Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 228 Banquet Invitation

Passing through the floor drain gap reserved by the stone slab, the lamp casts a limited-sized light spot below, and it is difficult to distinguish the height in the deep place.The sediment slowly floats and settles with the eddy current, presenting a layered dirty color.

It seems to be a trace of what has passed by here, or it was only aroused by the swift action.

But the peeping sensation that caused the itchy discomfort was gone.

The two returned to the clinic smoothly.Surprisingly, I found that although the night was dark, the lights in the clinic were still bright, and the upstairs and downstairs were brightly lit.

Kraft stepped forward to knock on the door, but among the footsteps walking back and forth and the sound of conversation inside, no one responded.

He tried to push the door, but the gate inside was not locked, allowing him to walk into a somewhat familiar scene unimpeded.

The area covered with white curtains in the lobby has increased several times, corresponding to the expansion of the number of beds, probably no less than [-].

The assistants and apprentices chatted at the table, jotted down a few sentences, then walked towards the white curtain, joined the noisy crowd of coughing and inquiries, and then turned back to add a few more notes.

Immersed in this bustling work scene, they didn't notice anyone coming at the first time, they were only busy filling up the manuscripts in their hands, and then put them together.

When some have been accumulated, they are sent upstairs in piles.

Kraft leaned over to the table, looked at a semi-finished record, and found that it was a "medical record" of a certain patient, and the basic information was only written on the name and an unknown number.

There is no chief complaint, probably because there are piles of subjective symptoms that are too long and cumbersome to write down in the history of present illness. At first glance, it is unclear whether it is an interrogation transcript or a diary. Anyway, it is not something that should appear here in the imagination.

Not long after a stack of papers was sent up, there was a series of hurried footsteps in the stairwell.

David, with sunken eyes, waved two freshly ink-stained manuscripts, grabbed the armrest and roared downward: "Bed 39, who wrote Bed 39?!"

Hearing David's voice, not only the apprentices who were writing at their desks trembled, Kraft also shivered.

It's not a guilty conscience, it's just that this number has reached nearly three times the capacity of the original hospital bed, and the total number is estimated to be more than that.God knows how much work I have accumulated during the two days of my disappearance.

Seeing that no one answered, David picked up the two pieces of paper with slightly trembling hands and read out:

"I quarreled with my wife yesterday because the breakfast bread was too hard and scratched my throat. After leaving home, I went to work in a blacksmith's shop. When I walked to the Teme River, I felt my throat was dry and itchy. After coughing a few times, I spit out the saliva, and I saw that there seemed to be blood in it..."

For a long paragraph, the information density seems to be very high, but it seems to be very low.

The dotted marks on the back of the paper can be seen from the angle below.The man's saliva might not really be bloodshot, but David's eyeballs did.

"There are 41 beds left, coughing for more than ten days, other treatments are ineffective, Dr. David admitted to the clinic with 'it seems to be tuberculosis, it may be pneumonia, not sure, after Professor Kraft's examination and identification'? !"

Apparently this person was there during the outpatient clinic, and his memory is quite good.

Kraft rested his forehead and sighed, and at least wrote the time of onset, which is what he sounds like an auxiliary inspection item for etiology.

It seems that David did not withstand the pressure during the two days he left.

Even if some basic symptoms and signs have been written in black and white, it does not mean that it can be handled like looking at the drawings and assembling a machine.

Even if you put together a machine, you can get a few more parts.

In actual operation, you can always encounter some specious situations. If you have not studied systematically, you will naturally have a situation where everything looks like tuberculosis.

Then these undiagnosed cases, or those cases that cannot be confirmed for artificial pneumothorax after diagnosis, quickly piled up, filling up the hospital beds for daytime stay in the clinic, and turning into a terrible paperwork load.

Of course, this work should have been done by the only officially recognized physician here.

Before leaving, Kraft left a simplified template for David, which only included two parts, the complaint of discomfort and the main points of the medical history. With the ability of Dunlin University graduates, it is not difficult to understand.

According to his idea, after returning, he can quickly understand individual difficult cases through written records, saving a lot of time.

However, the reality is that Kraft underestimated the flow of people and overestimated David's ability.Neither individual cases nor time savers.

Unfinished tasks were passed on to other people, and the apprentices who had just received second-hand transfers were temporarily employed, lacking the ability to complete independently, and finally achieved a grand scene of overtime work in the entire clinic.

David calmed down temporarily after reciting these blood-pressure-raising descriptions, and noticed Kraft appearing in the crowd.

"Ah, Professor Kraft." He walked down the stairs, holding Kraft's hands tightly, unable to speak for a while, and the bloodshot eyes were particularly obvious.

After looking at the manuscript with obvious boosting effect in his hand, and then looking at the hospital bed behind the big white screen, thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence: "Are you back?"

"I sorted out about... fifty or so copies, and some of them are unfinished, so I have to ask again."

"Forget it, let's go see the patient." Feeling guilty, Kraft decided to accompany David to work overtime for a while, "Stop writing the rest, let's come together."

The professor pulled himself together and led the group behind the curtain, thinking that it was time to set up some formal wards.

The space of the clinic is okay for daytime use, but then there will inevitably be patients who need long-term observation, and there are very few medical institutions that can provide "hospitalization" conditions at this time.

The doctors are still fighting alone, but some monasteries can take in a large number of patients for treatment. It has to be said that the church is quite advanced in some aspects.

But he also has to solve the immediate problem first, and then think about those.

"For this pneumothorax, the needle and gas-liquid bottle can be removed, avoid large movements, and don't move at all."

The patient who had a sudden pneumothorax before was very lucky to survive after first aid, which made people happy for a while.

The patient's son stepped forward to thank him, but found that the doctor's smile did not last long behind the masking cloth, and he just nodded and left.Tuberculosis is still entrenched in the patient's lungs, which means that the countdown to his life is only the last handful in the hourglass.

"This one said that there was blood in the coughing saliva..." Kraft pressed his tongue with a tongue depressor, and after a brief inspection of the mouth, he found the source of the bleeding. "The bread his wife made may be really hard."

"The gums and oral mucosa are damaged. If it doesn't work, just soak it before eating."

"I just said that the bread she made was like a rock." The patient lay back on the bed with peace of mind.

There are also those who have coughed for a long time but are not severe, "Well, this cough history is very long, with nasal congestion and runny nose, nasal secretions hang upside down at the back of the pharynx, irritating the throat, go back and wash the nose with salt water, and look again after a while."

After spending some time, Kraft ruled out some apparently irrelevant patients, and felt his body getting more and more tired.

But the spirit is still active, even more flexible and excited as if he has gone through a warm-up exercise.

"Okay, let's get here first, I will be there tomorrow morning."

David breathed a sigh of relief, remembering something he had forgotten during his busy schedule, "By the way, some of your personal letters were sent to the clinic while you were away, and I asked me to pass them on."

A stack of various letters was handed over to Kraft, who sat down at a random table and opened them one by one among the messy stationery and ink utensils.

There were several letters inviting him to visit with a high consultation fee, invitations to communicate with unknown institutions and individuals, and several invitations to social banquets, one of which was sent from the School of Medicine of Dunlin University.

The relationship between the two colleges is bridging at a gratifying speed, and recently it has reached the point where they are willing to meet with each other outside of necessary occasions.

Kraft lost interest after reading a few letters, but the signing of one of them caught his attention.

【Xi Guo】

The beautiful turquoise blue mineral paint around the seal makes it stand out among the many beautifully patterned letters, and the tone is particularly bright.

"Uh, David, I may not be in the clinic the day after tomorrow, you should exercise more."

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