In-house help system

"Let me tell you, Director Feng is definitely a genius in surgery, and his hands are rejuvenated. A few days ago, there was a 76-year-old man with valvular heart disease. He even issued a critical illness notice in the city hospital. Later, his family's son was unwilling The contact was transferred to our hospital, Director Feng performed an operation, and guess what? The old man is alive and kicking now, thinking about getting out of the hospital and dancing in the square all day long."

Ji Wenliang nodded.

"Hmm."

"What do our cardiac surgeons do? Cutting the heart! Where is the heart? It is the source of power for our human body. If something goes wrong with the knife, the source of power will stop working." I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I entered the operating room for the first time, I saw that the heart was just exposed, beating all the time. It felt like a life was in my hand. My legs were shaking, but I turned my head. Look, Director Feng's scalpel is so steady, and his expression is so calm, Director Feng is the one who holds other people's lives in his hands."

Ji Wenliang continued to nod.

"Hmm."

"Just last year, Director Feng performed more than 600 surgeries. At the busiest time, he arranged five surgeries a day. One surgeries took a few hours less, and sometimes more than ten hours. I can't compare the physical strength."

Ji Wenliang felt a little pain in his neck.

"Hmm."

"Director Feng..."

On the way from the office to the operating room, Ji Wenliang really saw Song Jie's fanboy attributes.

"Senior Brother Song, according to what you say, Teacher Feng...doesn't have any shortcomings?"

"Shortcomings." Song Jie rubbed his chin, suddenly his eyes lit up, and pointed to the front, "Hey, isn't that Director Feng?"

The two of them had reached the operating room without knowing it. Feng Ming had just finished the operation and was talking to the patient's family members waiting at the door.

After they finished talking, Song Jie pulled Ji Wenliang forward.

"Director Feng, this is a new doctor in our department. Didn't Dr. He transfer away? Director Wang asked him to study with you."

The last time I saw Feng Ming covering his face with a mask on, this time there was nothing to cover him, Ji Wenliang was a little nervous.

"Hello, Teacher Feng."

Feng Ming glanced at him casually, and suddenly felt that this look was somewhat familiar, as if the two had met each other a few years ago, and as if he had carved a mark in his life a long time ago.

But the latter is impossible, Feng Ming thought, maybe he is just a certain patient he has treated, or a family member of the patient, or maybe a passerby who walked through the zebra crossing together.

He recovered quickly.

Since graduating, he has never stopped coming into contact with all kinds of patients and all kinds of family members, male, female, young, old, gentle, savage...At the beginning, he can still remember Their faces and the hopes for life that emerged from them, but later, these faces changed faster and faster, became more and more blurred, and were gradually replaced by data representing various vital signs.

"Ah."

Feng Ming nodded lightly, passed the two of them, and left.

I... I haven't introduced myself yet.

Ji Wenliang looked at Song Jie with a mask on his face.

Looking at Feng Ming's back, Song Jie seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said to Ji Wenliang: "I remembered, Director Feng has one... It can be regarded as a shortcoming, that is, he basically doesn't care about people except for work. "

Patted Ji Wenliang's shoulder, "Anyway, we are all used to it, and you will get used to it gradually."

After working in the hospital for half a month, Ji Wenliang finally realized what Song Jie meant when he said "except for work, he basically doesn't care about people".

"Tell me about the patient's medical history."

"Give him an EKG."

"Inform the family members to transfer to the general ward."

……

Apart from the above exchanges between the two, there is nothing else.What's more, Ji Wenliang is very sure that Feng Ming ordered him to do so much work, and he didn't know his name at all. It wasn't until a few days ago that he became interested in his name.

On that day, Feng Ming made a ward round. After questioning a patient who had just undergone surgery to remove a primary cardiac tumor, he suddenly asked, "What are the clinicopathological features of cardiac fibroids?"

Several fellow trainee doctors and interns around looked at each other in blank dismay, none of them reacted to such a sudden investigation.

At this moment, the system sounded in Ji Wenliang's head.

"Ding! The protagonist asks you a question: What are the clinicopathological features of cardiac fibroids? I am searching for answers for you... After the search is over, please answer: Cardiac fibroids are usually unencapsulated, gray-yellow, solid, slightly mature It is braided, tough, and some areas are hardened due to calcification. Under the microscope, the tumor cells are infiltrating and growing, and the myocardial tissue..."

"The risk is being estimated for you... The estimate is complete: After answering the questions as required, the world stability value will increase to 50%; otherwise, the world stability value will decrease to 30%, please answer carefully."

Ji Wenliang felt the joy of cheating, and read according to the system's answer: "Cardiac fibromas often have no capsule..."

After answering, he could clearly feel Feng Ming's gaze fell on his face, and then stopped on the hanging sign on his chest.

So... never knew my name before! ?

After the ward rounds, several interns surrounded Ji Wenliang with expressions of admiration.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, you know all about this, and it's too powerful."

"Isn't it? It's like memorizing. Why is your memory so good?"

At this time, Dr. Xiao Ji was still immersed in the shock that Feng Ming didn't know him, and he was a little frustrated and wronged.

"Doctor Xiao Ji is off work, goodbye!"

Ji Wenliang passed by the nurse station, and several female nurses on duty greeted them warmly.

"goodbye!"

Ji Wenliang responded with a smile and walked downstairs.

The nurse behind watched him whispering, as if he suddenly talked about something interesting, and laughed together.

Seeing Ji Wenliang's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, they took out a few pieces of paper from their pockets, put them on the table, gathered their heads together, and commented with relish.

"Look at it, the painting is quite vivid."

"Look here, look here, haha, it's so fun."

"Next one, next one."

"Oh, don't squeeze, don't squeeze."

"Give this to me, I will make a collection."

"Then I want this one, and this one."

"Don't grab it."

They discussed heatedly, and they didn't get up hastily until Feng Ming approached.

"Director Feng."

"Director Feng."

Feng Ming nodded, his eyes fell on the few paintings scattered on the table.

A few nurses, you look at me, and I look at you.

One of the nurses boldly said: "Director Feng, this was drawn by Doctor Xiao Ji."

"It was drawn by Doctor Xiao Ji for the patient." Another nurse added.

A few days ago, an old man came here, suffering from coronary heart disease. After asking about the medical history and performing an examination, the doctor suggested a heart bypass surgery, and the patient's family members also agreed, and arranged for the old man to be hospitalized for preparation.

That day, when Ji Wenliang was on a routine inspection, the old man suddenly stopped him.

"My son, I have something to trouble you."

Ji Wenliang put down the notebook and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

"My niece said, I have coronary heart disease and need an operation. What..."

"Build a bridge."

"With what?"

Ji Wenliang leaned over, raised his voice, and said loudly, "Build a bridge."

"Yes, please speak up, my ears are not working well. I just want to know what the meaning of coronary heart disease I have, and what it means to build a bridge. I don't understand it. I feel a little scared."

Ji Wenliang said: "Your disease is caused by coronary atherosclerosis..."

The old man waved his hand, "I don't understand what you said about porridge or not."

Ji Wenliang thought for a while and asked, "Master, what did you do before?"

The old man said at the top of his voice, "I'm cleaning the streets, sweeping the streets."

Ji Wenliang said: "Master, wait a moment."

He went back to the office to fetch some printing paper, took out a black ballpoint pen from his left breast pocket, and drew a map of a country with a few strokes.Pointing to an area and asking: "Master, do you know where this is?"

The old man lost his eyes, "I know here, isn't this the capital?"

Ji Wenliang changed to a red ballpoint pen, and outlined a heart in the capital area, with several black curves radiating from the heart, extending to all parts of the country.

"Master, look, a person is like a country, and the capital is..."

"The capital is the heart of the country."

"Yes, these lines represent highways, transporting various items. In the human body, blood vessels function as highways, and various nutrients needed by our body are transported to all parts of the body through them."

While talking, Ji Wenliang added a few more lines in the capital area.

"The heart is also covered with many blood vessels, which are responsible for transporting the nutrients needed by the heart, just like the roads in the urban area of ​​the capital. These roads are criss-crossed, like a hat on the head of the heart, so we gave it a name It’s called a coronary artery. If a section of blood vessel here is blocked, it’s like... like the road is blocked by garbage, the heart will be short of blood and cannot get nutrition. At this time, we will feel a sense of pressure in the chest, that is We often say coronary heart disease."

"Then...what's the matter?"

"We have a number of treatments, the one we're going to give you is called a bypass surgery, which simply means taking a section of blood vessel elsewhere in your body and using it to connect the proximal and distal ends of the blocked section of the vessel together , like building a bridge over a blocked highway so the blood can flow again."

The old man suddenly realized.

"I understand, I understand. Once you draw like this, I will understand."

Ji Wenliang smiled: "Master, don't worry, the doctor Feng who performed the operation on you is very skilled."

"I don't worry, I don't worry, I just came here when I heard that our hospital is doing well."

At this time, a doctor came to Ji Wenliang, saying it was urgent, Ji Wenliang left in a hurry, and conveniently put the painting on the table beside the bed.

Later, these paintings, together with many other paintings, were collected by several nurses, and finally fell into Feng Ming's hands.

Looking at these paintings, Feng Ming thought to himself that he would be a good doctor.

The author has something to say:

I saw that the documents that Jinjiang requested to refer to were listed, so I wrote them out haha, please correct me if there are any mistakes.

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