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Chapter 302 A Long and Winding Road (Please Subscribe)

The woman led the elderly man away from the trauma surgery department.

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye only glanced at Liu Haihua and did not blame him.

Liu Haihua certainly bears some responsibility for causing misunderstandings when communicating with patients, but if the problem can be resolved, there will be no further accountability.

Hospitals are places for medical diagnosis and treatment, not places where people are always looking for accountability.

"Call the medical department and security department to report the current situation and make a record."

"The rest of you can go about your business as usual." Yuan Weihong rubbed his palms together, turned and left, showing little emotional reaction to what had happened earlier.

Fang Ziye resolutely learned to downplay his emotional fluctuations.

There was another sentence in the hospital.

Even if the patient you were resuscitating just a second ago died, and that patient's family member was a child, or their last relative, what you need to do is not to empathize with them, but to compose yourself!

We strive to be in the best possible condition for the next patient who may require emergency care.

"Excuse me, something came up outside. Let's continue. The main thing is for everyone to do a good job of learning together what we've learned before, and then take a picture."

"Brothers, please allow me to complete the task assigned by the hospital." Fang Ziye used a euphemistic way of explaining his 'villainous act'.

However, such statements and actions seem hypocritical. Fang Ziye himself made similar moves when Li Nuo was the chief resident, calling it "double-sided velvet"...

When Fang Ziye speaks like this now, it's as if the words he once hated are like bullets, hitting him in the present.

Despite feeling guilty and helpless, Fang Ziye maintained his double-sided velvet smile and composure.

I didn't dare say anything more about the others...

About half an hour later.

Han City, Chang-gu, Han City University Affiliated People's Hospital.

People's Hospital and Zhongnan Hospital are different affiliated sister hospitals of the same university. When Fang Ziye went to the countryside, he met the unit where Shen Tao, the attending physician who was providing counterpart support, worked.

In most hospitals, joint dislocations can be treated in the emergency room.

When the middle-aged woman brought her mother-in-law to the emergency department of the Provincial People's Hospital, she pretended that she had never been to Zhongnan Hospital, but had been transferred here directly from the community hospital after having an X-ray.

The on-duty doctors and nurses at the People's Hospital are not responsible for monitoring and tracking, nor do they have a surveillance system, so they treat them as ordinary new emergency patients.

When an emergency occurs, the emergency department will handle it directly if it can be handled internally; if it cannot be handled internally, a specialist will be called in to resolve the issue.

The emergency department of the Provincial People's Hospital has more emergency outpatient clinics than Zhongnan Hospital. Among them, the trauma center emergency department is particularly outstanding.

"Sister, your mother's condition is a joint dislocation, which falls under the category of trauma center diagnoses. The diagnosis is now clear."

"But you can go and consult about further treatment and management."

"Our clinic mainly sees surgical patients." The on-duty doctor in the general surgery emergency clinic very politely led her to the clinic door and pointed in the distance towards the trauma center emergency clinic.

The woman nodded her thanks upon hearing this, then led her mother-in-law through the treatment area, comforting her, "Mom, this time, no matter what, we'll get treatment here."

"If it needs to be checked, then it should be checked; if it needs to be reset, then it should be reset."

"The main thing is to ask more questions to avoid being scammed."

The old man's lips moved for a moment, hesitating before finally saying in a low voice, "Actually, I can pay for it myself."

The woman paused upon hearing this.

Then she whispered, "You should still be careful, lest you get scammed."

There are procedures to follow; this is a rule that every hospital has, not just Zhongnan Hospital.

After queuing for a short while, the elderly man was taken into the examination room for consultation. Then he was asked a lot of questions. The person taking his medical history and writing it down was a student who looked quite young, while the person reviewing the scans was a senior colleague from the hospital.

The middle-aged woman probably wanted to hide the medical records from Zhongnan Hospital in the Fruit Lake outside Zhongnan Hospital, so the doctor in this clinic certainly wouldn't have any medical history records from Zhongnan Hospital.

"Master, we've almost finished taking the patient's medical history." After recording the information, the young doctor reported to his teacher.

The teacher he was talking about had half his face covered by a mask, but his eyes and brows still showed a festive air, and the size of the Mediterranean Sea was gradually approaching and receding.

"Okay, order an MRI for her, just a plain scan of her right shoulder joint will do." Shen Tao handed the scans to his student, who then looked at the newcomer while studying the scans.

"Your mother's condition is a dislocation, but the type of dislocation is quite special. We need to take an MRI first to rule out soft tissue damage."

"This type of dislocation is very likely to result in soft tissue damage. And if soft tissue damage occurs, then the treatment method will be different."

The person on duty at the trauma center was Shen Tao, who was about to be promoted to associate senior surgeon at the People's Hospital's trauma surgery department.

Shen Tao went to Enshi for counterpart support in order to get promoted, and he came to the emergency department in order to get promoted as well; these were all necessary procedures.

Upon hearing this, the old man sighed softly, as if he had resigned himself to his fate in that instant.

But the middle-aged woman was very shrewd and immediately took two steps back: "Is that Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital really that powerful? Even the doctors from your provincial People's Hospital have to give him face?"

"What Fang Ziye?" Shen Tao's eyelids twitched instantly when he heard the key word "Fang Ziye".

Then the heartbeat quickened: "Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital, did you see Dr. Fang from Zhongnan Hospital?"

"Then why didn't you get treatment from Dr. Fang? What are you doing here?"

Shen Tao's voice began to tremble.

Shen Tao knew exactly how skilled Fang Ziye was in manual repositioning, how bold and capable he was in treating joint dislocations.

If this patient had already seen Fang Ziye and had a medical dispute or unpleasant experience due to the need for further examination or other reasons, then Shen Tao felt he had to examine the true diagnosis of this dislocation very carefully.

"Xiao Guo, could you give me the film again? I want to take a closer look." Shen Tao's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The person named Xiao Guo is Shen Tao's master's student.

He quickly handed the film to his teacher, secretly alarmed by the teacher's flustered behavior.

He thought to himself: No? Master.

Isn't Brother Fang someone else's student? Why are you so nervous? Or is he someone else's doctor? You always use him to put me down, but so you're actually afraid of him too?

"Dr. Fang didn't call you?" Seeing Shen Tao's panic, the old man finally took charge and asked.

Shen Tao glanced at his student Xiao Guo and handed him his teacup: "Go get me a cup of water."

Guo, who was eager to watch the drama unfold and see how her teacher would behave when encountering someone else's doctor, suddenly looked a little uncomfortable.

"Go get a glass of water? Or not?" Shen Tao immediately adopted his teacherly authority.

Since the teacher said so, I still have to go. Anyway, if I can hurry...?
"Go to the lab and boil mineral water, don't give me that filtered water from outside, you never remember that..." Shen Tao sent his student far away.

Xiao Guo could only agree from the outside.

After Xiao Guo left, Shen Tao said, "Although our hospital and Zhongnan Hospital are sister hospitals, we are both located in Chang District. In fact, we have a healthy competitive relationship to some extent. You are in charge and I am in charge, so apart from academic exchanges, we don't have much personal interaction."

"Therefore, our two hospitals do not make phone calls to each other."

"But I definitely know that Dr. Fang you mentioned. His skills are excellent. Since you've already seen him, there's no need to go anywhere else; that would be a waste of time."

"You don't think that because he's young and inexperienced, he's technically incompetent, do you?"

Shen Tao couldn't think of any other reason, so he continued to ask.

If a patient conceals their medical history and it is exposed again, the doctor has the right to continue to inquire about the medical history in more depth.

Taking a patient's medical history requires meticulousness and accuracy. The consequences and time delays caused by the patient's concealment or fabrication are mostly borne by the patient themselves.

This includes, but is not limited to, patients fabricating their own history of prostitution (or sexual activity), etc.

"No, no, we just wanted to see more places to feel more at ease."

“We certainly haven’t met a doctor as experienced and senior as you at Zhongnan Hospital,” the middle-aged woman said again, then asked her mother-in-law, “Is that right?”

The elderly person didn't want to expose his shortcomings...

As long as your wife stops causing trouble, just pay for it yourself. Get the repositioning done quickly or go to the hospital. If surgery is needed, get it done. Don't make things worse.

It's not like I'm short of money, I just don't know what's wrong with my wife today...

The emergency MRI at the Provincial People's Hospital is not quick to book; it usually takes about a day.

But just half an hour later, Shen Tao saw another patient, and it was unclear whether they were a mother and daughter or a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

At this time, Xiao Guo was still there, and the tips of his ears stood up even more sharply.

Shen Tao handed over his water cup.

"Hey..." Xiao Guo wanted to say, why the hell do you have so many trivial matters to worry about?
"Get me a glass of water, I'm thirsty," Shen Tao said.

Xiao Guo continued to go out.

The middle-aged woman praised, "Your student is truly filial."

"Right!" Shen Tao, who was kind to his teacher and filial to his student, also smiled very happily.

"Auntie, could you please give me your appointment number? Oh, sure..." Shen Tao greeted the elderly woman warmly and then retrieved the MRI results on the computer using her appointment number.

After reading it, Shen Tao immediately frowned: "Your mother's dislocation is very atypical. It belongs to the interstitial disease category."

"In other words, there are many people who cannot be treated with manual repositioning, and only a small number of people are capable of treating them with manual repositioning."

"If you were at our hospital, I would recommend that you have surgery to reposition the tumor."

"If you want manual reduction, I suggest you go to the outpatient department of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, or go to Zhongnan Hospital and find Dr. Fang. He should be able to fix it with manual reduction."

"Otherwise, if a regular doctor doesn't handle it properly, they could easily strain your biceps tendon or even make it impossible to put it back in place."

As soon as Shen Tao finished speaking, the middle-aged woman immediately felt uncomfortable: "Doctor, you wouldn't be giving Dr. Fang face and speaking up for him just because you know him, would you?"

"You seem so experienced, how could you not handle this? How could a junior doctor like him possibly manage it?"

The old man also became melancholy at this moment.

This time, he wasn't blaming his wife, but rather feeling unlucky. Well, now even money couldn't solve the problem.

Shen Tao didn't waste any time. Perhaps considering that his students were about to return, he made a phone call, and soon a senior associate professor appeared in the emergency room.

"Professor Shen, is there any problem you can't handle that requires you to call me?" The man was wearing leather shoes, trousers, and a shirt, clearly someone of a certain age and level who needed to pay attention to his appearance.

Associate professors and above in a hospital are the face of the hospital. If they dress inappropriately, the atmosphere of the entire department and even the hospital will seem out of place.

Different hospitals have different rules for the promotion of associate senior and senior physicians. However, the Provincial People's Hospital has the most "flower gates" for attending physicians to be promoted to associate senior, but associate senior physicians must symbolically come to the emergency department for a period of time to transition before being promoted to senior.

"Professor Chen, please don't make fun of me. You are the real professor!"

“There’s a dislocation here. The patient and family are considering manual reduction to treat it, but I think it’s a bit of a stretch…” Shen Tao quickly led Professor Chen to his position, while he supported Associate Professor Chen Zhiyuan from the side, thus diverting attention from the problem.

Associate Professor Chen Zhiyuan's name tag is genuine and cannot be faked in the slightest. Moreover, although Associate Professor Chen Zhiyuan's bald patches are not as prominent as Shen Tao's, they are still quite impressive.

But his hair is almost half white, and he looks like a very capable "old professor" who is already thirty-nine and a half years old.

"You need manual repositioning? Then you'll have to endure some hardship, visit many different places, and hopefully find a suitable doctor by chance."

"Actually, I don't think it's necessary. It's just a joint dislocation. The surgical treatment is quite effective. It just leaves a short scar," Associate Professor Chen Zhiyuan said honestly.

You'll definitely find a good doctor who's skilled in manual reduction.

But there's no need to go through all that trouble for this.

Joint dislocation is an emergency. Why is it an emergency? Because it hurts!

How could an ordinary person endure such pain for so long?
A few minutes later, the two turned around and left the emergency room.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the time and then at her phone, where a WeChat message was displayed—a message from her "ex-husband."

Upon seeing this message, she immediately realized what was going on.

He then said, "Mom, Zheng Bin is here too. Perfect timing, let's go to Zhongnan Hospital together for another checkup."

"Judging from the expressions of Professor Shen and Professor Chen just now, I think we may have underestimated Dr. Fang."

Upon hearing this, the old man began to chime in: "I told you, there's really no need to worry about a few hundred yuan, all this back and forth..."

However, when the old woman noticed that after her son returned, her daughter-in-law was bowing to her and her son outside the car window, she understood everything.

Now her money isn't just hers anymore; she has no obligation to spend money on herself. The fact that she took the time to accompany her to the doctor is already more than enough...

"You two are divorced?" the old man asked from the back seat.

"Yes, Mom, we've been divorced for over a year."

Upon hearing this, the old man fell silent and did not utter another word.

It's been over a year since the divorce, and she still answers my calls every time I call. She's been willing to come and help me many times, which is really not easy.

(End of this chapter)