Chapter 187: [187] Room rounds with my brother

   Chapter 187 [187] Room rounds with senior brother

   The patient is in his 70s, and his estimated life expectancy is almost the same. The patient's family think about it.

   "Is there any other disease in the body?" Director Chen asked again.

   "Yes. Diabetes, high blood pressure, rotten toes." Dr. Wang said.

   Director Lu blinked after hearing this: "In such a situation, should the emergency department persuade them to be hospitalized?"

   This kind of situation is common for doctors, and if they accept it, it means nothing. The patient's family will not treat the patient. And a cerebral hemorrhage patient is unconscious and can't make decisions by himself.

   Director Lu’s implication: Hospital beds are already scarce, and if you want to accept them, please accept those who want to be treated, and many who want to be treated will not be able to get in.

   Of course, Director Lu may be even more annoyed that the patient's family agreed that the patient was hospitalized, but the doctor refused to let the doctor treat him, and only planned to let the doctor collect the body.

   Doctor Wang shrugged and said nothing.

   Director Chen and the two deputy directors were talking to each other, and they might have to call the emergency department later to ask about the situation and who actually advocated the admission. Doctors taking patients in the emergency department are going to be nagged.

   When the three directors were talking, the shift meeting was almost over, and a group of doctors went out to make rounds.

  The ward rounds are like this, except on Monday that the director leads the doctors from all departments to conduct a group round of wards, from the first bed to the last bed in the general department. In the rest of the days, in order to save the precious time of the doctors, each group of doctors checked the beds they were responsible for.

   Because of the New Year's holiday, it was changed to the eighth major ward round. Today, each group will check their own.

   Xie Wanying, who followed behind Senior Brother Huang, found out that Senior Brother Huang was free to go back to work in her department today.

   It turns out that the hospital manager has finished the Spring Festival holiday shift today. Huang Zhilei no longer has to be in charge of the whole hospital, he only needs to be the inpatient chief of the major surgery department, and two other departments of surgery will be dispatched to work with him on shifts, which greatly reduces his personal workload.

   Going to the ward, most of the wards of the National Association are three-person general wards, and two-person wards are rare, and there are only one or two single-person general departments, which are considered VIP wards. My senior brother is in charge of the third group. Specifically, each patient will be assigned a doctor who is in charge of the bed. This is not the job of the deputy senior. Generally, it is below the attending doctor. The doctor that patients can usually find is also the doctor who is attending the following. The vice-high has his own busy business, so he stopped doing chores.

   All three groups of doctors followed behind Vice-Gao Cao. At this time, Cao Yongwan turned into a captain and led a team. There were backbones and rookies here.

   Xie Wanying, who was following behind, glanced forward, Senior Brother Cao's back was majestic, as handsome as he wanted.

   The patient knew his reputation, and when he saw him coming in, he respectfully shouted, "Dr. Cao." This refers to those patients who can speak and move.

   Brain surgery patients will find it difficult to resume normal activities in bed unless they recover well. It can only be said that it is to save lives, and then there will be a long period of recovery.

  Patients always hope that they can return to a normal state in an instant, but many of them are impossible in brain surgery.

  Domestic people do not pay attention to early examinations, and it is always too late to find a doctor when they are sick.

   Can you imagine that neurosurgeons must be patient? Need more patience than a psychiatrist?

   He walked to the last bed in the ward first, and Cao Yong shook hands with the patient in bed number 22 who could stand up and move around.

   "Doctor Cao, how do you think my hand is recovering?"

   "Yes, I can be a boxer in the future."

   (end of this chapter)