That’s right!
Ever since Chen Cang decoded Ma Yuehui’s catchphrase,
He imdiately felt relieved.
This indeed matches Ma Yuehui’s temperant.
At that mont, Li Yue was just behind, overhearing the exchange, and after contemplating for a while, gave Chen Cang a thumbs-up!
Chen Cang was very curious why Ma Yuehui had never been complained about?
Not right!
Not right!
Luo Youcai...
This makes sense!
Isn’t the director of the dical departnt, Luo Youcai, just Ma Yuehui’s wife’s brother?
Chen Cang suddenly ca to a realization.
Turns out... this guy is indeed lucky.
Thinking about Ma Yuehui’s luxury car, villa, beauties, inheritance, background...
The keyword for Ma Yuehui suddenly could be sumd up in three letters: "Ego!"
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However, it must be said,
Ward rounds are a rather troubleso yet very necessary job.
For any doctor, whether in internal dicine, surgery, gynecology, or pediatrics, a very important task is making ward rounds.
After all, dicine is a discipline of humanistic care.
It requires interaction and communication between people.
When treating patients, each doctor has a different attitude. The aloofness of Old Yu gives patients a sense of distance and coldness, but precisely because of this, they rarely question his authority.
Ma Yuehui’s spontaneity and lack of distance make patients feel more comfortable.
But generally, Chen Cang prefers to slightly upturn the corners of his mouth, maintain a smile, and keep his tone as gentle as possible, projecting a sense of harmony.
However, not every patient allows you to be kind.
Occasionally, you really encounter so patients who make you want to lose your temper.
After examining the old man in Bed 28, Chen Cang smiled and gave so instructions, then looked at the young man in Bed 29!
The patient in Bed 29 was newly admitted.
He arrived last night, admitted personally by Huang Binhai.
Male, 33 years old, experienced dizziness, headache, and nausea after drinking alcohol.
The history collection was relatively complete, and so tests had been done.
"Morning blood pressure was 170/120mmHg, sugar tolerance test shows diabetes, fasting blood glucose in the morning was 19.1, the patient shows serious carotid plaque..."
Huang Binhai reported the condition clearly, but the patient was sowhat impatient. The bed was lifted, and he leaned back, crossing his legs, sniffing a cigarette held under his nose since smoking wasn’t allowed in the ward.
He glanced impatiently at Chen Cang and the others.
Eventually, he couldn’t hold back and said, "Am I done with the tests now? Can I leave today? I simply drank too much and fell asleep, and you guys are diagnosing with all sorts of problems."
"Also, last night you said I fainted due to hypoglycemia, today it’s diabetes. You guys are ridiculous."
"Hurry up and discharge !"
After the man finished speaking, he turned his head away and muttered under his breath:
"Doctors here are getting younger and younger, where is your director?
Co on, we paid to see a doctor here, shouldn’t our paynt be equivalent to others’? Why can’t we choose our attending doctor? Can I switch to soone more experienced?"
Great!
Another demanding patient.
Everyone sighed slightly.
Communicating with such patients is indeed troubleso.
If you speak kindly, they think you’re easy to bully, leading to more trouble in follow-up treatnts.
If you respond strongly, you might get complaints.
Sotis it’s really difficult.
Do they think of the hospital as a massage parlor, able to choose a therapist?
Should we find you a lady with long legs and a big chest?
The atmosphere on site was awkwardly indignant.
This three-bed room still had two other patients, looking at the man’s hooligan deanor, although they were annoyed inside, but since this is a hospital, they didn’t want to stir trouble, even considering whether they could negotiate to switch beds.
Chen Cang was silent for a few seconds.
Then, Chen Cang said nothing, to be honest, anyone would lose their temper facing such hostility.
He took the dical records, glanced at the test results, and cald his emotions.
Then said to the man, "I understand your request. I originally wanted to discuss your condition, but it seems you don’t want to know about it, so let’s leave it at that."
"But I remind you, your illness is inherent, not sothing discovered during tests, you need to understand this, after all, I can’t make you sick."
Subsequently, Chen Cang explained the situation of the man to Huang Binhai.
Arranged subsequent tests and precautions, including dication and such.
Finally, he said, "These should be written on the discharge record, have him sign voluntarily, and any issues occurring afterward will not be responsible by us!"
After speaking, Chen Cang got up and left.
From beginning to end, he didn’t glance at the man once.
However...
After the exchange between Chen Cang and Huang Binhai, the man suddenly turned dumb.
"I... I’m going to complain about you, what’s your attitude?"
Chen Cang didn’t respond at all, got up, and left.
The other old man in the room couldn’t help but say, "Young man, what are you complaining about?"
"First, Professor Chen has a very good temper, even under those circumstances, he explained the situation, fulfilling his ward round responsibilities, and you heard it too."
"Second, you wanted to be discharged, and he agreed, everything supposed to be done was done, what’s incorrect?"
"Moreover, do you think a hospital is a massage parlor, free to choose a therapist? Stop it, a hospital isn’t a service establishnt, and doctors aren’t service staff, you are a patient, not the boss!"
The man’s face turned red and blue.
He glared at the older man, deliberately flaunted his tattooed arm, "Who are you? Mind your own business! I’m paying for this hospitalization, shouldn’t they serve ?"
The old man wasn’t fazed by the tattoo at all, but instead snickered, "Don’t try to scare with that kitten tattoo. If you were truly mixed in the underworld, go ask your elders, who would dare provoke a doctor?"
"If you’re not involved in that, yet persist in intimidating with your kitten tattoos, in a place like Beijing, it’s easy to dig yourself a grave. Professor Chen is kind, but that doesn’t an others have a good temper."
After finishing, the old man closed his eyes and said nothing more.
At this ti, several adults ca in from outside, led by an old man in a traditional Chinese suit, wearing sneakers, holding two walnuts, with several strands of beads and antiques around his wrist, entered with a gentle smile.
The few people behind him exuded an intimidating aura.
"You seem to treat the hospital as a retirent ho! You co here every so often."
"Getting older, losing touch, frequent hospital visits aren’t a bad thing." The old man smiled, "Besides, outside of ergencies, where else can I find Professor Chen!"
Upon hearing this, the man in traditional clothing stared wide-eyed at the old man: "Cunning!"
Seeing this older gentleman, the man’s face instantly changed.
He quickly got up and ran out!
He hadn’t expected him to encounter this person at the hospital!
His rank wasn’t enough to know this elder; had it not been for attending a banquet hosted by his boss where he saw his boss treating this elder with utmost respect, he wouldn’t have known of this venerable presence!
But reflecting on just now...
The man was really afraid to stay hospitalized.
Discharge!
Apologize and discharge!
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PS: There are two more Chapters tonight, please wait a bit.
Lately, it’s really busy and exhausting, the rest ti each day is truly minimal, not that I’m making excuses.
In adult life, there is no such thing as ’boredom’, only busy, busy, busy!
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