Su Zhengnan quickly shoveled the food in front of him into his mouth, as if someone would snatch it from him if he ate even a little slower!
Soon, Su Zhengnan finished eating the boxed lunch in front of him.
And it was noon.
Ring ring!
A school bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Zhou Zixuan glanced at him and said, "Alright, these students should be dismissed now. Get ready to get busy!"
"Okay, I understand."
Su Zhengnan nodded, naturally understanding what the other party meant.
After all, he had been working here for a week and had a general understanding of the patient situation at the school.
Normally, no students come to the infirmary during regular class hours.
Except in special circumstances!
But once school is over...
Well, I'm sorry, all sorts of strange and unusual students have come.
This is why Su Zhengnan, the school doctor, never has time to eat at mealtimes.
He needed to fill his stomach before the students finished class.
Otherwise, if a swarm of students rushes in later, he won't have time to eat at all.
Su Zhengnan had learned this lesson the hard way when he first arrived, and he was so hungry at noon that he didn't have time to eat until the students went to class.
Tap tap tap...
Sure enough, just as Su Zhengnan threw his finished lunchbox into the trash can, two boys carrying another boy rushed into the infirmary.
"Doctor, doctor, come quick! My classmate has broken his arm!"
One of the boys shouted loudly.
His shout not only startled Su Zhengnan, but also Yang Xuejun, the school doctor who was about to retire.
Yang Xuejun's name sounds like it comes from the 1970s. He's almost sixty this year and has been a school doctor at the Beijing Film Academy for nearly thirty years. He'll be retiring in a month or two.
Because he is about to retire, the school is still recruiting a new school doctor.
After all, one school doctor is definitely not enough here.
"What happened? Let me lift my classmate onto the hospital bed and see how he broke his arm?"
Dr. Yang pushed up his reading glasses and walked over, asking the two boys a question.
The two boys first lifted their classmate onto a nearby hospital bed, and then one of them explained, "When get out of class ended, he was in a hurry, and he slipped and fell down the stairs, which is how his arm got like this..."
Dr. Yang stepped forward to examine the injured student and found that his right shoulder was swollen quite a bit and there was a bright red bloodstain on his wrist.
Upon seeing this, Yang Xuejun immediately waved his hand and said, "No, this student's injury is too serious. I suspect it may be a dislocated shoulder and wrist, or a fractured wrist. Our school clinic simply cannot handle this situation."
As a veteran school doctor, Yang Xuejun has considerable clinical experience.
Unfortunately, he studied Western medicine and knew nothing about bone setting or anything like that; he could only roughly assess the patient's injury.
Therefore, his first advice was to have the student go to a major hospital for treatment as soon as possible.
Moreover, the school clinic doesn't have a CT scanner or anything like that.
Even if Yang Xuejun wanted to diagnose the other party, he couldn't, since Western medicine, without various instruments, is basically unable to treat patients.
Of course, this excludes the common cold!
"Huh? This...do we need to go to a big hospital?"
The boy lying on the hospital bed changed his expression slightly, clearly not wanting to go to a large hospital for treatment.
This is not to say that big hospitals are bad for medical care.
It's just that seeing a doctor at a big hospital is too expensive!
As a student, he doesn't have much living expenses each month, and his family's financial situation isn't very good either. If he were to go to a big hospital for treatment, he'd probably be broke for the rest of the month.
Su Zhengnan, standing to the side, immediately noticed the boy's nervousness and knew he probably didn't have much money, so he stepped forward and said:
"Let me take a look. If it's just a minor fracture or dislocation, there's probably no need to go to a big hospital."
"You? Are you sure you can do it?"
Yang Xuejun turned and glanced at him, seemingly quite skeptical of his medical skills.
To be honest, if Su Zhengnan hadn't gotten in through connections, Yang Xuejun would have kicked him out long ago. There was no way the school clinic would have had such a young traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
Although Yang Xuejun is nearing retirement.
However, he held considerable influence in the medical clinic at the Beijing Film Academy, roughly equivalent to the director of a hospital.
After all, he was the only school doctor there before, and he had worked there for decades.
That's quite a bit of substance.
Su Zhengnan naturally knew that the other party was doubting his medical skills, so he smiled and explained, "Simple fractures and dislocations can be treated with traditional Chinese bone setting and massage. Although I am not as good as my teacher, I have at least completed my apprenticeship, so I am confident in this."
Upon hearing Su Zhengnan mention his teacher...
Yang Xuejun immediately fell silent.
Although Yang Xuejun studied Western medicine, he still deeply admired Su Zhengnan's teacher, Professor Gu.
Because the other party was not only the first person in China to make sugar pills, but also a famous immunologist, virologist, and the father of China's polio vaccine.
Facing such a great expert who excels in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine.
No matter how much Yang Xuejun considered himself awesome, he dared not say a word. He just couldn't understand why Su Zhengnan, as Gu Lao's disciple, insisted on becoming a school doctor at Beijing Film Academy.
Wouldn't it be better to become a department head at one of the top-tier hospitals?
a long time.
Yang Xuejun sighed softly and said, "Alright, since you put it that way, then give it a try. But if you're not confident, it's better to send him to a major hospital for treatment."
"Don't worry, Dr. Yang, I'm quite good at traditional Chinese bone-setting and massage."
As he spoke, Su Zhengnan stepped forward and began to examine the patient's right arm.
For skilled traditional Chinese massage doctors, their hands are like eyes; they can roughly sense the extent of a patient's fractures and injuries simply by palpating with their hands.
The most skilled traditional Chinese medicine massage doctors have hands that are almost like CT scanners.
Palpation alone can determine the specific details of a patient's fracture, even down to the meridians and blood vessels within the body.
As soon as Su Zhengnan grabbed the patient's right arm with both hands, he felt that the fracture in the patient's wrist was not very serious; it should only be a slight crack.
Does it hurt here? How about here?
While feeling the patient's condition through palpation, Su Zhengnan asked questions.
"pain!"
What about here?
"It hurts here too!"
"here?"
"It doesn't hurt here, just a little swollen and painful!"
The two exchanged questions and answers quickly.
Su Zhengnan had basically determined the other party's injuries: a dislocated shoulder and wrist, and a minor fracture in the wrist, but the problem was not very serious.
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