Chapter 55: Chapter 0053 Preparation for a Short Lesson
Yang Ping accompanied Professor Zhang in the elevator, escorting him back to his ward.
Professor Zhang instructed: “Don’t you guys have lectures on Saturdays? You and Xiao Song can arrange it, you talk about my surgery to everyone, explain why I can get out of bed so quickly, I can also sit in and listen.”
Yang Ping said: “Professor Zhang, we’ve been thinking about that, I’ll prepare with them later.”
On Saturdays, there is no need to hand over the shift, but the doctors in charge of patients need to do ward rounds.
Not only in the standard training student group, Professor Zhang’s video is also spread in other groups. The small group cannot bear the energy implied by the ssage, and the discussion is transferred to the orthopedic group.
So people had already rushed to the ward to see the truth of the matter with their own eyes. Neither photos nor videos are enough to convince people, seeing is believing.
When they saw Professor Zhang walking from the corridor to the ward, everyone’s doubts were dispelled.
Really, he is really walking on the ground already.
Song Zimo took out his mobile phone and showed the video to Yang Ping.
“Explain it to everyone, or should I say sothing? Won’t you correct
if I’m wrong?” Song Zimo knew Yang Ping’s temperant, and he was willing to take over the task on certain things .
“Morning lecture should be postponed to the afternoon, the the centers around Professor Zhang’s surgery last night, specific details to be announced later.” Song Zimo sent a ssage to the group.
Imdiately there was a flurry of responses: “Received, received, received—–”
Everyone has been waiting for a response. Now that it’s finally here, the mystery will be revealed in the afternoon lecture.
“Little Five, didn’t you boast about knowing animation? You’re free this morning. After the ward rounds, let’s work on it together, and create an animation demonstration to explain yesterday’s surgery, will there be enough ti?” Song Zimo asked Little Five.
“It’s not boasting, I really know how to do it.” Little five corrected, this little guy knows a lot of things, especially so niche skills, no one knows where he learned it from.
“You can even create animations, create the Calabash Brothers to have a look.” Zhang Lin said.
The graduate students and standard training students who were following them perked up their ears, ready to catch any information.
Soone in the group has already offered to write dical records for a month, this temptation is huge, those who have never been residential doctors don’t know the burden it carries.
Although the writing of dical records has been digitalized and is all being typed on computers.
But for residential doctors, dical records are still a huge burden, making it hard for them to catch their breath. Especially when the computer is not running fast enough the urge to smash the computer cos to mind.
First illness record, admission record, Daily illness record, preoperative discussion, surgical consent, or even surgery records, each and every one of those are tediously typed out by residence doctors. The superiors periodically sign those.
And these considerable amounts of writing, often after a tis operation is done during the day, only then there’s ti available at night to do it.
Before the lecture today, whoever cracks the surgery password, even if they say a few related words, they don’t need to write dical records for a month, how comfortable!
A few people round the ward, the other patients had nothing special. The AIDS patient had been transferred to the ordinary ward, the isolation room, and a sign of blood and body fluid isolation was hung at the door. The police who had been guarding here before also left.
The girl who had been crying at the entrance of the ICU was taking care of him, very carefully, feeding him porridge spoonful by spoonful.
When she saw the doctors co in for ward rounds, she felt embarrassed. The hospital infection control departnt and the district CDC have already intervened, and a blood sample has been taken for diagnosis, it still returned positive.
There is a standard procedure for diagnosing this disease, the doctor cannot announce the diagnostic test results, only the CDC can announce it, and then the CDC will investigate the patient’s close contacts.
In short, it is no longer a matter for doctors. What doctors need to do is to keep secrets and protect themselves.
“Doctor, we have paid the fees, look, this is the receipt.”
The girl showed everyone the receipt.
The fees are displayed in real-ti on the computer, everyone can see. Out of respect for their credit, Yang Ping still glanced at the receipt.
“You saved my life, how could I owe you this money and make it hard for you.” Patient Wang Feng said.
Several comic books were placed beside the bed, and Zhang Lin picked one up to read.
“This is my latest work?” Wang Feng said shyly.
“You are a comic artist, can you teach
when you’re free?” Little Five said.
Song Zimo said: “Don’t tell
you know how to draw comics.”
“I’m not exactly a comic artist, just that I have so works, that people seems quite like.” Wang Feng said.
Little Five glanced at a few comic books: “The famous Street Alley is actually you,”
“I’m flattered, Street Alley is indeed my pseudonym.” Wang Feng bowed his hand.
“Let’s be friends, co co co.” Little Five shook hands with Wang Feng.
After coming out, everyone in turn squeezed a few drops from the hand sanitizer bottle at the door, rubbed their hands, and sanitized their hands to avoid cross-infection.
Every ti a patient is visited during ward rounds, they must sanitize their hands when they co out. Otherwise, the hospital infection office will want to have a talk with you in a few days.
After the ward rounds, they are free.
Surgeons are afraid of not having operations to perform. It’s only life when there are operations.
Rather collect dust on the dical books, wishing that everyone in the world is disease free.
That’s just a grand wish, a grand wish is kept in one’s heart.
In reality, people fall ill everyday, people get injured, they need doctors to help.
The father of Chinese surgery, Qiu Fazu, once said: “Those who are not nearly as talented as immortals cannot be doctors, those who do not have the virtues approaching that of Buddha cannot be doctors.”
Yang Ping preferred this sentence.
Hold on to the ideals with the left hand, hold the reality with the right hand, keep your feet on the ground to stay steady, look far ahead to go further.
Zhang Lin wrote patient record, chatting and typing at the sa ti, not affecting the speed or accuracy at all.
Little Five and Song Zimo were creating animation and courseware, preparing for a lecture.
Little Five was not bragging, he really knew how to create animations. Following the requirents of Song Zimo, he created an animation depicting the movent of the hip joint on his laptop.
These 3D anatomical structures can be obtained as finished products from a digital 3D anatomy company, and then they can be modified further.
Soon, Little Five made a rough draft, and then started making modifications slowly.
Ding dong! Task completed, reward 9000 points.
This ti, the system’s reward was a little late, probably because it takes so ti to evaluate the effect of the surgery.
Yang Ping didn’t have much to do, so he entered the system to check his points. He now has another ten thousand points. These frequent ups and downs kept him on his toes.
Now that the training for limb fractures has been completed, the next step is to tackle pelvic acetabular fractures.
Once the orthopedic trauma field is mastered, it will soon be ti to venture into sports dicine.
Sports dicine usually involves arthroscopic surgery. Back at the People’s Hospital, he had only assisted by holding legs and supporting the arthroscope.
Now, he was about to venture into sports dicine. Yang Ping felt a flutter of excitent.
To learn about pelvic acetabular fractures, it would cost twenty thousand points, and even more expensive was multiple trauma, which cost as much as thirty thousand points.
Compared to the limb fractures, which cost only a few thousand points, these prices were astronomical.
The current aim was to take on pelvic acetabular fractures.
Yang Ping spent so points to read books in the space. Reading in space was the most cost-effective. As long as you have enough points, you can read as long as you want.
In an instant, he could spend days reading in there. As long as he had enough points, reading for months was not an issue.
Yang Ping read books on chanics and biochanics, as well as books on architecture and woodworking. The knowledge was cross-referenced and integrated.
Song Zimo and Little Five were making the final changes to their presentation.
Yang Ping reviewed Zhang Lin’s dical records. Zhang wrote fast and accurately, was logically clear, watertight, standardized in writing, and highly readable. Not just one, but all the dical records were very good, of excellent average quality.
Song Zimo asked Yang Ping to review the presentation to see if any modifications were needed.
Yang Ping went through it several tis, and it looked like this guy had completely understood the principle of the surgery and was visually demonstrating it through the animation.
Genius is genius. It needs no proof, every action is proof.
Yang Ping wondered how great it would be to have such an assistant. But he quickly dismissed the idea. This proud guy wouldn’t lower himself to be soone else’s assistant. His current compliance was just a temporary asure to gain strength.
At noon, they were too lazy to go out for food, so they ordered takeout again. Little Five specifically ordered from a place where they didn’t even need to speak.
Little Five made the call and said, “Hello”.
The other person answered, “Hmm”.
The call was then hung up, and the order was placed. There was no chance of any mistakes.
“A mini lecture this afternoon. Professor Zhang sponsored the refreshnts. The stuff has been bought, notify everyone in the group.” The Head nurse, Yao Ling, usually didn’t work on the weekends, but today was special, and she ca to see Professor Zhang.
“Dean Xia has already gone to see Professor Zhang by himself, he didn’t want to disturb everyone’s work, so he went alone.” Yao Ling added.
Every Saturday’s mini lecture brought together young doctors. Normally, it was organized by Song Zimo. Sotis, a director would participate, other tis when the directors were busy, young doctors would participate while discussing among themselves.
“It’s twelve o’clock, and no announcent has been made yet!” Soone in the WeChat group was urging.
There must be a secret behind why a patient could walk completely weight-bearing within 24 hours after surgery. This wasn’t a reckless act of desperation. Could anyone else here have fooled a man like Professor Zhang, who was a chief editor-level figure in “Orthopedic Surgery?”
Waiting was an anxious affair, and it was extrely irresponsible to the health of others.
“When’s the lecture?” The chat group was unusually lively today, even the usually silent Dr. Jin was urging.
“Who’s presenting?”
“Ti?”
“Send the notice quickly, waiting online.”
“Torturers!”
“Show rcy, say sothing, won’t it? Sweat is literal dripping in anticipation. It could have repercussions.”
“Topic: Biochanics Analysis of Hip Fracture, Presenter: Song Zimo, Guidance: Yang Ping. Ti: Today at 3 PM, Venue: Orthopedic Trauma Teaching Room. Tea and snacks will be provided during the break.”
The announcent was finally made by Song Zimo.
The guide for the lecture was usually the ntor. Normally for a lecture given by a junior doctor, the ntor usually took the relevant director’s na. This implied that he or she had reviewed the presentation and given his or her comnts.
Now that Yang Ping’s na had been put in, wasn’t that a bit arrogant?
But who could argue? Professor Zhang had specifically chosen him to operate, and post-operation, the patient was completely weight bearing within twenty-four hours. This was not sothing any ordinary person could imagine.
“Today’s course cos with refreshnts, has it been upgraded?”
“Sponsored by Professor Zhang Zongshun.”
“Wow, if I’d known earlier, I wouldn’t have eaten lunch.”
Yao Ling had arranged for a few nurses to buy fruit, cakes, and candy.
The fruit had all been washed and cut and arranged on platters. The girls began to set up the snacks in the teaching room.
This was a simulation of the orthopedics academic eting. Usually, such etings had breaks with sothing to eat and drink.
“Can we arrive early to eat?”
“Sure, just send a red envelope first, two hundred’s worth.”
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