deputy chief physicians.

They are also standing.

Zhang Tianyang was a little unsure of the situation.

It stands to reason that the shift should be sitting.

Not only the doctors and nurses on duty who are in charge of the shift are sitting, but also the directors and deputy directors of the resident doctors.

Even interns, as long as they come early, can find a seat.

Only those who come late and do not have seats will stand by the door.

But what's going on now?

The whole office was standing.

Is this who died, or who lived?

To mourn, or to commend?

Such a big battle?

Zhang Tianyang subconsciously looked at the white coats around him, and found that they looked as usual.

"Ahem!"

Before he could think about it any more, the teaching secretary began to shout again.

"Thank you to my colleagues on duty last night, you have worked hard!"

In the next second, the white coats standing in all directions spoke in unison.

"You've worked hard!"

The twenty and thirty people spoke together, and the office had its own echo effect, which shook Zhang Tianyang when he landed.

The next moment, the white coats around him were all a head shorter, and they were actually bowing to the doctor on duty.

Even the chief physician and deputy chief physician standing next to the table lowered their heads.

Zhang Tianyang's heart was shocked, and he bowed along with everyone.

"Let's start shifting. ”

It wasn't until this point that the regular shift process began.

"General ward shifts. ...... of existing patients in the general ward"

The nurse on duty begins to hand over the situation of patients in the general ward.

Zhang Tianyang looked at the four officers on duty at the midpoint of everyone's eyes through the gap in front of him.

The voice of the little nurse who was on shift was obviously a little shaky, and the face of the other little nurse was also red.

The two doctors on duty were both men, and they looked a little calmer, but Zhang Tianyang still saw the tips of their red ears, and the extent of the shift paper in their hands trembling in the air.

Obviously, very excited.

The scariest shift in the hospital is the night shift, and after a night of busyness and worry, it should be exciting to get such a sentence of "hard work", right?

After all, what doctors want most is recognition.

Whether it's from patients or peers.

Zhang Tianyang finally understood why the shift in neurology was standing.

Involuntarily, he gave a thumbs up to the person who designed the rule.

......

"General Ward Doctor Shift ......"

"ICU Ward Nurse Shift ......"

"ICU Ward Doctor Shift ......"

Zhang Tianyang listened carefully to the situation of the three patients belonging to Song Changkong.

Sure enough, as he saw on the computer, the night was smooth.

That's the good news.

Soon, the debriefing was over, and everyone's eyes converged around the table.

In addition to handing over yesterday's condition, the morning shift also has a purpose, which is to allow the chief deputy chief physician to quickly understand the situation of each patient and put forward some treatment suggestions for some patients whose condition has changed abnormally.

In neurology, this purpose is particularly important.

Fortunately, the patients in the ICU ward are unpredictable, and they often have to struggle with these patients for a long time.

Today is no surprise.

The chief physician in charge of the ICU ward stood and took notes while listening to the shifts, and named several patients whose conditions had changed abnormally.

"The 63-bed ......"

"65 Beds ......"

"75 beds ......"

Soon, he asked Song Changkong's patient.

"That 78 beds, how are the infection indicators?"

It is impossible for the doctor on duty to be exhaustive, so Song Changkong, as the doctor in charge of the bed, hurried to report.

The director of the ICU ward wrote down the specific data in his notebook and pondered for a moment.

"Although the infection indicators are declining, the cause of blood infection still needs to be investigated, and it cannot be taken lightly. ”

After a few words, he remembered something.

"By the way, the old lady you talked about before has a cerebral hemorrhage and can't do that with a waist piercing, why didn't I hear it?"

"Is it already gone?"

The director of the ICU ward flipped through his small notebook, his brows furrowed.

He was very impressed with the old lady.

A few days ago, he instructed the doctors below to hurry up and do a lumbar puncture for the old lady, but the result of each report was that the lumbar puncture could not be worn.

Yesterday's morning shift also talked about this patient, and it was estimated that the risk of death was very high.

Unexpectedly, this patient was not even mentioned today.

I'm afraid I'm not already sent home.

Song Changkong's attitude was respectful and he hurriedly explained.

"Director, it's 76 beds, just handed over to mention, yesterday afternoon has successfully done a lumbar puncture to release cerebrospinal fluid, last night the intracranial drainage tube has been clipped, but the condition is stable. ”

"Huh, huh?"

The director of the ICU ward jumped a few eyelids and was a little surprised.

"How did you make the waist wear? Isn't it difficult? Who made the waist wear yesterday?

He subconsciously looked at Song Changkong, who was in charge of reporting.