Director Zhang is the deputy chief physician of the first department of internal medicine. He walked up to me, pulled me aside and said, "I understand your situation, your performance in school is more outstanding, and you are more hard-working. Mr. Zhao has explained that in this month, you should try to stay in the department 24 hours a day, prepare a notebook, and make a record of the bed you are responsible for. Mr. Zhao's words, if you can write them down, you must write them down. Read more basic books in your free time. Understand some pathological pharmacology. Teacher Zhao is very kind, but you have to take snacks on the bed in charge, don't let Teacher Zhao ask you about the patient's condition, you can't answer. The inpatient building behind the outpatient building of our hospital is under construction, and now there is only a small library, some materials that can be read, in the east corner of the first floor, there is a master Zhou who also lives there, and he can borrow books before getting off work at 6 o'clock every day. When he went to the hospital to work as a cleaner, he was afraid that you were not born yet, so you must pay attention to politeness. ”

Explain it all. And he walked away.

Alas. If it weren't for the fact that my family had paved the way for me to move the relationship, how could there be such a good thing.

I went back to my dorm, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and went to eat with my roommates. After all, it is the third hospital of Jiangzhou, the conditions of accommodation are average, the dormitory room has a bit of moldy smell, and it feels humid.

The food in the canteen is more varied, but the oil is bigger, and I don't eat much, so I am full.

For the whole afternoon, I remembered the patients in the 5 rooms and 3 beds in the ward, did those examinations, and used those medicines. In the evening, the three roommates in the dormitory suggested going out to eat. However, I thought that the food in the canteen was okay, so I found an excuse to excuse myself and didn't go, so I lay in the dormitory and flipped up the rotten book of "Diagnostics".

I wanted to look through the table of contents to see the page number of the chapter where the medical record was written, but I found that the table of contents had been torn off.

It's annoying, the catalog has to be torn off. It hurts my sister to turn the pages one by one.

With my left hand, I randomly flipped through a page number on the book, page 13.

This chapter is written about fever in common symptoms, and next to the scale of clinical manifestations of fever, a string of small characters was written in pencil, and the font was very juanxiu, like a woman's pen style, and the sentence was: 12 o'clock: high fever to 0 degrees. 3 o'clock: low fever to 50 degrees. 4 points. Outburst...... The font on the back has been blurred.

What's that? 0 degrees, is it ice? 50 degrees is not all about ripe. Is the thermometer measurable?

I turned on the lamp and carefully read the words behind the burst. The next word seems to be a "corpse" word. The words on the back are really illegible, but I see the number "503".

Corpse? Corpse? Can a corpse still have a temperature?

What is 503? Is this the bed number?

I wondered.

That's when my phone rang. Although it was now time to get off work, there were not many people back in the dormitory, and it was very quiet, which scared me. I looked at the number, and it was from the department. I hurriedly picked it up.

"Is it Doctor Dreams? Hurry back to the inpatient department, there is an emergency situation for the patient in the 3rd bed! "She is the nurse on duty in the first room of the internal medicine department.

I answered, hurriedly put down my books, locked the dormitory door, and rushed to the internal medicine inpatient department.

When I arrived at the ward, the nurse saw me and hurriedly said, "Doctor Meng, the body temperature of the patient in bed 305 was only a continuous low-grade fever at the beginning, and suddenly it rose sharply at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and his breathing became faster and deeper, and he began to sweat and gradually increased. Now it's a high fever of 39 degrees. ”

I went up to see the patient lying in bed 3, a 55-year-old man, his body was thin because of his age, his pupils were dark and bottomless, and the whites of his eyes were very small. Seeing that he was gritting his teeth at this time, his forehead was full of beads of sweat the size of beans.

I immediately asked the nurse, "Did he have any convulsions?" Did you catch a cold today? Have you done a skin test before taking the drug? ”

The little nurse said, "No, he has been having a low-grade fever, but he has always been conscious, and he has been using the medicine for several days, and he has not seen a reaction." ”

I went, and on the first day my sister took over, there was a small problem