Chapter 2149

Feng Xuhui was carrying a trolley case and more than a dozen sheets of A4 paper full of words, got into the car with some anxiety, and rushed to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

He regretted it a bit, so he should have come directly to 912. I always didn't want to trouble Mr. Zheng and Brother Yun, but in the end I made them even more troublesome.

Not to mention anything else, now doctors write medical records by typing, who still writes medical records by hand.

And... what should I do?

Who is it to show this stack of papers to the doctors at the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University?

Although Brother Yun also said in the end, if they didn't confirm the diagnosis, they would bring it out when they were at a loss.

But Feng Xuhui was still unwilling. He believes that Mr. Zheng and Brother Yun's level can cure the disease earlier, so why wait.

Back at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, it was already past 1:00 noon. Feng Xuhui parked his car and walked into the inpatient department.

The whole body was weak, and the last time he slept seemed to be a long time ago. Feng Xuhui felt that he had never been so tired in his life except when he was carrying supplies at Rongcheng Airport.

When he came to the ward, he immediately felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the ward.

One after another, doctors left with stern faces, full of nervousness, mumbling something to themselves.

Feng Xuhui took the time to take a look at Liu Xiaojie and Xiaoyun.

Xiaoyun had already fallen asleep, and Liu Xiaojie was sitting on a chair with her head lying on the edge of the bed, also sleeping. I'm exhausted, Feng Xuhui thought to himself.

He saw Liu Xiaojie's clothes pulled up at the back, revealing a section of fair skin, afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took off his coat to cover her.

Then Feng Xuhui took the A4 paper and went to find Xiaoyun's bed doctor.

On the paper, there are densely packed characters written in dragons and phoenixes, and the handwriting is very beautiful. Many disease names and examinations are marked in English abbreviations, like a bible, and Feng Xuhui can't understand them at all.

Calling it a heavenly book is considered a compliment, but in fact it should be called a ghost painting.

Before the electronic medical record system came up, doctors wrote their medical records by hand. At that time, there were rumors among ordinary people that doctors could not understand their prescriptions.

In fact, it is not a rumor, but I really don't understand it.

First of all, many words on the prescription are written in Latin. How can people who have never studied medical Latin understand it?

The second is that doctors don't have time, especially doctors in outpatient and emergency departments are too busy. Looking at the patients in front of him, there are several or a dozen patients piled up behind him. After writing the prescription stroke by stroke, some people are likely to be dissatisfied.

Try to save time, as long as the hospital staff can understand it.

Sometimes even the pharmacists and the collectors can't understand what is written, and this kind of thing happens frequently.

After the electronic system is online, it saves a lot of time, and the doctor's prescriptions are all printed out, so this kind of problem no longer exists.

In fact, Feng Xuhui had never seen a handwritten prescription. Holding a thick A4 paper at this time, he had the illusion that he had traveled through time.

It seems to be back to a bright afternoon more than ten years ago, the sun was shining, and I was walking in the corridor of the hospital by myself.

Uh... I'm so tired, why can't I help myself to start art.

Feng Xuhui began to look for familiar faces, but he couldn't find Xiaoyun's doctor Wang who was in charge of the bed.

"Old man, may I trouble you to ask, is Dr. Wang there?" Feng Xuhui couldn't find anyone, so he asked an old gentleman who had just come out of the doctor's office.

She has silver hair and looks very kind. The white clothes on his body are very white, facing the light, as if with a flawless halo.

With her gentle and kind smile, the halo shone even brighter, soothing Feng Xuhui's heart and making it calm.

"Today, Xiao Wang went to the meeting place for the internal medicine round. Are you a family member of the patient? Do you have anything to do with Xiao Wang?" the old man asked kindly.

"..." Feng Xuhui hesitated for half a second, then bowed slightly, and said politely: "I am a family member of bed 2-8, here is the condition analysis done by two of my friends, I want to ask Dr. Wang for help One glance."

"Illness analysis?" The old man didn't get angry, but said with a smile, "Then leave it to me, I just happen to be going to the venue, so I'll leave it to Xiao Wang by the way."

"Excuse me, my friend said, it's just a reference, maybe it will be useful." Feng Xuhui handed the A4 paper to the old man, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Old Li, it's getting late, let's go." A middle-aged doctor came out and whispered.

"En." The old man didn't forget to nod to Feng Xuhui, he didn't forget to express his kindness in his busy schedule, and then left.

The Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, a century-old hospital, has always been rigorous in academic research. It is a feature of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University to make rounds in internal medicine.

For young doctors who have serious patients or difficult cases, weekly visits to the general internal medicine department are like going through a mountain of knives.

When reporting the medical history, many old professors, old experts, and directors of various departments have to ask questions. As long as one inspection or one direction is not considered, countless eyes from the audience will stare at it, and that feeling is really sour.

The thin-skinned one just burst into tears, and the thick-skinned one could only stay silent. However, there are really people who don't care about it under such circumstances, and such people end up becoming hob meat.

Mr. Li is a retired old director of the Department of Endocrinology, and was once the director of the Department of Internal Medicine of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University. She has already retired and only comes to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University twice a week. One outpatient visit, one visit to the general internal medicine department.

Holding the A4 paper, Mr. Li walked out.

"The current patients really don't know what they are thinking." The director of the endocrinology department glanced at the paper in Mrs. Li's hand, and the flying and phoenix characters on it made her a little unhappy, "Come to our affiliated hospital to see a doctor, and go out to inquire about it. Come with a doctor's order and find some laymen who don't understand to point out, there is something wrong with their brains."

"You can't say that." Mr. Li said gently: "This kind of thing is very common, don't think about it."

What do you think of patients and their family members who use other people's diagnostic opinions and doctor's orders to "point fingers" after they are hospitalized.

If a chemotherapy patient comes back from a high-level tertiary hospital in the imperial capital or Shanghai, the local doctors are still willing to follow the doctor's orders of the higher-level hospital.

The first is that patients have needs, and the second is that they also have a learning opportunity.

But if you come up with a doctor's order in a tertiary hospital like the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, it will be very offensive.

Top-level hospitals have various detailed examinations for patients. If there is any problem that cannot be solved, it is because the condition is too complicated. The Affiliated Hospital of Medical University can't solve it, but a doctor from another hospital can solve it in the air?

nonsense.

When she came to the meeting place, Mrs. Li saw that Dr. Wang was standing in front and was already preparing to report the medical history. She was not in a hurry to hand over the A4 paper to Dr. Wang, but sat down and glanced at the content on it.

After just one glance, Mr. Li said "hmm".