Da Bing said as if it was a matter of course. "Everyone knows how to teach, right?" he asked Mu Lian, "You don't know how to do it?"
Of course she wouldn't. Chen Yu would run away whenever he had time, and would only ask her to do some odd jobs. She had to rely on her own understanding to learn. He never took her with him during ward rounds, and only asked her to convey messages to patients and act as a messenger. Isn't this the kind of work everyone does during internships?
Mulian shook her head, feeling very uneasy, and didn't believe that Dabing really knew it. She got off work on time every day, so she had no time to stay in the ward. She also didn't study in the dormitory, so how could she know such complicated clinical knowledge?
Dabing walked ahead with a calm demeanor, while Mulian followed anxiously behind, her mind racing. What should she do now? She was terrified.
When passing by the nurses' station, Lin Xi sat in the open nurses' station and started her busy work today, reading the doctor's orders.
At this time, a woman in her early 30s walked in with an elderly grandmother. They were obviously mother and daughter.
Lin Xi glanced at the two of them, her expression suddenly became ugly and impatient, and she was busy with the work in her hands, pretending not to see it.
Dabing looked very unhappy. He came to the hospital to check in on a Saturday. He hadn't even had breakfast or finished checking the wards yet, but he was already acting like a spinning top.
Mulian's face also looked grim at this moment, and she was still immersed in the ward rounds that were about to begin.
The young woman held the old woman's hand and hurried along, pulling her along as she walked, looking very anxious. Then she took out the checklist and asked Lin Xi, who was closest to her, "Is this checkup done here?"
Lin Xi glanced at the carbon-14 breath experiment, then her face turned pale. Her hands were busy with the work at hand, and she replied, "It's upstairs. If you don't understand, why don't you ask clearly before coming up? If you are not sure, ask downstairs first, don't ask me as soon as you come up. I am also very busy. Can't you see that my hands are always busy? I act like someone has a lot of free time."
The woman was very embarrassed and could only apologize repeatedly. Then, she pulled the old lady and hurried upstairs.
Seeing the woman's back after she left, Lin Xi was very unhappy and complained, "You are so blind. If you want to live with a tumor, then come here."
Mulian and Dabing glanced at each other, then muttered as they walked.
Da Bing lowered his voice, "Isn't it just asking for directions? She's taking her anger out on someone else so early in the morning. If I were that woman, I'd complain to her straight away."
Mulian was very uneasy and asked Dabing worriedly, "Can you really make rounds?"
It's hard to imagine that as soon as Dabing walked in, he would start asking if I was hungry and if I wanted to eat. The thought of asking embarrassing questions again made this class so difficult to attend.
Da Bing was indignant, the more he complained, the angrier he got. "No wonder they say the medical staff have a bad attitude. If I were a family member, I'd be pissed off. These people just have such stable jobs and are so unscrupulous. Damn it."
Mulian couldn't help but poke Dabing's shoulder, a little confused at the moment, "Aren't we also medical staff?"
I don't understand, what does it mean to scold yourself?
Dabing became increasingly angry as he spoke, "I was talking about some medical staff."
Mulian thought of Chen Yu, who was always around and relied on her to deal with patients, and instantly agreed, "Yes, it's because she can't get fired that she can live a carefree life."
“Ding Dong.”
Suddenly a message came. Mulian clicked it and saw that it was a message from Chen Yu. She was so depressed that she didn't want to talk.
"I'm going to study outside next Monday. You can follow Brother Wu on his ward rounds and ask him if you have any questions."
Mulian handed the message to Dabing. At this moment, she was so depressed that she didn't want to talk.
Da Bing couldn't help but grumble when he saw it, "Compared to this, Senior Brother Bai Yu really does everything himself. It's such a blessing to follow him. It's also great to be on duty with him, as he can handle the patients himself. Oh, I really miss Brother Yu making rounds with me."
Dabing pushed open the door of the first room and walked in with Mulian. What is coming will come.
Inside the ward, with the doors and windows closed, a smell of food lingered for a long time, mixed with a sour smell. The patient had not paid attention to personal hygiene for a long time. This sour smell was not the smell of sauerkraut, but a bit of corruption, a mixed smell of rotten food, smellier than food left in the refrigerator for a long time.
There were two male patients in the ward, sitting on the bed and drinking porridge. One or two of their children were sitting beside the bed and eating breakfast by themselves.
Mulian saw the patients in the two beds, her teacher's patients, one with lung cancer and the other with intestinal cancer. No one knew what their conditions were.
Dabing couldn't help but hold his mask tightly and hold his breath.
Mulian looked at Dabing anxiously. What should she do now? She didn't know how to do it. It would be easier to make money.
Dabing asked directly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Mulian looked at Dabing anxiously. Why did they start with that? What if there was a problem? With their half-baked knowledge, how could they answer other people's questions? They couldn't just talk nonsense about medical issues. Talking nonsense was tantamount to stealing money and killing people.
The man stopped eating his breakfast and looked at the doctor. "I've been here for several days, and no one has come to tell me about my condition?"
Dabing looked at the list, then his eyes fell on Mulian.
Mulian shook her head frantically and said to Dabing in a low voice, "I don't know either. I don't understand."
Dabing was very calm and immediately said, "We are the doctors on duty. Please ask your attending physician about your condition on Monday."
After saying that, Dabing immediately walked out with Mulian, sharing his experience as they walked. "I'm telling you, next time you do your rounds, as long as you're fast enough, these people won't be able to react. But if you dawdle, they'll have more and more questions and won't be able to leave."
Mulian took notes very carefully, and was very puzzled. They were obviously studying together, so why was there such a big gap? "When did you learn how to make rounds?"
Da Bing said as they walked, "You'll learn it if you spend more time with Senior Brother Bai Yu. He'll teach you. He said that every time a patient comes to him with a problem, they might ask me about it in the future. He told me to pay attention to how my instructor handles it, because knowledge accumulates little by little."
Mulian was very envious. Chen Yu had never told her about such things. He only asked her to work and let her slip away early. The more she thought about it, the more unbalanced she felt. She had to sell two wigs to Chen Yu, otherwise she would not be able to swallow this humiliation.
Just then, Lin Xi came out from next door, pushing a cart. Her face looked as if someone owed her a million dollars, and she complained with a long face, "Where is the person in bed 10? I'm speechless. They're adding to my workload every day. If there's anything, can't they wait until after the injection?"
The old man in the emergency room who was eating breakfast downstairs couldn't help sneezing. It was indeed cold, so he tightened his clothes.
Dabing continued to make rounds and encountered a small problem when he was checking bed 12.
Dabing directly asked everyone if they felt any discomfort. He was so brave as to challenge the most difficult task.
Bed 12 is occupied by a couple. The man is lying in bed with lung cancer and coughing incessantly, as if he is about to cough out his lungs. The woman takes good care of him, clearing his excrement and water, helping him wash his face, etc.
As soon as the aunt saw the two people come in, she asked directly, "He has been coughing non-stop since last night. What's going on?"
Mulian looked at Dabing in panic. What should she do now? She didn't know what was going on. Did she know?
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