Chapter 2228: 2151 Internal Medicine Rounds

Feng Xu Hui pulled a rolling suitcase, holding more than ten A4 sheets filled with writing, feeling somewhat apprehensive as he boarded, heading to Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

He felt a bit regretful; he should have gone directly to 912. Always not wanting to trouble Chief Zheng and Yun Ge'er, he ended up causing them more trouble.

Besides that, doctors now type medical records; who still writes them by hand?

Moreover…… what should I do?

Who would I show this stack of paper to? If I give it to the doctors at Medical University Affiliated Hospital, would they despise me and point fingers?

Although Yun Ge'er also said later, if they couldn't confirm a diagnosis and were at a loss, they could bring it out then.

Yet Feng Xu Hui still felt unwilling. He believed Chief Zheng and Yun Ge'er's skills could cure the illness earlier; why wait?

Returning to Medical University Affiliated Hospital, it was already past 1 PM; Feng Xu Hui parked his car and entered the Inpatient Department.

He felt utterly exhausted; the last time he slept seemed ages ago. Feng Xu Hui felt that aside from moving cargo at Rongcheng Airport, he had never been this tired in his life.

Upon entering the ward, he immediately sensed that something was off in the atmosphere.

Doctors kept leaving one after another, faces grim, full of tension, muttering to themselves.

Feng Xu Hui hurried over to take a quick look at Liu Xiao Jie and Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun was already asleep; Liu Xiao Jie sat in a chair, her head resting on the bedside, also asleep. They were exhausted, Feng Xu Hui thought.

He saw Liu Xiao Jie's waistband pull up, revealing a patch of fair skin; fearing she'd catch a chill, he took off his own outer garment to cover her.

Afterwards, Feng Xu Hui took the A4 papers to find Xiao Yun's attending physician.

The paper was covered in flourishing, dense script, the handwriting beautiful. Many disease names and tests were marked with English abbreviations, like heavenly script; Feng Xu Hui couldn't understand it at all.

Calling it heavenly script is already praise; in fact, it's more like demonic talismans.

Before the electronic medical record system, doctors wrote records by hand; back then, rumors spread among ordinary people that doctors' prescriptions were impossible to read.

In fact, it wasn't just a rumor; they truly couldn't be read.

First, many words on prescriptions are written in Latin; how could someone without medical Latin possibly understand them?

Second, doctors lack time, especially those in the outpatient and emergency departments, who are extremely busy. Looking at the patient before them, there are still several, even a dozen more patients waiting. Writing out prescriptions stroke by stroke, it's likely someone will be dissatisfied.

Save as much time as possible; as long as hospital staff can understand it, that's enough.

Sometimes even pharmacy and cashiers can't decipher what's written; this happens frequently.

After the electronic system went live, it saved a lot of time; doctors' prescriptions are printed out, and this problem no longer exists.

Feng Xu Hui had never actually seen a handwritten prescription; holding this thick stack of A4 paper, he felt as if he had traveled through time.

It felt like returning to a certain bright afternoon several years ago, sunshine abundant, himself walking down the hospital corridor.

Uh…… so tired, why am I unconsciously turning literary?

Feng Xu Hui began searching for familiar faces, but after looking around he still couldn't find Xiao Yun's attending physician, Dr. Wang.

"Elder, may I trouble you to ask if Dr. Wang is in?" Feng Xu Hui, finding no one, had to ask an elderly gentleman who had just come out of the doctors' office.

She had a full head of silver hair, looking especially kind. Her white coat was pure white, facing the light, as if wearing a flawless halo.

Combined with her gentle, kind smile, that halo shone brighter, soothing Feng Xu Hui's heart, calming it.

"Today's internal medicine rounds, Dr. Xiao Wang went to the conference. Are you a patient's family member? What do you need Dr. Wang for?" the elder asked kindly.

"……" Feng Xu Hui hesitated half a second, then gave a slight bow, speaking politely: "I'm the family member of bed 2-8; this is a condition analysis done by my two friends; I'd like to ask Dr. Wang to take a look."

"Condition analysis?" The elder didn't flare up, but smiled and said, "Then leave it to me; I'm also heading to the conference, I'll pass it along to Dr. Xiao Wang."

"Thank you for the trouble; my friend said it's just a reference, maybe it'll help." Feng Xu Hui handed the A4 papers to the elder, exhaling in relief.

"Li Lao, it's getting late; let's go." A middle-aged doctor stepped out, speaking softly.

"Hmm." The elder didn't forget to nod at Feng Xu Hui, even in his busy moment remembering to express his goodwill, then left.

Medical University Affiliated Hospital, a century-old institution with rigorous scholarship. Internal medicine rounds are one of its specialties.

For junior doctors handling critical or difficult cases, the weekly internal medicine rounds feel like going through a blade mountain.

When reporting medical history, many senior professors, specialists, and department heads ask questions. If any examination or direction is overlooked, countless eyes in the room fix on you; that feeling is genuinely sour and refreshing.

Those with thin skin burst into tears right away; those with thick skin can only grin and bear it, staying silent. Yet some truly don't care in such situations; such people eventually become seasoned veterans.

Li Lao, a retired former head of the Endocrinology Department, once served as head of Internal Medicine at Medical University Affiliated Hospital. She has long been retired, coming to the hospital only twice a week: once for outpatient clinic, once for internal medicine rounds.

Holding the A4 papers, Li Lao walked out.

"Today's patients, truly I don't know what's on their minds." The Endocrinology Department head glanced at the paper Li Lao held; the flourishing script made her somewhat displeased: "Coming to our affiliated hospital for treatment, yet running around making inquiries. Bringing medical orders, seeking laypeople who don't understand to point fingers—something's wrong with your head."

"That's not entirely fair to say." Li Lao said gently: "This happens often; don't dwell on it."

Regarding patients and their families bringing others' diagnostic opinions and medical orders to the hospital to "point fingers," how should we view it?

If it's a chemotherapy patient returning from top-tier tertiary hospitals in Di Du and Modu, local doctors are still quite willing to follow the superior hospital's orders.

First, the patient has a need; second, it's also a learning opportunity for oneself.

But in a hospital of this tier like Medical University Affiliated Hospital, producing medical orders tends to provoke resentment.

Top-tier hospitals, when facing patients, have various detailed examinations; if a problem truly can't be solved, it's because the condition is overly complex. If Medical University Affiliated Hospital can't solve it, could a doctor from another hospital just solve it remotely?

Nonsense.

Arriving at the venue, Li Lao saw Dr. Xiao Wang standing at the front, already preparing to report the case history; she didn't rush to hand over the A4 papers to Dr. Wang, but sat down and glanced at the content.

Just one glance, and Li Lao let out an "hmm."