"Teacher, the patient agreed." Ji Xiang Road.

"It's normal to disagree, clinical work is extremely complex, and you have to face all kinds of ......"

Zhai Yuhan said, stunned.

Agreed? Who agreed? Agree to what?

, three huge question marks appeared above Zhai Yuhan's head.

"What did you say?" Zhai Yuhan was puzzled.

"The patient and the patient's family agreed to have the test." Ji Xiang said, "I don't know the diagnosis and treatment process of our hospital, if you can, Mr. Zhai, can you arrange an examination half an hour before work tomorrow?" ”

“……”

Zhai Yuhan looked at Ji Xiang like a monster.

How did he do it?!

And the plan proposed by Ji Xiang is also feasible.

……

……

In the review room, Ji Xiang was chatting with patients on the screen.

"When I first got sick, I almost didn't think I had a heart attack. It hurts here, it hurts terribly. I'm usually in good health and basically don't get sick, but once the pain gets really fatal, I hit my head against the wall. ”

Ji Xiang pointed to his upper abdomen and chatted with the patient.

"Many patients with myocardial infarction do not have chest tightness and shortness of breath, but have other manifestations, such as abdominal pain, and even some patients present with toothache, and then they are seen in the stomatology department for thirteen times, and finally die because of myocardial infarction."

"What does it mean to have thirteen sufferings?" The patient asked, looking curiously at the young doctor.

"Ah, it's our Northeast vernacular, that is, after a long time in the hospital, the stomatology department thinks it is caries or some other disease, and prepares for root canal treatment, and then the patient dies of a sudden heart attack."

"Later, all the patients who went to the emergency department in our hospital had to pull an electrocardiogram to check whether it was a heart attack."

"Hahahaha, you guys are really ......" Seeing that Ji Xiang said it was easy to understand, like the boy next door, the patient gradually lowered his vigilance.

"Do you think that the doctor won't see a doctor without an examination?" Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"This kid ......," a guest in his fifties scratched his head.

"The affinity is full, and it doesn't look like a young doctor, but like the old doctors under me." Professor Shen said.

"When I was an intern, there was also a doctor who had very strong communication skills with patients, just like Ji Xiang, who solved the problem by chatting." Mao Mao added.

The guests commented briefly, and on the screen, Ji Xiang continued to "chat".

"Far away, that time I was sick, and I almost crawled to the emergency room."

"Why crawling?" The patient is puzzled.

"I live in a student apartment in the hospital, less than 200 meters from the emergency department, but for those 200 meters, I feel like a knife is stuck here every step I take. If you don't climb, you can't do it, your legs are weak, and you can't take a step against the wall. Ji Xiang said, patting the position of Murphy's gallbladder on his upper abdomen.

"Later, I met a patient with a knife wound and asked him if it hurt after the operation, and he said it didn't hurt."

"That's when I learned it hurt more than being stabbed."

The patient has a family to heart.

"After walking less than ten steps, my clothes were soaked with sweat, which is no exaggeration. What about you? Does it hurt as much as I do? Ji Xiang asked.

"When I was sick, I endured severe pain, called the 120 emergency number, and I was out of breath and trembling and told me the location of my home, and then my wife went downstairs and waited for 120.

After making the call, I was so painful that I didn't dare to move, I was soaking wet, and I could only lie on the ground like shrimp. ”

"It's cold on the ground, and the pain will be relieved a little bit when you lie on the ground." Ji Xiang added.

The patient also wondered if Ji Xiang was making up stories to deceive himself, and when Ji Xiang said that the ground was cold and the pain on the ground could be relieved a little, he immediately introduced Ji Xiang as a confidant.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The patient said four times in a row, "In those hours, I really wanted to die, I was too guilty." ”

"Me too, I went to the emergency department, and our teachers in the emergency department joked with me that I had a terminal illness."

"Uh......" The patient was slightly stunned when he heard the word terminal illness.

Not only the patient, but also the patient's family and the videographer's team were stunned, what is this called.

"I also know why the teacher said that." Ji Xiang explained, "Gallstones are terminal diseases. I heard that more than ten years ago, there was a gallbladder incision to remove stones, but the effect was not good, so it was stopped. ”

"But our terminal illness, we just need to cut off the gallbladder."

"Hahaha, I see."

"There is another benefit after cutting it off, do you know Brother Zhou?" Ji Xiang has already called the patient brothers.

"What's the benefit?"

"Eat something greasy and have diarrhea, look at me!" Ji Xiang patted his chest, "I used to be more than 200 pounds, but now I am about 160, I have lost weight successfully, and I still look thin now." ”

"I'm not, I gained more than 20 pounds after surgery." The patient said.

"I was greedy, I ate greasy things after surgery, I couldn't save it at all, and my classmates laughed at me and said that I was rectum. I envy you so much that you can get fat, Brother Zhou, look at me, I'm too thin. ”

Ji Xiang said farther and farther.

The photographer's team was a little confused.

"Ji Xiang is really self-cooked." A guest didn't know how to evaluate Ji Xiang, so he could only think of the comment that he was familiar with.

"It's not self-cooked, it's intentional." Professor Shen is very familiar with Ji Xiang's way of speaking, and he said firmly, "Pull in the relationship first, stand at the same angle as the patient, and let the patient relax and no longer be vigilant." ”

"It seems that he is very professional, only Ji Xiang of these interns is like an old doctor."

Old doctor? Professor Shen sighed in his heart.

Ordinary old doctors can't do Ji Xiang like this.

Especially the sentence lying on the ground, a little cooler will relieve the pain, this empathetic description made Professor Shen have a feeling that Ji Xiang's gallbladder was really cut off, rather than simply having a relationship with the patient.

For a while, Professor Shen's old clinical practice was a little sudden.

All kinds of reasonable but unreasonable thoughts appeared, and he couldn't tell whether Ji Xiang's gallbladder was cut off so that he could sympathize with the patient or talk nonsense, which was right to the point.

"I had two MRIs in a row after the surgery, and I was really guilty when I had the MRI. I didn't know what claustrophobia was, but ......"

"Wait." The patient looked at Ji Xiang suspiciously.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhou, let me tell you, do you know what claustrophobia is?" Ji Xiang didn't seem to want to talk about "business" at all, and shifted the topic to claustrophobia.

"You said you had two MRIs in a row after surgery, what's going on?"

"I have sediment-like stones, I say it is the bile duct, and there may be sediment-like stones in that part of the liver, and my teacher is worried that there will be problems after the operation, so I have to do it twice."

"It's useless, look at me, how good my body is!" Ji Xiang patted his stomach and said with a smile.