Through the gap in the floor drain reserved by the stone slab, the light spot of limited size is cast by the lamp below, and it is difficult to distinguish the height in the depths. The sediment floats and settles slowly with the eddy, showing a layered and dirty color.

Suspicious traces of something that had passed through here, or simply stirred up by swift movements.

But the peeping sensation that caused the itching discomfort was gone.

The two returned to the clinic without incident. Unexpectedly, although it was dark at night, the lights in the clinic were still bright, and the upper and lower stairs were bright.

Kraft knocked on the door, and no one responded to the footsteps and conversations inside.

He tried to push the door, but the gate was not opened, and he walked into a somewhat familiar scene unimpeded.

The area of the white curtain in the lobby has increased several times, and the corresponding beds have been expanded by no less than 20 beds.

The assistants and apprentices conversed at the table, scribbled down a few sentences, and then walked over to the white curtain, joining the noise of coughing and inquiry, and then turning back and adding a few more notes.

Immersed in this hot work scene, they didn't notice anyone arriving at the first time, they were just busy filling up the manuscripts in their hands and then putting them together.

When I had accumulated some of them, I sent them upstairs in a neat pile.

Kraft leaned over to the table and looked at a half-finished record, revealing that it was a patient's "medical record", with only a name and an unknown number written in the basic information.

There is no chief complaint, probably because the place of the present medical history is stuffed with a pile of subjective symptoms that are so long and cumbersome that it is impossible to write down, and at first glance it is not clear whether it is an interrogation transcript or a diary, anyway, it is not something that should appear here in the imagination.

Not long after the wad of paper was delivered, a series of hurried footsteps sounded in the stairwell.

David, whose eyes were deep-set, waved two inkblot manuscripts, grabbed the handrail and roared down: "Thirty-nine beds, who wrote thirty-nine beds?!" ”

Hearing David's voice, not only were the apprentices who were writing at the desk trembling, but Kraft also shuddered.

It's not that the heart is weak by reflex, but this number has reached nearly three times the capacity of the original hospital beds, and the total number is estimated to be more than that. God knows how much work he's accumulated in those two days of seclusion.

Seeing that no one answered, David picked up the two pieces of paper with a slightly trembling hand and read them out:

"Yesterday, after arguing with my wife because the breakfast bread was too hard, I left home to work in the blacksmith shop, and when I walked to the Tam River, I felt a dry and itchy throat, coughed a few times and then spit out water, and saw that there seemed to be blood in it......"

It's a big paragraph, and the information density seems to be very high, and it seems to be very low.

You can get the dot mark from the angle below to the back of the paper. The man's saliva may not have really been bloodshot, but David's eyeballs were bloodshot.

"There are forty-one beds, coughing for more than ten days, treatment in other places is ineffective, Dr. David is admitted to the clinic with 'it seems to be tuberculosis, it may also be pneumonia, not very sure, wait for Professor Kraft to check and identify?!"

Obviously, this clinic was next to him, and his memory is quite good.

Kraft sighed with a sigh, at least writing the time of onset, that is, what kind of etiological auxiliary test item he sounded like.

It seems that in the two days since he left, David has not withstood the pressure.

Even if some of the basic signs and symptoms are written in black and white, that doesn't mean you can handle them like you would if you were looking at a drawing assembly machine.

Even if you fight the machine, you can get a few more parts.

In practice, there are always some paradoxical situations, and if you don't study it systematically, it is natural that everything looks like tuberculosis.

Then the backlog of cases that could not be diagnosed, or whose diagnosis was uncertain for artificial pneumothorax, quickly filled the clinic's beds for day stays, and turned into a terrible paperwork.

Of course, this should have been done by the only officially accredited physician here.

Before leaving, Kraft left David a simplified template, consisting only of two parts: the chief complaint of discomfort and the main points of the medical history, which was not difficult to understand with the ability of a Tunling University graduate.

According to his idea, after coming back, he can quickly understand individual difficult cases through written records, saving a lot of time.

The reality, however, is that Kraft underestimated the foot traffic and overestimated David's abilities. Neither individual cases nor time-saving.

The unfinished tasks were postponed to others, and the apprentices who had just received second-hand transfers below were temporarily employed and lacked the ability to complete them independently, which eventually led to the prosperity of overtime in the whole clinic.

After reciting these blood pressure-raising descriptions, David calmed down for a moment and noticed Kraft in the crowd.

"Ah, Professor Craft." He walked down the stairs and clasped Kraft's hands tightly, unable to speak for a moment, the bloodshot in his eyeballs was particularly noticeable.

looked at the manuscript with obvious pressurization effect in his hand, and then looked at the hospital bed behind the large white screen, and summed up a thousand words into one sentence: "Are you back?" ”

"I've sorted out the rough ...... There are more than fifty copies, some of which are unfinished, and we have to ask again. ”

"Forget it, let's go see the patient." The feeling of weakness made Kraft decide to accompany David to work overtime for a while, "Don't write the rest yet, let's come over together." ”

The professor pulled himself together and led the group behind the curtain, wondering if it was time to set up some formal wards.

The space of the clinic is still for daytime use, but it is inevitable that patients will need to be observed for a long time, and there are still very few medical institutions that can provide "inpatient" conditions at this time.

Doctors are still working alone, but some monasteries are able to take in a large number of patients for treatment, and it has to be said that the church is quite advanced in some aspects.

But he also had to solve the problems at hand first, and then think about them.

"For this pneumothorax, you can remove the needle and gas bottle, avoid large movements, and don't move at all."

The patient who had a pneumothorax had previously flare-up was lucky to survive after first aid, which made people happy for a while.

The patient's son stepped forward to thank him, only to find that the doctor's smile behind the masked fabric did not last long, and he just nodded and left. The tuberculosis still entrenched in the patient's lungs meant that the countdown to his life was only the last handful of the hourglass.

"This ...... who said he coughed up blood in his saliva," Kraft pressed his tongue with a tongue depressor and found the source of the bleeding after a brief look at his mouth, "The bread his wife made may be really hard." ”

"If the gums and oral mucosa are damaged, if you really can't do it, soak it and eat it."

"I'll just say that the bread she makes is like a stone." The patient reclines back into bed with peace of mind.

There are also those who have coughed for a long time but are not serious, "Well, this cough has a long history, nasal congestion and runny nose, nasal secretions hang upside down on the posterior pharyngeal wall, irritating the throat, go back and wash your nose with salt water, and look at it again after a while." ”

After a few moments, Kraft eliminated some of the seemingly unrelated patients, feeling physically exhausted.

The spirit is still active, and it is even like experiencing a warm-up exercise, and it is more flexible and excited.

"Alright, let's stop here first, I'll be here tomorrow morning."

David breathed a sigh of relief, remembering something he had forgotten in his busy schedule, "By the way, during your absence, some of your personal letters were delivered to the clinic and I asked them to pass them on on my behalf." ”

A stack of letters of all kinds was handed to Kraft, who sat down at a random table and unwrapped them among the messy ink utensils.

There were a few letters of invitation to the door with a high medical fee, as well as exchange invitations from unfamous institutions and individuals, and several invitations to social banquets, one of which was sent from the Faculty of Medicine of Dunling University.

The relationship between the two academies has been bridging at a very fast pace, and recently it has reached the point where they are willing to meet with each other outside of necessary occasions.

Kraft lost interest after reading a few of them, but the signing of one of them caught his attention slightly.

【Xiguo】

The beautiful blue mineral pigment paints the turquoise color around the closure, making it stand out in a crowd of letters with exquisite patterns, and the hue is particularly bright.

"Uh, David, I may not be in the clinic the day after tomorrow, you can exercise more."

Push the book ~ "The Flames"

It seems to be a combination of the shameful painting style of the black soul.,The flavor is quite unique.,From the group recommended ⊙▽⊙

(End of chapter)