Translator: imperfectluck Editor: Kurisu
Medical reports in internal medicine could really reflect a doctorâs medical abilities. The doctorâs analysis of an illness, thoughts on what medicine to use, and so on would all be recorded in the medical report for others to read as well. Zhang Fanâs foundational knowledge of internal medicine was only average. In fact, he had only really started accumulating a foundation when he was first rotated into an internal medicine department. Now that he was in another internal medicine department, he definitely wouldnât let go of this chance to study from such a large number of medical reports.
Zhang Fan sat in front of the computer for three consecutive hours without getting up a single time. Meanwhile, Zhu Qianqian had gone to the bathroom once and poured water for Zhang Fan twice.
âDoctor Zhang, thereâs no hurry. You just have to finish all the medical reports by tonight, but if you really canât finish, itâs fine to just finish them tomorrow. Have some coffee that my husband especially purchased for me. Itâs quite tasty.â
Zhu Qianqian was absolutely delighted because Zhang Fan was such a hard worker. In fact, he was even more hardworking than she was. She felt as if she had picked up a treasure! Since he was so hardworking, Zhu Qianqian even acted quite magnanimous (by her standards). She made coffee for him, constantly brought him water, washed fruits for him, and so on.
Zhang Fan wasnât bored with these medical reports even in the slightest. He started carefully studying and comparing the medical reports, learning much knowledge and experience from them. Previously, when he was in the cardiovascular department of internal medicine, his teaching doctor Ye Jing had far fewer medical reports, so he hadnât learned anywhere near as much.
Cardiologist Ye Jing was the type who was satisfied with doing as little work as possible. She preferred to have as few patients as possible, and to always get off work on time. This was in direct contrast to the hardworking pulmonologist Zhu Qianqianâs personality.
âDoctor Zhu, why wasnât this patient given a respiratory stimulant?â Zhang Fan asked while pointing at a patientâs medical record.
âAh, this patient? I asked Director Jumabieke about it at the time. He said that this patientâs lungs are already weakening, and that using a respiratory stimulant would only worsen the patientâs carbon dioxide retention.â
âOh, I see.â
âYou donât even know how strict our department director is. My medical reports would already count as excellent medical reports in other departments. In your surgery departments, medical reports are all about copy and paste. That wonât work for us. Director Jumabieke will refuse to approve our medical reports unless we write some personal analysis. Sigh~! Such a waste of my time.â
Zhang Fan felt as if he was breaking out in a cold sweat from listening to Zhu Qianqianâs complaints. âShe really is so shameless. She makes quite a lot of typos in her medical reports that Iâm fixing for her, yet she complains about the director being strict? Also, no matter how simple a surgical medical report is, all records of each surgery are unique and must be typed up. If you were a webnovel author, you would be cursed to death!â He didnât even know how to verbally respond to this.
Still, Zhu Qianqian was truly hardworking. She had by far the most patients out of every single pulmonologist, with more than double the number of patients of the doctor with the fewest patients. Average doctors would at most take care of around eight patients simultaneously because they wouldnât have the energy to care for more at once. Luckily, Director Jumabieke was incredibly strict, and liked to personally check up on the patients himself. Otherwise, there would have definitely been problems with how aggressively Zhu Qianqian took patients.
Director Jumabieke couldnât really say anything about Zhu Qianqianâs behavior. Was he supposed to criticize her for working hard and taking care of more patients? It wasnât like he could forbid her from taking patients.
Zhu Qianqian was just like Doraemon, constantly snacking on something.
There were many infectious diseases in the respiratory department, so Zhu Qianqian was constantly washing her hands. Zhang Fan didnât really like to eat snacks, and was enthralled by reading all these medical reports, so he didnât want to lose time by getting up to wash his hands. But, he constantly heard Zhu Qianqian snacking away as if she was a mouse. Actually, it would have been quite easy for him to just fix her medical reports as there were standard formats for the medical reports. But, actually studying and learning from them would require concentration. Zhang Fan was quite annoyed by her snacking sounds. âNo wonder she said that she doesnât eat dinner! With how she constantly snacks, of course she wonât be hungry at night!â
It really couldnât be helped. But, honestly, Zhang Fan really would have gone elsewhere to finish the medical reports if it werenât for the fact that he needed to learn more about respiratory basics from Zhu Qianqian.
âDoctor Zhang, thereâs no need to be so careful with the medical reports. You just need to look them over briefly and fix them up. Theyâre all in the same format. Just make sure that the patient medication is correct. Oh, and fix any typos that you see, along with whatever sections were marked wrong by the director as the reason for rejecting my medical report.â
Zhu Qianqian was also fixing her own medical reports on another computer together with Zhang Fan. She would finish fixing three medical reports before Zhang Fan had finished a single one. If it werenât for the fact that Zhang Fan hadnât left his computer at all, she would have felt that Zhang Fan had been slacking off.
âItâs fine. This is only the second internal medicine department Iâve been in. Doctor Zhu, your medical reports are useful for my studies.â Zhang Fan ignored her suggestion to go faster. If all he did was fix her medical reports without actually learning from them, all of this would be meaningless. It wasnât like he was fixing her medical reports just for the sake of fixing them. If he didnât gain anything at all, of course he wouldnât be willing to spend any all-nighters here!
Although Zhu Qianqian had a lot of work due to all the patients she had, she really was a fast worker. She was also a really fast typer who almost never used her mouse. She skillfully used all sorts of keyboard shortcuts to swiftly copy, paste, modify, and rearrange her medical reports.
âYou should learn how to use these keyboard shortcuts. Theyâll really improve your speed. I learned all this from my many years of experience. Compared to using a mouse, using keyboard shortcuts will save you three minutes per medical report on average. Just think about it, with 30 medical reports, you can save 90 minutes! And if you finish the medical reports earlier, youâll also be able to rest earlier.â
Zhu Qianqian was really quite extreme in her shortcutting. âAre you supposed to be a professional typist or a pulmonologist?â Zhang Fan couldnât help but wonder inwardly.
âDoctor Zhu, patient #33 is having breathing difficulties. Heâs pressed the bell to summon assistance. I checked his condition. His oxygen saturation level is a little low.â A nurse entered the doctorsâ resting area and called Zhu Qianqian.
âIâll go check his condition. Maybe phlegm has blocked his air passage. Doctor Zhang, you can stay here and continue fixing the medical reports,â Zhu Qianqian said as she got up and grabbed her stethoscope.
However, Zhang Fan hadnât come here just for the sake of writing medical reports for Zhu Qianqian. He wanted to actually learn during his rotation. Naturally, he would refuse to be left out during an emergency situation like this one.
âItâs fine, Iâll go check things out as well.â Zhang Fan also got up and grabbed his stethoscope as he said this, causing Zhu Qianqian to pout.
Patient #33 was an elderly man in his 70s. He had smoked for more than 50 years already, resulting in chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, pulmonary heart disease, high blood pressure, and high blood cholesterol. This time, he had been hospitalized due to being infected after catching a cold.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThat Doctor Chen in charge of you is so irresponsible. You have so much phlegm, yet he didnât even prescribe you some Ambroxol to break up your phlegm, letting you breathe phlegm all night long. So much trouble!â Zhu Qianqian complained.
She didnât speak very loudly, but she still spoke intentionally loud enough so that the old patient could hear her. He got so angry that he slammed his hand against his hospital bed. His face had gotten completely red with anger under his hospital face mask.
âSir, please donât be angry. Iâll have a talk to the director tomorrow and have him properly scold Doctor Chen.â Zhu Qianqian was quite sly, and instantly managed to calm down the old patient with a single sentence. The old patientâs daughter next to him also had a really dissatisfied expression, but what could she do? Her father was in great discomfort, but she didnât dare to talk back to the doctors. She was afraid that if she angered the doctors, the doctors would stall and cause her father to suffer more.
The old patient felt slightly better after some sputum aspiration. He was even able to fall asleep again.
âTomorrow, go ask the respiratory department head nurse for a heavy face mask like mine. Your standard-issue face mask wonât work here. Thereâs an extremely high number of infectious diseases in the respiratory department. You need to protect yourself against infection,â Zhu Qianqian informed Zhang Fan after they finished treating the old patient.
âAlright, Iâll go get one tomorrow.â Zhang Fan then asked a question he had been wondering about regarding the old patient. âWhy didnât the doctor in charge of this patient prescribe oxygen therapy to begin with? And why did you instantly prescribe a low-flow oxygen therapy the moment that you were called to check this patient for the night shift?â
âBecause oxygen therapy is mostly useless for treating chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. Giving him oxygen therapy is mostly just a placebo effect for him. For patients like him, heâll complain and give you trouble all night long if you donât act like youâre doing something for him. Giving him some oxygen therapy is to make him feel better,â Zhu Qianqian said quite proudly.
For this night shift, neither Zhu Qianqian nor Zhang Fan slept for the entire night. Zhang Fan had plenty of energy due to his System strengthening his body, while Zhu Qianqian was filled with motivation due to her one year old toddler who drank imported milk formula. They finished Zhu Qianqianâs thirtyish medical reports by the next morning.
âSigh! Iâm so exhausted that I canât even stand up straight! Doctor Zhang, how about I treat you to some meat buns from my home after we perform the daily morning checkup for the patients? Weâve both been busy all night. I never eat the meat buns from outside, especially not from the meat bun stall thatâs set up right in front of our hospital. Iâve seen that meat bun merchant wipe his snot with his hand and then grab meat buns without washing his hands several times already!â
âOh! Really?â Zhang Fan wasnât even the slightest bit about to collapse from working all night, but he almost collapsed from hearing Zhu Qianqianâs comment because he would buy meat buns from that particular stall on almost a daily basis! âNo need to treat me, but thank you, Doctor Zhu.â
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