Chapter 148

The scale and volume of Enshi Central Hospital are both far smaller than Zhongnan Hospital, so naturally the number of inpatients and family members in the inpatient department is also not large.

Even if a major emergency occurs, most patients and family members are concentrated in the Emergency Department; only a minority of patients would be directly advised to go to the relevant department themselves.

More patients are handled altogether in the Emergency Department by the attending or chief physicians of their specialties; those that cannot be handled are sent straight to the operating room, and Fang Ziye has no way of knowing about them.

Although there are a large number of Knowledge Points, Fang Ziye does not covet them.

What is mine will eventually have an opportunity; what is not mine, I should not force my way in to squeeze for — that would only make me extremely utilitarian. If an opportunity can be gained just by giving a slight push or being a little bold, Fang Ziye does not mind being thick-skinned.

May there be no sick people in the world; why mind if medicine gathers dust on the shelves.

But after all it is an aspiration; no matter which hospital, there will always be endless tasks, endless patients to see, and a continuous stream of patients waiting and already seen.

Among the four links of birth, aging, sickness, and death, only sickness presents an opportunity; the rest are all matters of Fate.

Under the accumulation of vast numbers of people, medical resources are relatively scarce; this phenomenon exists not only in Eastern Han.

After night fell, Fang Ziye, carrying over a hundred freshly earned Knowledge Points, headed toward the Community and did not go toward the Emergency Department.

Not appearing at the urgently needed location with a suitable identity is actually just asking for discomfort or causing trouble.

At the doorway, Fang Ziye took out his ID Card, gave his uncle's name, and found the key to his uncle's home.

On this point, the Property Management of this Community did quite well; they registered and noted every owner — for example, Aunt had instructed that if someone named Fang Ziye came to collect the key, give it to him.

"Thanks, Uncle, thanks for your hard work packing for me for so long." Pushing the Suitcase before leaving, Fang Ziye expressed his thanks.

However, this uncle seemed to have a deep impression of the name Fang Ziye; while seeing Fang Ziye out, he replied: "No no, I know you Fang Ziye; your aunt praised you to the skies."

"Said you're the pride of the family, the pride of the unit."

"If he were my nephew or niece, I'd praise him too. Remarkable."

"Kids who study are all remarkable." Enshi is not a developed place; although it barely counts as a tourist city, to break class solidification, studying is still the only shortcut.

"Uncle, you're too polite."

"It's like this — I may have early off-work and on-work times in the future, and sometimes I leave in a hurry; if I forget my Access Card, I might trouble you to open the door for me." Fang Ziye tilted his head to explain.

But the Security Guard also understood Fang Ziye's work.

He said firmly: "That's fine; we know you doctors are busy; many nurses and doctors live in our Community, they come back at all hours."

"For example nurses — the 12 o'clock Handover is a peak return time; 2-3 o'clock some Surgeons finish Surgery and return, that's a peak; 3-4 o'clock some Emergency doctors finish emergency surgeries and return, that's another peak."

"In another one or two hours, they have to go to work again……"

"Forgetting to bring it is common; just knock on the Glass."

The Community's Parking Lot passage and pedestrian passage are not in the same location; this may be to protect pedestrians; moreover, every door of the Community requires swiping an Access Card to enter, so management is relatively good.

Fang Ziye did not wrangle much with him, but wheeled the Suitcase inside, found Building 3 Unit 3, swiped the Access Card again, took the Elevator, and prepared to go to 11021 on the Eleventh Floor.

"Wait a moment! Sorry, wait a moment." Fang Ziye had just swiped the Access Card and entered, pulling the Suitcase just past the door, when he saw the Elevator was about to close with someone inside; Fang Ziye hurriedly shouted.

Unknown how many households the Elevator serves, but there are only two cars; the other one is still on the 31st Floor.

A hand reached out and looked outside.

It was a middle-aged man, not tall, about 1.6 meters. Slightly plump, face set, looking somewhat stern.

Fang Ziye quickly pushed the Suitcase into the Elevator, pressed 11F, then said thanks: "Thanks, sorry."

The man's expression remained stern and did not become polite because of Fang Ziye's words; he merely shook his head slightly, then blinked, looking to the other side.

Fang Ziye noticed that the man's Right Hand was wrapped in white Bandage and a Forearm Sling was hanging; he did not know if it was a Dislocation or just a minor abrasion, so after Disinfection at the Hospital they let him return.

While Fang Ziye was observing him, his face showed little expression, and a call came in just then; he answered with his left hand and put it to his ear: "Hello."

"Nothing, just came out of the Hospital, took Photos."

"Mm, Disinfection and it's fine."

"Okay." His tone was brief, even a bit cold.

His whole temperament was terrifyingly calm.

"Uncle, what happened to you?" Fang Ziye became extra cautious.

Because Fang Ziye had once rotated through the Emergency Department. When he entered the Emergency Department, the first point the Superior emphasized was the ruthless kind of talk.

The second point was: loud crying and fussing — just a small joke, a better attitude is enough.

Quiet crying and fussing — attitude must be good.

Not crying, not fussing, sitting quietly — this kind of person requires special attention.

Because human sensitivity to pain is not something ordinary people can endure. Even if enduring it, they should at least show some displeasure.

Even the calmest person would at least grimace or frown — after all it fucking hurts.

But there is a type of person who is expressionless and silent; this is absolutely not personality; such a personality is a normal reaction to pain that only extremely rare people would show; the probability can be said to be almost negligible, and in Reality it is very hard to encounter.

Then, in this situation, his calmness is a lesion.

It is possible that Head Area Damage reached the language or emotional centers, making him indifferent rather than silent.

"Nothing, accidentally hit by a car while riding before."

"Your 11th Floor is here." He didn't smile, just pointed outside with his healthy hand, still expressionless.

Fang Ziye instantly became more cautious, didn't get out, but said: "Maybe I pressed wrong. I'll go higher up."

"Uncle, have you been to the Hospital?" Fang Ziye looked more and more like something was off with him.

"Just back." He said.

"Then where's your Medical Record Book?" Fang Ziye clearly saw he had no medical records at all.

"Ah? Medical Record Book." He finally showed a few points of puzzlement.

"It's here?" He looked left and right, didn't find it.

"Why not go back and look again; the Medical Record Book is still very important, later for Reimbursement you'll need it, you can claim from the Insurance Company then; you don't even have the Invoice." Fang Ziye's mind spun rapidly; in just a few seconds he shifted the topic.

Absolutely do not mention to the patient anything like "you may have brain damage" — that would only stimulate the patient.

Communicating with this kind of patient, directly using costs to make him go back is more Natural.

Incidentally, Fang Ziye could discover more clues during the process of walking side by side with him.

This is an art of handling affairs, not medical skill, but also a method of dealing with matters.

"Hey, I was just here a moment ago." His tone carried a slight touch more emotion.

Fang Ziye hurriedly said: "How about you go to the Emergency Department and look again, or make a phone call to have your family members help look together."

"Although it might not cost much money, being able to get reimbursed is still a good thing, right? After all, it's just a few steps' distance. Right?"

Fang Ziye could be certain that after this patient went home, there probably weren't any family members in the house; otherwise, unless they were particularly divine family members, they wouldn't rest assured letting him walk back alone from the hospital opposite.

Rather than accompany him.

If he returned home and waited for his family to arrive, by then the corpse would likely be cold.

"True." The patient still didn't have much expression.

Fang Ziye helped press the elevator's first floor button, and spoke again.

"Uncle, don't you have family members? How about you give them a call, let them come help look together."

"This probably cost you quite a bit of money too; finding it means you earned it back. The invoice and such." Fang Ziye continued to suggest.

"They're on their way, coming from Feng County, it'll take time." The man spoke, surprisingly not even realizing that Fang Ziye hadn't gotten off the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and Fang Ziye still pushed the suitcase and walked out of the community side by side with him.

What Fang Ziye needed to do now was send him to the Emergency Department, then give a simple handover to the doctors there, insist he get a brain MRI and lumbar puncture; the rest, he didn't need to worry about.

Whatever method the Emergency Department doctors used to keep him there was not within Fang Ziye's scope of consideration.

Because, once one realizes this kind of thing, no one would ignore it.

The man walked toward the hospital, speaking very little; only when Fang Ziye kept asking did he reluctantly answer, and he didn't suspect why Fang Ziye was following him.

The security guard saw Fang Ziye put his luggage in the security guard room and asked strangely: "Young man, aren't you going back?"

"Big Brother, I still have a bit of business temporarily in the hospital, let me put my luggage down first, I forgot to take something." Fang Ziye did not reveal his identity, afraid the middle-aged man would think he was a doctor and deliberately lure him to the hospital, creating a certain defensive psychology.

There was no such necessity.

After arriving at the hospital, he would then reveal his identity; since they had come all this way, he estimated there would be a greater possibility he'd consider doing one more examination.

Even, Fang Ziye felt, once he got inside the hospital, whatever the doctor suggested, he'd probably agree, because his current consciousness was only barely clear.

The security guard proactively opened the access control, looked seriously at the middle-aged man beside Fang Ziye; he didn't find the face familiar, so didn't greet him further, just lowered his head and continued reading his novel.

The hospital wasn't far, just the middle-aged man's pace slowly decreased, the whole person looked increasingly like he had a mature man's temperament, yet Fang Ziye's heart was slightly panicked.

Because as they got closer, the streetlights let him notice, this middle-aged man, his pupil width had a problem; it might not be an urgent event, but it must be handled promptly.

But whether it's an urgent intracranial hemorrhage focus is another matter.

Finally, when about to reach the hospital, Fang Ziye persuaded him to make a call home, have them rush to the hospital to help find the medical record book and invoice together.

After speaking, he put the phone down again, turned his head to Fang Ziye and said thanks.

"No trouble, Uncle, anyway I have nothing going on, we both live in Building 3 Unit 3, we'll be neighbors from now on." Fang Ziye said while leading him into the Emergency Department.

"Uncle, you wait here a moment, I'll go find a doctor and nurse to help you look together, they should be more familiar with things here."

Fang Ziye finished speaking, soothed him into sitting, then turned and ran to the nurse station, grabbed a nurse, and briefly explained his identity and the situation.

The nurse opposite froze for a moment.

Although Fang Ziye looked a bit handsome, not looking like someone with very high medical skill, but in Hubei Province, the identity of a Master's graduate student at Han City University Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital was still worth mentioning, a matter requiring slight caution.

After Fang Ziye stated his identity, the nurse hurriedly called someone, then decisively followed Fang Ziye to that uncle's side.

Asked: "Uncle, what's going on? Where do you feel unwell?"

"Nowhere unwell, I seem to be going back. I've handled all this." He had even forgotten why he came to the Emergency Department.

The nurse heard this, looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye however couldn't be bothered to explain to her.

In the distance, a white coat shouted from afar: "Xiao Qi, making a call to see who?"

Fang Ziye hurried over, quickly said: "Teacher hello, I'm from Orthopedics, I was just preparing to go home, encountered a patient, indifferent consciousness, pupils constricted roughly to around 3mm, not specifically measured."

"We were in the same elevator, saw him returning from the hospital, but no medical record book or invoice, complexion not right, I consider he may have intracranial damage, would you come help do a physical exam?"

"You? Orthopedics." He turned and jogged quickly.

While looking at Fang Ziye walking side by side with him, as if Fang Ziye was very unfamiliar.

"Just arrived. Happened to run into it."

"Today there are quite a few car accident patients, I was afraid something would happen to him, then the medical record book and invoice would still be in the hospital, but the person at home might be gone." Fang Ziye described briefly.

This doctor's face changed instantly upon hearing.

Quickly reached him, had him do a pupillary light reflex right there in the seat; at that moment, this white coat of indeterminate age had his face change drastically.

"Xiao Qi, push a cart, call Neurology and Neurosurgery people over."

"Brother, you do as you please." He looked at Fang Ziye, no time to explain more, supporting the patient who had almost no autonomous consciousness, just following him walking, slowly moved elsewhere.

Did not ask Fang Ziye for help.

In the hospital, not wearing a white coat, not at the duty post, even a department director can stay out of it, let alone someone as young as Fang Ziye.

Each performing their own duties, only then can all be well.

Fang Ziye watched the two's retreating figures, the corner of his mouth curved in a faint smile, bending into an arc.

Silently watching a massive knowledge points +62 points, he knew this trip was the right one.

Disease types don't necessarily have to be absolutely divided by size; the more fatal the disease, the more knowledge points gained from diagnosing and treating it, possibly a comprehensive contribution rate.

This patient, the disease type might not be complex, but diagnosis and realization are the first priority.

Fang Ziye had already stated his identity and suspected direction; the rest is just the Emergency Department doctors going through the consultation process.

And for a mature Emergency Department and mature hospital, this isn't a difficulty.

If even this is difficult, then this hospital has no need to continue operating……

Fang Ziye turned and finally left the Emergency Department once more.

Checking the time again, it was already seven twenty in the evening, equivalent to Fang Ziye spending half an hour on this round trip.

But a chance encounter is Fate.

Gazing at the bright lights outside, Fang Ziye's gaze and feeling upon entering the Community this time were completely different.

This is the benefit of Knowledge, Awareness, and Learning; if he knew nothing, had not memorized the Emergency Department teacher's words, then Fang Ziye would not have made this superfluous trip.

Fang Ziye is not a professional Neurology doctor, so he had No Way to give a precise Diagnosis and Physical Examination Result, nor did he do so; he was Afraid his Physical Examination would not be professional enough and would instead Cover the professional's Diagnosis and Physical Examination.

Blank Space Technique is originally an art.

"Back?" the Security Guard asked.

"Back, Uncle." Fang Ziye replied with a Laugh.

"Eh, what about that person who just went out with you? Isn't he coming back?" The Security Guard Raised Head and said, "You said you'd be back soon, so I didn't bring your Luggage inside."

"He's back too." Fang Ziye Laughing Pushed his own Luggage, taking Big Steps toward Building Three.

Fang Ziye's Suspense was slightly Creepy/Uncanny, making the Security Guard inside tense up for no reason.

But, following that, he Laughed.

Young People, love to Joke, very Understanding.

He then went back to Novel Reading.

Fang Ziye then finally smoothly Took Elevator up, arrived at the house he 'rented', Enter Door, first turned on the Electricity valve, then turned on the lights.

Glanced once, discovered there were no Slippers specially Prepared for him, Fang Ziye planned to go out later to purchase some.

After Enter Door, Slightly Organized his own Clothes, put them in the Cabinet in the Guest Room, Fang Ziye then sat on the Bed, and chatted with Luo Tingzhu who had just finished breakfast and planned to Go To Lab.

"Senior Brother you went to help out right? Sent you a message and you didn't reply." Luo Tingzhu asked.

"Mhm, just back."

"Also met a Textbook-level Patient..." Fang Ziye then recounted what had just Occurred to him.

"Ah? Really? Then do you know his name?"

"This is a very Typical Case, can collect and gather his examination results In Hospital, Summarize them, use as Learning Material later." Luo Tingzhu was very Curious.

This kind of thing, only heard in teachers and Textbooks, never seen before.

"Mhm, can do, I'll Organize it and send it to you when the time comes."

"Oh Right, what do you usually eat for breakfast?" Fang Ziye only asked now.

"Get up early myself to cook Noodles. Nothing else to eat."

"A Senior Sister said, about twelve Mile from here, there's a Bun Shop, pretty Authentic, but the distance is Too Far..." Luo Tingzhu replied.

"So it's still the Domestic Stomach?" Fang Ziye took off his shoes, legs dangling on the Bed, Laughing said.

"Mhm. Yes, but I plan to drive to the Neighboring City with Senior Sister this Weekend to eat Spicy Hot Pot, roughly two hundred Kilometer..." Luo Tingzhu Laughing shared her upcoming food-hunting trip with Fang Ziye.

(Chapter End)