allonlinenovel Chapter 239 Praise to Death? She was already outstanding!
Chapter 239 Praise to Death? She was already outstanding!
An Xiaoyue also recognized him as the patient who had undergone the boil drainage surgery yesterday.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" An Xiaoyue stood up.
The patient beamed, "I need you to change my dressing! You're so gentle and quick!"
“This…” An Xiaoyue hesitated.
She's an intern, so she needs her instructor's approval to operate the equipment.
but......
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Shen Fengmei, who was sitting in her office chair, seemingly unconcerned about the matter.
Clearly, Dr. Shen would not agree.
"Uncle, let me see your registration slip."
“Here.” The patient showed him the registration slip in his hand. “I didn’t see you with Dr. Shen. She said you were with this Dr. Shen. I asked the nurse to change my number specifically so that you could help me change it.”
The patient saw through An Xiaoyue's predicament and the doctor's deliberate attempts to make things difficult.
He only needed a dressing change on his neck, not a brain injury, so of course he knew the ins and outs.
"I know you're an intern, I don't mind. Just switch to another one, like yesterday."
"Okay." The patient agreed; the other party had also booked an appointment with Shen Fengmei, so she switched.
However, it's still necessary to consult when necessary. "Teacher Shen, I'm changing the patient's dressing, could you please take a look?"
She had already said all that, and she had adopted a humble attitude.
Even if Shen Fengmei was unwilling, since the other party had registered her number, she would still bear the main responsibility if any problems arose.
Even though she was reluctant, she still hummed in agreement, another thought popping into her mind.
So what if you're rich? In the hospital, you still have to ask me to teach you.
I'd like to see just how big a mess you can make.
An Xiaoyue calmly disinfected her hands and put on rubber gloves...
Everything was carried out strictly according to the dressing change procedure.
She lifted the gauze, and there was no clear boundary between the skin at the opening and the surrounding skin. She took out the drainage strip that had been inserted yesterday when the dressing was changed, and there was no white discharge on the strip.
An Xiaoyue carefully examined the wound but did not rush to reveal her observations or the subsequent treatment.
Instead, he looked at Shen Fengmei and said, "Teacher Shen, please take a look at the healing progress."
An Xiaoyue wasn't unaware of the situation, nor was she trying to shirk responsibility.
She was, after all, an intern and had to ask her mentor for permission.
While waiting for Shen Fengmei to speak, she was also gambling on Shen Fengmei's sense of responsibility as a doctor.
Shen Fengmei glanced at it with her arms crossed, and said emotionally, "No need to put in the drainage strip, come back the day after tomorrow to change the dressing."
An Xiaoyue smiled knowingly; Shen Fengmei's emotions were directed at her, not at the patients.
At least when it comes to illness, Shen Fengmei dares not be negligent, and her treatment plan can be trusted.
An Xiaoyue analyzed the situation in her mind, but remained calm and composed, and soon changed the medicine.
"Everything is wrapped up," An Xiaoyue told the patient.
The patient stood up happily, "Okay, thank you, Dr. An."
After paying the medical fee by scanning the QR code, they left without saying another word.
An Xiaoyue remained calm and sat back in her original seat.
"Which school do you go to?" Shen Fengmei asked curiously, though reluctantly.
The intern's procedure was skillful; she used various instruments proficiently and strictly adhered to aseptic techniques. It was as if she had repeated the procedure hundreds of times.
This level of composure is far beyond what an intern could achieve.
An Xiaoyue replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Beijing Medical College."
"Undergraduate degree?"
"I'm a senior in an eight-year integrated bachelor's, master's, and doctoral program," An Xiaoyue said frankly, without any intention of showing off.
Shen Fengmei, however, sensed a hint of provocation in her voice. "So what if you've only studied at Beijing Medical College for eight years?"
Her family is so rich, she must have received extra tutoring all the way, or entered the eight-year medical school in Beijing through special talent admission.
So what if it's an eight-year medical school in Beijing? We still have to call her "Teacher Shen," and she has to supervise our internships.
Thinking of this, Shen Fengmei straightened her back slightly and said in a lecturing tone:
"No matter what, you're just a medical student, so it's best not to get too close to your patients."
An Xiaoyue replied, "I understand, Teacher Shen."
She disagreed; she didn't think what she had just said meant she was getting too close to the patient.
An Xiaoyue understood Shen Fengmei well; Shen Fengmei was a conflicted person.
During her pregnancy, she read many books on child psychology and behavioral research.
Shen Fengmei's situation is mostly related to her upbringing.
People like Shen Fengmei are conflicted; they have rich inner lives, are indecisive, and their emotions are easily influenced by their environment and the words of others.
The principle for getting along with them is to maintain a proper distance, and just focus on doing your job well.
She listened to whatever Shen Fengmei said.
But if she's to carry it out, she still needs to use her own brain and can't just listen to everything.
Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.
Shen Fengmei didn't speak, nor did she take the initiative to speak.
With no patients seeking treatment, the consultation room fell silent once again.
"Dr. Shen is on a house call," an emergency room nurse called from the doorway, carrying an oxygen tank.
An Xiaoyue remained seated, unsure whether Shen Fengmei would allow her to accompany her on house calls.
Shen Fengmei stood up, her nostrils flaring as she said, "Let's go. Aren't you waiting for me to teach you something?"
An Xiaoyue smiled and silently followed.
As the ambulance drove out of the hospital, Shen Fengmei asked, "What happened?"
"The elderly man collapsed on the roadside. He had no family members with him. A passerby called him, but he didn't dare to go up to check on him," the nurse explained briefly.
An Xiaoyue silently reviewed in her mind the emergency treatment, causes, and corresponding treatment plans for patients who had lost consciousness.
The ambulance arrived at the scene with its siren blaring, and the crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, making way for it.
An Xiaoyue followed behind the doctors and nurses, carrying emergency supplies such as oxygen bags and nasal cannulas.
After examining the patient, Shen Fengmei quickly transferred him to the ambulance.
Shen Fengmei pointed at An Xiaoyue, "You, do chest compressions."
The nurse was stunned, and then said, "She's just an intern."
The nurse meant that the patient's condition was critical and that an intern should not be allowed to perform emergency measures.
Because the interns are new, pre-hospital emergency care training has not yet been organized.
Shen Fengmei didn't take it to heart and curled her lips in a sarcastic smile, "He's a senior in the eight-year undergraduate-master-doctoral program at Beijing Medical College. He's much more capable than you with a junior college degree and me with a bachelor's degree."
Everyone present was stunned. Wasn't this just praising an intern to death?
The nurse had been Shen Fengmei's colleague for many years, and she knew Shen's personality and character all too well.
As a nurse, she couldn't worry about so much; she was just working in shifts.
If anything goes wrong, Dr. Shen will be responsible.
An Xiaoyue stepped forward, knelt on the emergency bed, marked the body, and began performing chest compressions.
She would count off each time she did something, "01, 02, 03..."
Seeing that her movements were standard, her compression depth was sufficient, and even her counting commands used standard even numbers, the nurse's worries and dissatisfaction lessened slightly.
An Xiaoyue knew that Shen Fengmei was targeting her, trying to mess with her mentality and make her make a mistake.
But she wasn't afraid; open attacks and hidden arrows were all she could get her way.
The idea of "praising someone to death" doesn't exist.
She was already good enough.
An Xiaoyue performed chest compressions, the nurse administered medication, and then the alarm sounded as they sped back to the hospital.
An Xiaoyue did not stop chest compressions throughout the entire process, and Shen Fengmei did not intend to replace her.
She has been exercising since the beginning of her pregnancy, and after her postpartum period, she took Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) classes. She's in great shape, so she won't have to take a break.
Even so, when the patient went in for an MRI, An Xiaoyue's aching hands, hanging at her sides, still trembled uncontrollably.
After the patient completed the examination, An Xiaoyue reviewed the imaging and determined it was a subarachnoid hemorrhage.
The patient was wheeled back to the emergency room, where nurses connected him to various monitoring devices and monitored his vital signs.
An Xiaoyue wanted to take advantage of the incident to find some clothes to change into in the trunk of her car.
She was performing CPR just now, and her T-shirt underneath her white coat was completely soaked.
If she doesn't change her clothes and then sits in the central air conditioning, she'll definitely catch a cold.
Before she could even leave the emergency room, Shen Fengmei called out to her, "Hey you, where are you going?"
An Xiaoyue didn't say anything, but only asked, "Teacher Shen, is there something you need?"
"Why would I call you if there's nothing wrong?"
An Xiaoyue remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
"Go and check the patient's belongings, and call her family."