However, as soon as Zhou Congwen thought about it, he caught a glimpse of the expression on Shen Lang's face and felt something was wrong.

"Shen Lang, have the patient a problem?" Zhou Congwen asked.

Shen Lang scratched his head, "The patient was very pretentious. He had two ribs broken, no blood pneumothorax, no traumatic wet lungs, and the fracture end had good alignment. It shouldn't be so painful, but he didn't even dare to breathe and stayed in the bed without moving."

"Oh, it's normal," Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"Director Yanchun of the Nursing Department asked if there is a single room?" Shen Lang spread his hands and leaned into Zhou Congwen's ear and whispered.

"Didn't you tell her?"

There is only one single room in the thoracic surgery department, and it has been given to a leader in the group company who is going to undergo surgery. It is estimated that the relative of the director of the nursing department can only stay in the general ward.

Although this is not a problem, it costs a lot of verbalism.

"I am a little doctor, and my words are not that useful. At least you have to go and take a look." Shen Lang said, "I called the director and he will be back soon."

"Let's go and take a look first." Zhou Congwen saw that Li Ran had recorded too many things and could not digest them for a while, so he went to see the new patient with Shen Lang.

Zhou Congwen was trustworthy in Shen Lang's physical examination, but if he wanted to auscultate, he had to make sure there was no blood pneumothorax. As for the fracture of the ribs, it would be okay to attach it; if he didn't, he could just maintain it like this.

When he arrived at a three-person ward, there were a group of people begging for their well-being by the bed by the window. Zhou Congwen saw a man in white clothes bent down and talking to the patient.

"Hello, Director Yanchun." Zhou Congwen walked over and greeted him politely.

"Xiao Zhou, it's causing trouble for you." The director of the nursing department looked at Zhou Congwen with his waist straight, "My third aunt said she would not let the storing of autumn vegetables, so she would not listen. Now you can buy anything in winter, and you have to buy a bunch of cabbage and green onions at home."

Zhou Congwen quickly interrupted the nagging of the director of the nursing department. If this topic about Qiucai is mentioned, I don’t know when to go.

"Director Yanchun, where is the film?"

"here."

Zhou Congwen took the film and looked at the sunshine.

Shen Lang is right. The patient has no blood pneumothorax, and the fracture has a good alignment. There may be pain, but most patients will not feel it very painful.

Listening to the patient's oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

The patient had a painful expression on his face, and every wrinkle in his sixties seemed to be telling the pain.

Zhou Congwen doesn’t think the patient is pretentious and has many things to do.

People have different physical constitutions and different levels of pain tolerance. Some people are sensitive to pain and will not discriminate against patients because of this.

Auscultation, the breathing sound of both lungs is clear, and there is no rales.

After excluding the possibility of blood pneumothorax, Zhou Congwen was relieved and explained a few words, and invited the director of the nursing department to go out to talk about the matter in the single room.

When Zhou Congwen turned around, he suddenly saw the patient who had just sat in a wheelchair standing behind as if nothing had happened, looking curiously. Zhou Congwen really didn't know what to evaluate.

The patient who looked like he was fine was actually seriously injured. If it weren't for his family and the patient who firmly refused the surgical treatment, Zhou Congwen would have to go up and press more than a dozen memory alloy plates to fix the ribs.

Seeing that the patient was in a serious condition and could not get up, it was just a matter of nothing, and Zhou Congwen didn't care at all.

"You, go back and lie down and twitch gently!" Zhou Congwen and the strong man said.

"Doctor, I'm fine." In order to show Zhou Congwen that he was fine, the strong man shrugged his shoulders as if he was exercising. Seeing that he was trying to beat his chest with his fists, Zhou Congwen was shocked.

"Stop!" Zhou Congwen quickly yelled at the strong man, and inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hehe." The strong man smiled softly, "It's okay, doctor, go and do your business, I'll tell this brother."

"Don't move around. If the fracture end pierces the pleura and lungs, and the minor lesions and serious illnesses, we are not worth it." Zhou Congwen warned for the first time.

"Oh, I know." The patient said perfunctorily without hesitation.

"I didn't scare you. If there are complications, you have to go to the emergency room to open your chest, such a long hole." Zhou Congwen warned for the second time and gestured to a 20m wound.

The patient was not afraid at all. He looked at Zhou Congwen's eyes and smiled, as if nothing in this world could scare him.

But this person is just brave, with insensitive pain or high tolerance, but he is not as good as a little gangster, and he is uncomfortable in all kinds of things.

Zhou Congwen had a good impression of this patient, but he was a little worried. He repeatedly reminded him for a long time and almost left the patient's words.

After leaving the ward with the director of the nursing department, he returned to the office, Zhou Congwen explained the current situation. The director of the nursing department did not insist, and he really felt that it was fate to have such a single room.

After dealing with the trivial matters in the ward, Zhou Congwen waited to pick up Chen Houkun.

A few hours passed in the blink of an eye. In the afternoon, Zhou Congwen also called Master Shi and took a taxi to the station to welcome Professor Chen.

After meeting, Professor Chen patted Zhou Congwen on the shoulder hard, "Xiao Zhou, I didn't expect you to do so well recently."

"good."

"Okay?" Chen Houkun laughed, "Do you know, all the doctors in the sophomore year have been spread. Many people say that when you rejected Academician Chu, you thought you were just a fool, but unexpectedly, the fool was them.

If a doctor in the cardiothoracic surgery department doesn’t follow Mr. Huang, he wants to go with Academician Chu, that’s a fool.”

"..." Zhou Congwen tied his little flat head, "That's what they said?"

"That's how I understand." Chen Houkun said happily, "All of them are academicians, but can academicians and academicians be the same? Follow Mr. Huang, you don't have to change your career in internal medicine. This is the best choice."

Zhou Congwen smiled slightly.

"The academician workstation is handed over to you to host. Xiao Zhou, you really have it!"

"Old Huang trusts me, I hope I..."

"Don't talk about these useless things. What are you doing in the Third Hospital? Come quickly!" Chen Houkun was a little anxious.

"I'll bring another one for this just starting out. By the way, Brother Chen, the Third Hospital may not invite you to fly to the flying knife in a few years."

Chen Houkun was slightly stunned, then nodded in a clear way, "Do you look for a professor from 912? I know."

"Oh?" Zhou Congwen looked at Chen Houkun, "Brother Chen, you shouldn't be angry."

"How could that happen?" Chen Houkun said, "I'm too lazy to run out now. Zhang You made me secretly, but now it seems that what you are right, he took himself into the ditch."

"Oh?" Zhou Congwen smiled slightly.

"I am quite famous in the provincial capital now. The small nodules found by the provincial and municipal departments ended up undergoing surgery. Director Zhang has been very depressed recently."

Chen Houkun said with a smile, a little proud.
Chapter completed!