I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 217 The Familiar Female Voice

Life in the transplant warehouse is boring, but at the same time it also breeds new hope.

As long as Beibei can get out of the warehouse, it means that the preliminary treatment of stem cell transplantation is successful.

Lin Yitian also found time to come to the hematology department in the morning and brought Beibei lunch, which was some clear soup and millet porridge.

"Xiao Ran, there is something going on in the laboratory, come here when you have time, I will discuss it with you."

When Lin Yitian left the ward, he left such a sentence for Jing Xiaoran.

Before Jing Xiaoran had time to ask, Lin Yitian left in a hurry with a thermos in hand because of urgent matters in the laboratory.

It doesn't seem to be a big deal, otherwise Lin Yitian would not have free time to come to the hospital.

Jing Xiaoran was not in a hurry to go back to the Shenzhou Laboratory, and planned to go there later after work.

……

For the students of the rotation department, the hematology department is also a relatively idle department among all departments.

But this is not to say that there are few patients in the hematology department. On the contrary, the wards of the hematology department are often full, but because the diagnosis and treatment plans of the hematology department are too professional, including the doctor's orders and some operating skills of the hematology department.

If the teachers in the Department of Hematology teach the students hand in hand, the workload will be too much; and each student does not stay in the department for a long time, and they will leave the department as soon as they have taught the students, which is a bit "not worth the candle".

Therefore, in the hematology department of Fancheng Central Hospital, the teachers who teach are all doing it by themselves, and the students have nothing to do except for some physical work.

But these are for ordinary students. The reason why Zhang Hang asked Jing Xiaoran to join his team was because he liked his excellent clinical diagnosis and treatment ability.

Zhang Hang had a deep understanding of Jing Xiaoran's medical skills that did not meet his age two years ago.

The little boy with bronchial asthma on the train, and the adult patient with still disease in the hematology ward, these two memories are deeply imprinted in Zhang Hang's mind.

"Xiao Ran, a patient came to bed 15 just now, go and have a look, and help write the first course of illness and major medical records." Zhang Hang handed Jing Xiaoran an admission form.

Jing Xiaoran nodded slightly, stood up and took the admission form.

Compared with the laboratory, Jing Xiaoran is still more willing to work in the clinic. The scientific research work is too brain-intensive, but now he has to do it.

In the doctor's office, other doctors stared at Zhang Hang curiously.

A trace of doubt arose in their hearts, Zhang Hang usually disliked those new interns the most.

The interns don't know anything, and they always want to be lazy, so it takes a long time to write the first medical history record.

Once the first course record is overdue, it will be deducted.

Ever since Zhang Hang was deducted money because the intern wrote the "first medical history record" late, he never let the intern touch this again.

Why did you suddenly have a sudden whim today and asked a new intern to write medical records?

Jing Xiaoran didn't think too much, took the admission slip and went to bed No. 15.

There is an unwritten rule in the hospital that "4" cannot appear in the ward number, such as 4, 14, 24, these ward numbers do not exist.

Bed 15 is next to the window, next to bed 13.

As soon as Jing Xiaoran walked into the room, he saw an angry uncle sitting on a 15-bed hospital bed and making a phone call.

The uncle is about 40 years old, but his hair is already graying, and he still has a black bag pinned to his waist.

"Xiaojin, you don't need to come here. I said I have nothing to do. I just came for a routine checkup. Maybe I'll go home tomorrow..."

"Oh, I really don't need to come, don't listen to what your mother said..."

"Oh, that's fine, I'm in bed 15 of the Hematology Department of Fancheng Central Hospital..."

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The uncle made a phone call for about 5 minutes, and Jing Xiaoran stepped forward after it was over.

"Uncle, are you a new patient?" Jing Xiaoran glanced at the admission form in his hand, "Xu Yongnian?"

"Yes!" The uncle nodded, and put the phone into his black bag, "Are you my attending doctor?"

As he said that, Xu Yongnian frowned, the doctor in front of him was too young.No one wants to be in the hospital and be managed by an inexperienced doctor.

But when his eyes looked at Jing Xiaoran's badge, he was relieved.

It turned out to be an intern doctor!
Xu Yongnian's expression was not as respectful as before, and his attitude towards Jing Xiaoran was somewhat disapproving.

"Uncle, Dr. Zhang Hang is your bed doctor, and I'm his intern." Jing Xiaoran said, "I'm here now to ask about your medical history."

Xu Yongnian laughed: "I have already told Dr. Zhang about the specific medical history, you can just ask him, you don't need to ask me again."

While talking, Xu Yongnian took off his shoes in front of Jing Xiaoran, and lay down on the hospital bed.

Jing Xiaoran frowned unconsciously.

This person doesn't seem to have any problems, he speaks with full of air, and there is no sign of a sick person in his gestures.

The admission form also said "anemia awaiting investigation". Jing Xiaoran carefully observed that Xu Yongnian's lips were slightly pale, not as rosy as normal people.

This also further confirmed the anemia.

Jing Xiaoran made his tone as gentle as possible. He has been in the clinic for many years, and he is not the kind of fledgling stupefied young man who would start to fight the patient after hearing some nasty words from the patient.

"Uncle, I need to record your condition in detail and write it down in the medical record, so that all your information will be recorded in the book in the future." Jing Xiaoran said, "It will be beneficial for you to seek medical treatment in the future."

"And I'll just ask you some questions, it won't be too much trouble."

Hearing what Jing Xiaoran said, Xu Yongnian was too embarrassed to be too difficult.

"That's all right, you can ask quickly. It's already noon, and I have to go out to eat!"

Jing Xiaoran smiled inwardly, it's not up to you to eat, even if it's meal time, he still has to have his blood drawn before he can eat.

"Uncle, I saw that anemia is pending investigation on the hospitalization form. When did you find out that you have anemia?"

"A month ago, the unit organization checked it out."

"What's wrong with you?"

"No, I'm in good health. I haven't had any diseases in the past 40 years!"

"And do you have bruises, bruises, bleeding spots, or black stools?"

"No! There are no symptoms, you don't need to ask about this, I promise there is nothing!"

Xu Yongnian's tone was very firm, Jing Xiaoran could only temporarily put down the doubts in his heart.

However, it does not rule out that Xu Yongnian concealed his illness.

Generally, the more such patients, the greater the possibility of concealing their condition.

Jing Xiaoran was about to continue asking, when suddenly a female voice came from the door of the ward.

This female voice was like a spring, a trickle, and revealed a breath that Jing Xiaoran was familiar with.

(End of this chapter)