Chapter 457 Let's Be Happy

Mu Chun stood up, made a cup of coffee, put seven ice cubes in it, called Zhang Wenwen, and asked about the situation in the Department of Thoracic Surgery.

As a comrade-in-arms, Zhang Wenwen was extremely reliable and quickly told Mu Chun about He Ping's current situation.

"In short, it is not optimistic. It depends on whether there are surgical indications. When will you come for consultation?" Zhang Wenwen asked.

"It should be soon, maybe this afternoon or tomorrow morning." Mu Chun guessed.

"I'm here, and I just want to talk to you about the last patient. Senior Sister Xiao has the result." Zhang Wenwen's voice was a little nervous.

"Okay, let's talk when I get there. I hope there will be some good news before the New Year." Mu Chun sighed.

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Sure enough, after lunch, Zhang Hai called Mu Chun again and said that the hospital had made arrangements. If Dr. Mu Chun had time, could he come to the hospital in the afternoon?

Mu Chun looked at the schedule and found that there were no patients scheduled in the afternoon, so he promised Zhang Hai to go to Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center at 1:30. Zhang Hai said that he would also go there, so the two agreed to meet downstairs in the surgical ward.

Mu Chun stood outside Chu Sisi's clinic and knocked on the door.

"Teacher, is there anything?" Chu Sisi stood up and asked.

Seeing the books and notes on Chu Sisi's desk, Mu Chun was really happy for Chu Sisi's efforts and diligence.

"I will go to Zhinan Affiliated after lunch. If there are any patients looking for me, I will trouble Dr. Chu. Also, if there are old patients coming for follow-up visits, remember to check and prescribe medicine when necessary."

Mu Chun raised his voice in the latter sentence, as if he was afraid that Chu Sisi could not hear clearly.

Eh? Are you short of money again?

Chu Sisi thought to herself, yes, maybe Xiao Senior Sister is back, and Teacher Mu Chun is also a man with a girlfriend, so the expenses will probably be a little higher.

"I know, teacher." Chu Sisi nodded seriously after speaking.

"And." Mu Chun hesitated.

"Is there still Liu Dandan? Tiantian and I both x-on:ed him in the group this morning, but he didn't reply to us. Tiantian said that she didn't see him working in the internal medicine department, so." Chu Sisi told Mu Chun what she knew.

After listening, Mu Chun pursed his lips and frowned on his ordinary face. Standing there in thought for a moment, Mu Chun seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it after thinking about it.

Chu Sisi guessed that it should be all about Liu Dandan. Liu Tiantian didn't even find out the details of this matter. Maybe Dean Jia didn't really take it too seriously.

Speaking of which, Dean Jia is just a little old-fashioned and serious at work, and he is not a bad person. Is the teacher a little too worried?

I don't see the teacher being so concerned about anything on weekdays.

Thinking of this, Chu Sisi sent another message to Liu Dandan. Ten minutes later, Liu Dandan still didn't reply.

Chu Sisi asked Liu Tiantian if she knew how Liu Dandan was doing. Liu Tiantian said that she had called her. Dandan answered the phone, but it seemed that someone was arguing on the other end of the phone, and it was not clear. It was just that Liu Dandan didn't say that he went back to school, so he should be at home.

Speaking of which, I heard that Liu Dandan's family conditions were good before, but recently Liu Dandan has also learned to be very stingy and thrifty like Muchun. I don't know why these two people are so similar.

Anyway, I can't figure it out, and I can't contact Liu Dandan, so Chu Sisi has to continue to study hard.

The teacher said that it would be best to finish all the textbooks compiled by my father within half a year. Speaking of which, my father has compiled 6 textbooks and introduced and translated 5 books by foreign professors. It takes 11 books to finish reading all of them.

Thinking of this, Chu Sisi couldn't continue to worry about Liu Dandan, and could only wait for him to tell everyone what happened.

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After arriving at Zhinan Affiliated Hospital, Mu Chun did not have time to see Zhang Wenwen or go to Mu Xiao's clinic, but went directly to the surgical inpatient building.

This building has been built for more than ten years. Although the medical technology level of Zhinan Affiliated Hospital has been improving over the years, and from the perspective of the entire Raohai City, Zhinan Affiliated Hospital is also a large hospital that ranks very high, and the number of outpatient visits every weekday is also amazing, but this building still exudes a sense of age.

If you go to the door of the internal medicine or surgical clinic, you will know how many people spend most of the day or a day queuing up for medical treatment in the hospital every day.

Of course, Zhang Wenwen is definitely a special case. He always seems to have a lot of time. He can even go on business trips for more than a month without working in the hospital. It is definitely a peculiar thing to say.

But what Fang Ming and the surgical inpatient nurses heard was another story. They said that Director Zhang of the neurosurgery department is always energetic and efficient. Therefore, although he did not bring any particularly good results to the neurosurgery department of the hospital after arriving at Zhinan, he added several operations that the neurosurgery department of Zhinan Affiliated Hospital could not perform before. From this point of view, Zhang Wenwen can be regarded as a master of one trick.

Moreover, Zhang Wenwen is highly valued by the dean in terms of foreign academic exchanges. With her outstanding appearance and easy-going attitude, she is naturally very popular. Young nurses have quietly selected Zhang Wenwen as the mascot of Zhinan Affiliated Hospital.

Compared with Zhang Wenwen, Zheng Ran, the director of thoracic surgery, is a particularly serious and unsmiling doctor. Zhang Hai took Mu Chun to Zheng Ran's office first, only to see Director Zheng working, and the meal next to him was already cold and he had not had time to finish it.

"Officer Zhang is here." Seeing Zhang Hai and Muchun walking in, Zheng Ran stood up and said hello.

"Well, this is Dr. Muchun, who I mentioned to you, from Huayuanqiao Community Health Center. I think He Ping's condition is not very good, so I asked Dr. Muchun to come over early."

Zhang Hai briefly introduced Dr. Muchun to Zheng Ran.

Zheng Ran is not tall, only 170cm in height, and is very thin. He wears glasses, but his voice is very clear.

"Dr. Mu from the Department of Psychosomatics is probably a protégé of Professor Chu Xiaofeng from Beijing Yi University, and he is also a recent Weibo celebrity." Zheng Ran stretched out his hand in front of Mu Chun.

Muchun quickly reached out and shook it, "No, no, I'm just a doctor in a community hospital."

Mu Chun noticed that Zheng Ran's hands were cold and he looked a little tired, so he asked, "Has Director Zheng just had the surgery not long ago?"

Zheng Ran raised his eyes and looked at Mu Chun, only to see Mu Chun smiling slightly. After meeting Zheng Ran's eyes, he added: "Director Zheng, do you want to eat first?"

Zhang Hai didn't understand what Mu Chun meant, thinking that the director didn't say he was hungry. Why don't you hurry up and see He Ping when you're already here? What kind of thing is it to rush Zheng Ran to eat?

Could it be that Dr. Muchun was a little tired after coming here from Huayuan Bridge and needed a rest?

"Ah? Is this the legendary "seeing, hearing, asking, and asking?" Zheng Ran smiled heartily.

Muchun shook his head and said modestly: "I just happened to see the rice untouched on the table."

Although Mu Chun smiled implicitly, Zheng Ran didn't think it was that simple. Everyone was a doctor, and although looking, hearing and asking questions usually refers to traditional Chinese medicine, when they first met, this psychosomatic doctor observed so carefully, and he was so natural and unobtrusive. Show traces.

Zheng Ran picked up the lunch box and patted Muchun's arm when he passed by Mu Chun. Mu Chun suddenly felt that Dr. Zheng's hands were really strong.

The two had a good first impression of each other.

Then, Zheng Ran put the lunch box in the microwave, heated it, took it out, and ate while listening to Zhang Hai explain what happened to He Ping again.

"Did Dr. Muchun go to the suicide girl's home? It sounds exactly like what was said on Weibo. So many resources were used, including doctors, police and ambulances. Fang Ming from our hospital The doctor has also gone, and this matter has been widely spread in the hospital. Of course, the reason why we are spreading this matter is not because we are interested in what happened to this girl, but mainly because of Fang Ming's The reputation is relatively big.”

Zheng Ran finished his meal in less than five minutes. Muchun looked at the time and wanted Director Zheng to rest for two minutes before chatting, but Zheng Ran didn't look like someone who could take the time to rest.

After Zheng Ran finished eating, he returned to his small desk.

His desk is not neat. Compared with the way he feels, it seems a little messy.

"Surgery is like this. It makes you laugh. You see, it's less than two o'clock in the afternoon. There should be three doctors here, but I am here alone now. If it weren't for waiting for you, I might be preparing for surgery again. "

Zheng Ran tidied the table as he spoke, then took out a medical record and handed it to Mu Chun.

"Dr. Mu has a clinical background, so he should be able to understand this, but there is not much to see. He Ping's condition is not good, and his condition is..."

Muchun could tell that Zheng Ran was the kind of doctor who dealt with the situation objectively, that is, he would tell the patient objectively what the condition was like. Not only was there nothing wrong with this, but everyone did this in most cases.

Although it is difficult to tell a good person that he has a difficult-to-treat disease, this is what doctors face every day. Many doctors will go through this stage when they first start working: how to tell a child that he is sick; how to tell a husband that his wife is terminally ill; how to tell a good person that his life has entered a countdown.

Illness is bad news for anyone, and no one wants to hear that they are sick or that a loved one is sick.

And doctors are often the ones who have to deal with this kind of thing all the time, and they're the ones who have to tell another person that you have a certain disease.

Especially surgeons.

Muchun admired this very much. It was not easy to do this.

Most people's common sense may think that there is nothing difficult about doctors. It's not that they are sick anyway. It's just that you tell others that you are sick, and they don't lose their hair and don't feel any pain.

This is not the case at all.

In contrast, the Department of Psychosomatics does not seem to have such a problem. On the contrary, the Department of Psychosomatics does not strictly classify all conditions as a certain [disease].

More often than not, patients suffer from a complex state of one or more diseases, and sometimes it is useless to tell them what the disease is.

Of course, there are different views on this point among different psychosomatic doctors. Mu Chun remembers that when he was studying, some classmates thought that all the treatment methods of the psychosomatic department should be inclined towards the diagnosis and treatment of mental illness, so as to be more similar to other departments. way to treat patients.

Clearly inform the patient of the diagnosis and identify the problem.

For example: [Anxiety disorder], that is, let the patient know that you have an anxiety disorder. Those students think that the patient will be better able to actively participate in treatment after knowing clearly that he or she has an [Anxiety disorder], and doctors and patients can also reach a unified understanding more quickly. therapeutic purposes.

Mu Chun did not deny the rationality of this method, but the complexity of psychosomatic treatment determines that telling the patient what the disease is is sometimes not helpful, and may even increase the patient's psychological burden, and sometimes overdiagnosis may occur.

While Mu Chun was still reading He Ping's medical records, Zhang Hai confirmed the condition with Zheng Ran again, and Zheng Ran nodded, "Yes, it's the same as what you said before, and in fact, He Ping himself is also very clear about his condition."

"He is very clear about his condition?" Mu Chun looked up and asked.

"Yes, he is very clear, very calm, and he seems to have a good control of his condition." Zheng Ran poured himself some hot water while speaking.

"Do you want to drink water?"

After pouring it, Zheng Ran remembered that Mu Chun and Zhang Hai had been in the office for so long, and he had not asked the two if they wanted to drink water.

This is also what Zheng Ran is not used to. As long as he steps into the hospital and walks into the surgical ward, Zheng Ran's mind is full of patients, operations and dangers.

A state of excitement and fatigue is Zheng Ran's daily working state.

"No, thank you." Mu Chun replied.

Zhang Hai shook his head. As a policeman, he never had the habit of getting a glass of water wherever he went. This was just a courtesy of businessmen. He didn't like this kind of courtesy that wasted time.

"Can I understand why He Ping knew his condition and had gone to the hospital for a check-up before?"

Mu Chun asked.

"It should be. Otherwise, how could he, a music student, know that he was sick? Even if he guessed or looked up information on the Internet, he couldn't know so clearly, but "Zheng Ran paused, looked at the computer screen and shook his head.

"But what? There is no medical record of him?" Mu Chun asked.

Zheng Ran raised his head and glanced at Mu Chun who was standing at the table, then turned his head to look at Zhang Hai who was standing not far behind him, and said: "Hey, this psychosomatic doctor is a bit interesting. Why is he so mysterious, as if he knows everything?"

Zhang Hai shrugged his shoulders, "This. I feel the same way. I wonder if others feel the same way."

"Well, are all of you psychosomatic doctors so powerful? I mean, can you see through everything at a glance?" Zheng Ran asked with a smile.