Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Auspicious Day, Scheduling the Surgery
Translator: 549690339
An Yanjun was an extremely rigorous person and also someone who pursued perfection.
Every day, he would go to work dressed impeccably in a shirt, trousers, crocodile skin belt, and his shoes always seemed to be polished to a shine.
While Chen Cang and Chen Bingsheng were chatting, An Yanjun walked over.
He said to Chen Cang, âThe surgery this morning is a laparoscopic appendectomy, youâ¦you should still come and watch, lend a hand.â
Chen Cang was slightly taken aback, then nodded, âAlright, then Iâll trouble Director An.â
An Yanjun nodded with a light smile, âThis is the case file, just so you have an understanding of the patientâs condition.â
After speaking, he handed over the clipboard with the case file.
Chen Cang nodded and took it.
As he flipped through the case file, Chen Cang couldnât help but comment; otherwise, why would Director An be the hospitalâs model worker? Just the organization of this case file alone was already beyond comparison for many others.
The test report was neatly torn and placed on adhesive paper, and even an excess corner was neatly trimmed, pleasing to the eye.
An Yanjun had a habit of being extremely strict about the arrangement of test reports; they had to be ordered in the sequence of blood, urine, routine, liver and kidney functions⦠and so on.
Moreover, he wouldnât allow any misalignment. He was a meticulous and perfectionist man, also regarded as the middle-aged heartthrob in the department.
An Yanjun carried an aura of a scholarâwith his fair and clean look, his faint stubble, and gold-rimmed glasses complementing each other well, along with his meticulously styled hair. Dressed in a suit, he was quite dashing.
Chen Cang couldnât help but sigh, and said to Chen Bingsheng, âBoss, look, what is attitude? What is rigor? Ah⦠itâs really eye-opening how one doesnât know the extent until compared!â
Chen Bingsheng nodded, âYeah, we should also organize our case files like this in the future. That⦠Xiao Chen, you better take a good picture, and if I see that our case files are not organized tomorrow, donât plan on leaving work early, make sure to tidy them up well.â
Chen Cangâs eyes widened, âMe?â
Chen Bingsheng said, âYou expect me, a senior physician, to organize case files? Shall I also write the case files for you while Iâm at it?â
Chen Cang earnestly nodded, âBoss, I think thatâs possible!â
Chen Bingsheng gave a faint smile, âCome on, thereâs a hernia repair surgery today, you do it, Iâll write the case file!â
Chen Cang responded, âComrade Chen Bingsheng, youâve insulted me once again!â
Chen Bingsheng uttered, âOh? Have I? My apologies then.â
After saying that, Chen Bingsheng dropped the line, âWard rounds!â
Chen Cang, feeling helpless, sighed. When living under someone elseâs roof, one must bow their head. What else could he do when he was short on skills?
Carrying seven or eight case files in his arms, he trudged into the patient wards.
Chen Bingsheng had a knack for interpersonal relationships. He had gotten along with patients harmoniously for many years, which was something Chen Cang truly admired.
Compared to An Yanjun, Chen Bingshengâs clipboards were never as neat and orderly; on the contrary, they were sometimes rather messy, but Chen Bingsheng barely needed the case files. In his words, âCase files? Theyâre just a reference, a document for the patient to take with them when theyâre discharged. A patientâs condition should always be kept in the doctorâs mind.â
Indeed, Old Chen had managed to do just that!
He never needed the case file during ward rounds because he could remember every abnormal indicator on a patient like the back of his hand, whereas Chen Cang held onto the case file purely for⦠well, showing patients.
Oh, right, there was another benefit: it was good exercise!
After all, the metal clipboard was quite heavy, and with over a dozen case files together, it indeed provided a decent workout.
Chen Cang sighed, thinking of Old Chenâs âinsult,â and felt like he was nothing more than a case file porter⦠porter⦠workerâ¦
Feeling cold insideâ¦
Feeling blockedâ¦
Feeling a heart attackâ¦
Upon entering the room, the female patient in bed twelve started clamoring, âDoctor, I want to switch beds!â
Chen Bingsheng was immediately stupefied, âSwitch beds? Isnât everything fine as it is? Why do you want to switch beds?â
The female patient pulled Chen Bingsheng over with an air of mystery, and whispered, âI checked the calendar yesterday, and it says that this month Iâm clashing with the Tiger Sha from the south, evil spirits are in the southeast, bringing mishaps, bloodshed, five departures, and eight disturbances! Moreover, my Wealth God and Happiness God are in the north!â
âIâve observed the layout of my ward, and Iâve finally found the reason for my recent discomfort: Iâm currently positioned in the southeast! This place is clashing with me, not conducive to my recovery!â
Chen Bingsheng was dumbfounded!
Chen Cang, the little bootlicker, was also agape.
This line of logic left me speechless.
Chen Bingsheng chuckled, âNo, no, no, Iâm telling you that your Wealth God is in the southeast, and your Lucky God is in the east, no problem at all!â
The woman lowered her voice, âDr. Chen knows this trade too? Come on, Dr. Chen, analyze it for me!â
Chen Bingsheng laughed and shook his head, âBecause the doctorâs office is to your east, and the pharmacy is to your south.â
âDonât entertain wild thoughts. The evil spirit is in your belly! Itâs bacteria, bacteria invade the gut wall, causing infection, which has led to acute appendicitis.â
As Chen Bingsheng spoke, laughter suddenly erupted in the ward.
The woman was embarrassed, her face turning a bit red!
âAll, Doctor, donât disbelieve me, really, Iâm serious!â
âWhatâs more, Iâve chosen an auspicious day for surgery! Itâs three days from now, three days from now, where nothing is taboo, suitable for seeking medical treatment, praying, cooking sheep, slaughtering cattle⦠suitable for shedding blood! This surgery should be considered shedding blood, right? I think that day is just right for surgery!â
As the woman spoke, a jovial atmosphere spread through the wardâ¦
At this moment, a wail disrupted the mood.
âOuch ouch ouch⦠Doctor, Doctor⦠Come quick! I feel like the stitches in my stomach from yesterdayâs operation have burst from laughter!â
Bed nine housed a fat man, set to be discharged tomorrow after his surgery.
After this sentence was spoken, everyone around immediately covered their mouths with their hands; they wanted to laugh but didnât dare to, each face turning red with the effort of holding it in!
It was like a ripened red apple!
Chen Bingsheng examined him, âIt hasnât burst open, rest assured.â
The man continued to groan, âWhy do I feel like there was a popping sound just now, and it hurts so much!?â
Embarrassed, the patient in bed ten laughed, âI just fartedâ¦â
Instantly, the surrounding patients were even more uncomfortable. They wanted to laugh but didnât dare, fearing they would laugh their wounds open, but holding it in was very unpleasant!
Chen Bingsheng looked sternly at everyone, âGo ahead and laugh. Itâs just after surgery; be careful not to restrain yourself to the point of internal injury!â
Once everyone heard this, they were startled and didnât dare speak anymore.
The patient in bed ten said, âDoctor, today⦠Iâve been farting non-stop, and it feels like thereâs a rumbling in my belly.â
Chen Bingsheng smiled, âOh? Good, it seems you are recovering well. You can start eating today.â
The patient was taken aback, his face full of curiosity, âWhat do you mean??? I can eat because I farted?â
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