"Doctor Wu, I'm really sorry for what happened today. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have ended up like this with Song Chao." Liu Congcong looked at Song Chao who left angrily, knowing that with his personality, he would definitely cause trouble for Wu Xiangdong again.

Liu Congcong would feel uncomfortable if the honest and honest Wu Xiangdong was bullied.

But Liu Congcong's words seemed to be in vain and did not cause any ripples in Wu Xiangdong's heart. He just said lightly: "It's okay, you don't have to blame yourself. Some things are destined to happen. It's just that

It's a matter of time."

Wu Xiangdong chose to break up with Song Chao today because he knew that if he just tolerated it, Song Chao would only get worse and there would be no room for relaxation.

"But you are in the same department, and you don't see each other every day. If there is a big quarrel and the news reaches Director Zhao, I'm afraid there will be trouble." Even Liu Congcong knew that the backer behind Song Chao was Zhao Guoqiang, so she was afraid that Wu Xiangdong would do it because of this.

Something happened secretly.

"It was indeed possible before, but it's not possible now." Wu Xiangdong didn't say much, but anyone could see the confidence on his face.

At this point, Liu Congcong couldn't say anything else. Although she was still a little worried, seeing Wu Xiangdong's confidence made her feel relieved again.

At this time, the sky has begun to get bright. A red sun slowly rises from the eastern horizon. The dark earth is wrapped in light little by little. Soon a ray of sunlight shines on Wu Xiangdong's face through the glass window, and the warm sunlight dissipates.

Wu Xiangdong looked out the window with squinted eyes as he shook his slightly chilled body, remembering the words that countless fans in later generations will still remember.

"Although I have never seen Los Angeles at four o'clock, we stay in the hospital ward at four o'clock every day, waiting for the sun to dispel the darkness and welcome a new day."

Wu Xiangdong looked at the time and saw that the night shift was about to end in three hours. Although he had been busy all night, he did not feel sleepy at all and was even still energetic. This made him feel a little emotional. After all, he was still young, as if

Every cell in the body is full of vitality.

At this time, Liu Congcong at the nurse station had already begun to prepare things for blood drawing in the morning. She took out various blood collection tubes from the neatly stacked drawers, including purple conventional tubes, red biochemical tubes, and blue tubes specially used to check coagulation function.

Color test tubes, each type of blood collection tube has different lengths, and the blood volume drawn is also slightly different.

Liu Congcong took the doctor's order written by Wu Xiangdong and checked the blood collection patient's information again. She had to repeat this check three times before. Only in this way can she ensure that there will be no mistakes in the blood collection process.

"Doctor Wu, if there is nothing else, I will go and draw blood from the patient first." After Liu Congcong sorted the blood collection tubes into categories, he took the doctor's order and pushed a small treatment cart along the corridor of the nurse station to draw blood one by one.

Blood.

The General Surgery Department is located in the east area of ​​the seventh floor. It has 24 beds, and the two single rooms on the left and right are equipped with independent bathrooms. This was quite luxurious for the hospital environment at that time.

As for other rooms, there are double rooms and triple rooms, and facing the nurse's station is a large ward that can accommodate six beds.

Liu Congcong started drawing blood from the big ward first, but Wu Xiangdong did not follow him for ward rounds, because there was still a very important thing for him to complete at this time.

He walked to the back room of the nurse's station, which was a room dedicated to storing items. He walked around the wall, took out a key from a small iron box on a shelf, and then returned to the nurse's station.

At this time, Wu Xiangdong's eyes had already turned to the one-meter-high stainless steel cabinet next to the desk, which was under the reminder light. It was now tightly closed with an iron lock, and its impregnable appearance added a bit of mystery to people.

"I really miss this kind of iron medical record folder." Wu Xiangdong opened the lock with a key, and then opened the cabinet door. There were 24 medical record folders placed in the partition with a distance of less than the thickness of a palm.

They were arranged according to numbers from top to bottom. They corresponded to the detailed medical records of the inpatients in each bed. Wu Xiangdong stretched out his fingers and started counting from top to bottom. When he reached the fifteenth floor, he opened his palm and picked up the medical records inside.

came out.

The heavy medical record folder gives people a sense of historical heaviness. Compared with the later plastic medical record folders, this iron folder makes people feel solid in their hands.

Wu Xiangdong opened the patient's hospitalization record. The first thing that caught his eye was the patient's temperature sheet, with red dots and blue crosses. The lines they formed represented respectively the patient's pulse rate and body temperature during hospitalization.

At this time, the red and blue lines on the temperature sheet were rising alternately as the hospitalization time went by. Wu Xiangdong frowned and quickly discovered the problem: "The patient's body temperature and pulse rate continued to rise after five days of hospitalization.

It gradually increased from about 60 times/min to 90 times/min, and his body temperature rose from 36.3 degrees Celsius when he was just hospitalized to 37.1 degrees Celsius. It seems that his intestinal obstruction is not as simple as imagined."

Wu Xiangdong then turned to the second page. This was the patient's admission record. It recorded in detail his condition when he was first admitted to the hospital, as well as his chief complaint, current history, past history, personal history, family history and other data. There were also additional

The declarant’s signature and date.

Of course, these all need to be written by hand. Wu Xiangdong looked at the crooked handwriting and recognized whose masterpiece it was at a glance.

"The words are really like people's names. Even the medical records are so sloppy. How can the patient's physical examination and specialist examination be done well?" Wu Xiangdong shook his head, and he turned a few more pages to read the first trip record and daily ward round record.

I quickly read it and then turned to the end of the medical record. Sure enough, the doctor's signature on the record showed Song Chao's name.

Then he made a few noteworthy points in his mind, put back the 15-bed medical records, and began to review the basic conditions of the patients in the ward one by one from the beginning.

"There are really people from every province." Wu Xiangdong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking at the patients from all over the world on the medical records. They all responded to the policy and devoted their entire lives to the youngest people in the Republic.

on land.

Because it is located where the Yellow River meets the sea, and the surrounding area is rich in oil, in order to ensure the medical safety of these predecessors, Hamada Hospital came into being.

As the only general hospital in this land, Hamada Hospital has shouldered too many responsibilities and obligations. Every time Wu Xiangdong thinks about this, he feels that his burden is heavier.

He carefully looked at each patient's medical records, and wrote down any problems that needed attention or solutions in his notebook. Before he knew it, it was already dawn, and Liu Congcong had also completed blood drawing in the entire ward.

Task.

"Doctor Wu, you are still here. Why don't you take a rest after a busy night?" Liu Congcong pushed the treatment cart and saw Wu Xiangdong still taking notes at the nurse station, and couldn't help but remind him.

After hearing this, Wu Xiangdong put down the pen in his hand, looked up at Liu Congcong, and said with a smile: "You have been so busy that you haven't even rested yet."

"Doctor Wu, look what you said, although I have been busy all night, I will be fine after the shift is over. I can go home and sleep without worries." Liu Congcong marked the dense blood collection tubes on the treatment car and put them into the dark green cloth on the side.

In the bag, he said to Wu Xiangdong: "But you are different. After the night shift, you have to follow the director to check the ward and check the patient numbers. It is almost noon after all the work. If there is another emergency surgery at this time, it will be all day long.

Don’t even think about going home and sleeping.”

"It doesn't matter, who told us to choose this line of work?" Wu Xiangdong smiled and didn't say anything more. After all, everyone who chose this line of work was already mentally prepared. As for those who couldn't persist, just

I changed careers early.

This is a hard job, and it is also a job that requires a strong heart, because it bears the important task of treating diseases and saving people. Every decision may affect not only one person, but also the hopes of a family or even two families.

Therefore, in his previous life, when Wu Xiangdong was teaching new students to practice, he would talk to them about stress resistance alone. Some students with poor endurance might even be scared away by Wu Xiangdong before they could even persist in a class.

But any student taught by Wu Xiangdong has a strong ability to withstand stress. Because of this, many medical students taught by Wu Xiangdong eventually shined in their respective hospitals and became eye-catching doctors.
Chapter completed!