Chapter 106： Copy the treasure?

Chapter 106 Copying Treasure?

The medical record of internal medicine can show a doctor's treatment level, the analysis of the disease, and the thinking of medication can be reflected in the medical record, which is a good treatment file. Zhang Fan's basic internal medicine is for liver examination after work. Now there are a large number of medical records to study, and I certainly won't let it go.

For one hour, two hours, and three hours, Zhang Fan sat up in front of the computer without getting up once. Zhu Qianqian went to the bathroom and poured water for Zhang Fan twice.

"Doctor Zhang, don't worry, anyway, it's best to modify it tonight, and tomorrow is fine. You can drink some coffee. My husband bought it specially and it tastes good."

Zhu Qianqian was so happy to die that Zhang Fan was too able to suffer, and she was better than her. Zhang Fan gave power, and Zhu Qianqian was also rare and generous once. He poured coffee and poured water, and was very happy to wash fruits.

Zhang Fan didn't feel boring at all. From the medical record, he began to carefully study and compare and analyze a lot of knowledge and experience. Previously in cardiology, his teaching did not accumulate so many medical records and did not have the opportunity to analyze this.

The teaching in my heart is a buddhist department. I can ignore the sickness and the sickness, and can rest early. Zhu Qianqian of the respiratory department can really fight.

"Dr. Zhu, why isn't this patient on respiratory stimulants?" Zhang Fan asked, pointing to the medical record of a patient.

"This, I also asked the director at the time. The director said that the lung function of this patient had been weakened, and the use of breathing stimulants would increase carbon dioxide retention."

"Oh. That's it."

"You don't know, the director of our department is too strict. Medical records like mine are good medical records in other departments. Your surgical medical records are all pasted and copied. We ca n’t do it, we ca n’t write a little experience, we do n’t give it. ~! Delayed me a lot of time. "

Zhang Fan's cold sweats came down, "The face is too thick, there are a lot of typos in the medical record, and the director is too strict. The surgical medical record is simple, and the surgical record is written out word by word. If you are at the starting point, you will Can be scolded! "Zhang Fan didn't know what to say.

However, Zhu Qianqian also really fights. She has the most sick numbers in a ward, which is twice as many as the least doctors. A doctor can manage up to eight patients, and no effort is enough. Fortunately, the director of breathing is strict, and the ward round is meticulous, otherwise Zhu Qianqian's posture of the patient number will definitely cause problems.

The director couldn't say anything about her. A doctor who tried to manage the sickness could say nothing. She can't help but get sick. Zhu Qianqian, like a robot cat, will have a small snack for a while, and a small snack for a while.

The respiratory department is highly contagious. She is washing her hands at any time. Zhang Fan doesn't like snacks very much. She doesn't want to get up and wash her hands when she is fascinated by the medical records. It is simple and simple to modify the medical records. Anyway, there is a template, but if you want to research, you have to be careful. Zhang Fan is upset. No wonder you do n’t eat dinner at night, one packet after another, can you be hungry!

That's right, if not for Zhu Qianqian, Zhang Fan would have the heart to sit at the door. "Doctor Zhang, you don't have to be too careful, just look at the changes. It's all a routine, what kind of drugs. Just look at the typo and change the points where you deduct!"

She changed three medical records, and Zhang Fan didn't finish one. If it weren't for Zhang Fan who hadn't left the computer from beginning to end, she would feel that Zhang Fan was working hard.

"It's okay, I transferred less in internal medicine, and Dr. Zhu's medical record just happened to learn." Zhang Fan ignored her. If she didn't study it, it wouldn't make any sense, and she wouldn't change it for the sake of changing her medical records. Does it make sense to sit here?

Although Zhu Qianqian has a lot of things, she is really not slow at hand. The keyboard is flying up, almost no mouse, various shortcut keys, paste, copy, modify, and line feed.

"You use shortcut keys, it's faster. This is my summary of many years of experience. Using shortcut keys can save three minutes than using a mouse to save a medical record. If you want thirty medical records, you can save a lot of time. Change it sooner. After that, you can rest early. "

Zhu Qianqian really did it to the extreme, "Are you a typist or a physician?" Zhang Fan wondered.

"Dr. Zhu, thirty-three beds are terrible. I rang, and I looked at it. The oxygen saturation was a little low." The nurse went to the doctor's duty room and called Zhu Qianqian.

"I'll go and see, maybe the phlegm is blocking the airway, you continue to change the medical record." Zhu Qianqian got up and said with a stethoscope.

Zhang Fan didn't come to change her medical records. She came to transfer to study. It is impossible to go to see if there is a sudden illness. Zhu Qianqian poked his lips.

Thirty-three beds, male, in his seventies, smoking for more than 50 years. COPD, pulmonary heart disease, high blood pressure, and hyperlipidemia are all present. This time, the hospital was infected because of cold and cold.

"This Dr. Chen is not responsible at all, so much sputum does not open a little ambroxol to atomize, and even midnight to **** sputum. It's really troublesome!" Zhu Qianqian shattered and kept talking.

The voice was not loud, but the old man heard it and patted the bed angrily. The face under the mask turned red. "Father, don't be angry, I will tell the director tomorrow and let the director clean up Dr. Chen." One word calmed the old man. The family members were also dissatisfied, but what could be done? The old man was terribly stubborn and did not dare to talk about the doctor. He was afraid to provoke the doctor. As long as she procrastinated, the old man would suffer even more.

Suffering from sputum and atomization, the old man was a little better, and he could sleep for a while while lying down. "You and the head nurse will receive a thick mask like mys tomorrow. Your mask will not work. The respiratory department is particularly contagious. Don't infect you." After finishing treating the illness, Zhu Qianqian told Zhang Fan.

"Okay, I'll pick it up tomorrow." Zhang Fan responded, thinking for a while and then asking, "Why does the doctor in charge not give oxygen to this sickness, and why did you take a low-flow oxygen one after another?"

"Useless, old slow resistance is not useful without giving positive pressure to oxygen. The next oxygen inhalation will also have a psychological effect on him. In this case, you do n’t give me some measures and treatment, and he can give you trouble for one night. . Give oxygen to comfort him. "Zhu Qianqian said proudly.

One night, the two didn't close their eyes. Zhang Fan was systematic and energetic. Zhu Qianqian had a son who ate foreign milk powder and was also energetic. He had over 30 medical records and was finished by dawn.

"Oh! I'm really exhausted. I can't get my waist straight up, Doctor Zhang. After the rounds are over, I'll ask you to have a bun. I've been busy all night, but I have never eaten buns outside The hawker selling buns in front of the hospital grabbed the buns after wiping his nose with his hands. I have seen it several times! "

"Ah! Really." Zhang Fan who stayed up late didn't collapse, and almost let Zhu Qianqian tell. Because of the stall selling buns in front of the hospital, Zhang Fan bought buns there almost every day!

"No. Thank you, Dr. Zhu."

I once walked the world with a sword!

(End of this chapter)