After talking with Qi Yaping for a while, Yun Heng returned to the duty room and sent the paper he had just written to Ma Tiequan. It was almost time for lunch.
After packing his medical kit, Yun Heng went to Liu Jianzhong's mother's house for dinner as usual.
The main entrance of the community hospital faces Xihua Road at the intersection, and the back entrance is close to Xiya Community. The main entrance of Xiya Community faces Xiya Road, and the main entrance faces Yahua Road. Yahua Road is a north-south main road with frequent traffic.
It was lunch time, and there was a traffic jam on Yahua Road. Cars were driving very slowly near the entrance of West Asia Community Hospital.
In a black Mercedes-Benz, an elderly man in his sixties was sitting in the back seat, a young man in his thirties was driving, and the passenger seat was a middle-aged man in his early forties.
The old man sat in the back seat, coughing from time to time.
There was a traffic jam at the moment and the old man was coughing a little badly, so the driver hurriedly lowered the rear window a little and lowered the air conditioner temperature a little.
"Mr. Qiao, are you okay?"
The middle-aged man in the co-pilot seat hurriedly turned around and asked with concern, while unscrewing the cap of a bottle of mineral water: "Why don't you drink some water first? We'll be at the hotel soon."
The old man was coughing and waving his hands, as if he was in great pain and couldn't cough.
"roar!"
Suddenly the old man made a sound of pain and his nose began to bleed.
"Mr. Qiao!"
The middle-aged man hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to the old man while shouting to the driver, "Quick, pull over."
The driver also saw the old man's situation through the rearview mirror and did not dare to neglect it. Mr. Qiao was bleeding from his nose. At this moment, the driver did not care whether it was a violation of the traffic rules or whether there was a camera. He hurriedly started to steer the wheel. The car quickly reached the side of the road and stopped near the curb. When changing lanes to the side, he almost hit someone else's car, but the driver did not care.
Before the car stopped, the middle-aged man in the passenger seat hurriedly opened the door and got out, then quickly opened the back door: "Mr. Qiao, are you okay?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man hurriedly pulled out a few more tissues to help the old man stop the bleeding, but the old man's nosebleed was a bit severe at this time, and the tissues were soon stained red.
"Doctor Tan, what should we do?"
The driver also got out of the car, opened the other door to help, and asked the middle-aged man questions at the same time.
Tan Chengye looked at the road where traffic was still slow, and then he saw the West Asia Community Health Center not far away.
"There's a community hospital nearby. Let's take Mr. Qiao there first and give him a shot to stop the bleeding. Then we'll take him back to the hospital."
Tan Chengye was not familiar with Xihua City, so he could only go to the community hospital and call an ambulance.
"good."
The driver and Tan Chengye helped together. They carefully helped the old man get out of the car, and then helped the old man stop the bleeding while supporting him walk towards the community hospital.
It was lunchtime, and most of the doctors and nurses at the community hospital had gone to eat. Only the infusion room was still occupied. Tan Chengye and the driver helped the old man into the room and shouted, "Is there a doctor?"
Liu Hongxia heard the voice and said, "The doctors are all gone to eat now. What's going on?"
As she was asking, Liu Hongxia saw the old man dripping blood as he walked in, and hurriedly said, "Go to the back, there's the emergency department, there should be a doctor there by now."
Tan Chengye and the driver helped the old man to the back. There was indeed someone on duty in the emergency department at that moment, and the person on duty was Guo Youtang.
Seeing a patient coming in, Guo Youtang stood up hurriedly: "What's going on? Why is your nose bleeding so badly? What happened?"
"Don't worry about how it happened. Just give Mr. Qiao an injection to stop the bleeding."
Tan Chengye entered the department as if he were entering his own home. While giving Guo Youtang instructions, he said to the driver, "Call 120 by the way. Please hurry up."
After dinner, Yun Heng returned to the community hospital. As soon as he entered the door, he saw blood stains dripping all the way in. Liu Hongxia took a mop and was about to clean it up.
"What's going on? Is there a patient with external trauma?" Yun Heng asked.
"A patient just came in. He looked like he was bleeding from the nose and went to the emergency department in the back." Liu Hongxia said to Yun Heng.
"Okay, I'll go take a look."
Yun Heng responded and walked towards the emergency department.
Xiya Community Hospital, after all, is just a community health center. While it now has an emergency department, it doesn't see many patients on a regular basis, and those are mostly minor trauma cases. Song Weimin, an associate chief physician with experience in surgery, feels a bit underappreciated in the Xiya Community Hospital emergency department. Yun Heng usually avoids vying for the services of trauma patients, but today, when he happens upon one, he decides to join in the fun.
Today's patients are more demanding in surgery than in internal medicine, mainly because most people are not aware of the severity of internal medicine diseases. Without examination, doctors cannot see anything with their eyes. Ordinary people who feel a little uncomfortable will first go to a clinic or a small hospital, and will only go to a large hospital if they are diagnosed with a serious illness or an emergency.
After all, going to the hospital costs money. To see a minor cold, it may cost dozens of yuan in a small clinic, but it will cost at least a few hundred yuan in a hospital, and a simple examination will cost nearly a thousand yuan.
But when it comes to external injuries, most people can at least see with their eyes whether it is scary or not. If the wound is longer and there is more bleeding, most people will go to the emergency department of a large hospital. Those who go to a small clinic have relatively minor wounds that don't even need stitches. This also leads to the fact that even though the emergency department of a community hospital has been established for such a long time, it rarely calls Yun Heng or other doctors for consultation.
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