Chapter 32 two little doctors

After being hospitalized in KK for a week, he was finally released and went home. During this week, I found that the doctors available in KK were all too young, which made me question their level. Looking at the baby faces, I think they are at most 25 or 6 years old, right?He even took the lead in the hospital, and the doctors with more qualifications were basically invisible. I first lived on the 7th floor. The resident doctor on the 7th floor is a young girl who has just graduated. It is really hard to watch her go to work.Every morning before dawn, I will go to the post for rounds. I will inquire about each patient, and then do some routine work ordered by the big doctor, such as drawing blood and checking the wound. Accompanying her, she has been busy until 8 o'clock in the evening, and many people are still staring at her. I don't know when she gets off work every day.

I told the laborer that this little doctor is very nervous and does not have the potential of a doctor, such as being calm and careful.The specific manifestation is that he loses things and pulls things around, and is in a hurry, which makes people look scared.For example, on the first day I came to draw blood, and when the draw was over, the armband was thrown on my bed, and I turned around and left.Come back later to collect a blood sample from the bed next door, and tell them that my bandages are missing, so I'll make do with rubber gloves, don't you mind?The patient had a strange expression, so I quickly turned over and found the belt and handed it to her.The next day I came to collect blood samples, because the blood vessels in the left arm were hardened and could not be drawn out, so I had to try again with the right arm.When the blood came out, I turned around with the syringe in my hand, muttering in my mouth: "Where are the two tubes I just took?" I searched around but couldn't find it, so I took two new tubes from the medicine box and put the blood samples in.After she left, I found two tubes for blood samples placed beside my left arm.When I came to the ward round on the third day, I checked the bleeding spots on my body, and stuffed the medical record into the crack of the bed, but I couldn’t find it when I left. I called a few nurses to look for it in every ward. , There was no result, so she ran to apologize to me with a blushing face and said: "I lost the medical record, and I will ask the doctor to make it up for me later." Fortunately, the aunt who cleaned the room found it when she was changing the sheets , and send it to her.

She made me laugh every day by coming in and wondering what she was going to drop today. Blood was drawn on the fourth day, and my platelets dropped to the lowest point. In addition, one or two tubes of blood were drawn every day, and the blood vessels that could be drawn were all black and blue, and it was difficult to find. She poked the needle under my skin and tried it back and forth. , I screamed in pain, but finally I couldn't find the blood vessel, so I pulled it out.This is over, the flash flood broke out, the blood in the veins burst out, dripping all over the ground, she was not prepared enough, a small ball of cotton couldn't stop, soaking her rubber gloves, I began to feel dizzy, and my ears were ringing , I passed out as soon as I collapsed, and then I heard her pat me on the face and said strangely: "There is nothing to be nervous about. Every time I have menstruation, the blood is more than this." The blood vessel was blocked, and he was told: "Be strong!" I could hear the laborer gritting his teeth and trembling. The laborer was terrified, but of course he refused to admit it later.I later told the little doctor that menstruation is divided into five days, and this kind of blood loss is within a few minutes. Of course, I couldn't bear it. She actually explained to me from a medical point of view: "The total amount is the same, yes. No body damage."

On the night of the fifth day, an Indian woman who had just undergone an operation was sent here, looking very miserable.Other women who had caesarean sections were pushed by wheelchairs when they came down. She was pushed by the bed and lay down with water hanging. Because of the deep anesthesia, she snored unscrupulously. That mountain sound!Pierce my eardrums, reach my heart and lungs.I endured it for two hours, and had no choice but to ask the nurse to bring me earphones. I wore the earphones to read the novel, and the sound of the TV was played in it, thinking that it could be covered.But Indian women, as you all know, are relatively heavy, especially those who have just given birth, and the level of snoring is definitely higher than that of strong men. I usually sleep lightly, let alone snoring so loudly, even if someone walks lightly I would also wake up before passing the door of the ward.For me, every second is impatient.Especially when she was injected with anesthesia, I felt that her breathing was like being strangled by someone. There was a sudden terrifying silence in the reverberating ward without a single sound, and then a long sigh from the bottom of the chest. , I don't know if she herself is uncomfortable, but the way she breathes makes me breathless, I am almost suffocated.Uneasy, he kept ringing the bell to call the nurse to check.

After persisting for five hours, I finally had a nervous breakdown and begged the nurse to change my room.The nurse said embarrassingly, it was already 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, and no one would go through the formalities for me, so I asked me to persist until the next morning. I insist. At 2:30, another Chinese woman was sent in. She also just had a cesarean section. I wanted to join her to drive the Indian woman away. Who knew that the woman started having sex with the Indian woman as soon as she lay down. I hopped to invite the nurse to listen to the snoring duet, and moved a chair to sit in front of the nurse, intending not to go back to the ward overnight.After the on-site inspection, the nurse was sympathetic to me and decided to move me to the 8th floor.

I was the only one in the ward on the 8th floor, and it was very quiet. I finally had a good sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman in a hospital gown with disheveled hair, unkempt face, and swollen eyelids standing in front of me, shaking me awake.Still confused, don't know who this person is. I saw this young woman, with her hair tied up and a hairpin in her mouth, asking me inarticulately, "Is there any pain? Is there any bleeding? Is there a fever?" I didn't know it was from the eighth floor. Resident doctor! Two days ago, I saw her running around on the seventh floor wearing a loose hospital gown. At that time, I thought she was sick and hospitalized. I didn't expect such a useless woman to be a resident doctor!It was too hard to think about coming to work, she didn't even go home, she just found a hospital bed to live in, and stayed in the hospital every day without going home.It's been a long time, and I don't have time to brush my teeth and wash my face when I get up in the morning to make rounds.I thought the resident doctors on the seventh floor were sloppy enough, but at least they are well-dressed when they come to visit patients every day, at least they look clean, and this one!

I couldn't help but sigh, feeling that women are more casual than men.Later, several young male doctors who came to round the wards wore shirts and ties and tidied themselves up neatly.well!