lovenovelstory Chapter 10 Was I being played?!
Chapter 10 Was I being played?!
"Ziyuan... It's like this. According to hospital regulations, only the chief resident can handle emergency cases."
On his way to the emergency department, Liu Chuntao walked briskly and spoke with great energy:
"Of course, you have the certificate. I can authorize you, recommend you to patients, and I know you can do it quite well."
"Whether the patient is willing to be operated on by you depends on fate."
"Patients have the right to informed consent and the right to informed refusal, and we cannot force them to do so."
Guo Ziyuan must have helped him a lot last night, and Liu Chuntao felt he needed to remember that.
But his profession is a doctor, and he cannot force Guo Ziyuan to do the surgery against the patient's wishes.
There are many experienced doctors at the Provincial People's Hospital. Guo Ziyuan looks young, so whether he can convince the patients depends on himself.
Guo Ziyuan nodded without hesitation, forcing a smile: "Of course, Brother Liu. If the patient doesn't agree to my procedure, I certainly wouldn't dare to do anything reckless."
Performing procedures against a patient's wishes is considered "seeking thrills" in any level of hospital.
The emergency department of the Provincial People's Hospital is spacious and divided into many functional areas, including emergency surgery clinics, emergency specialist clinics, observation wards, emergency operating rooms, and wound cleaning and debridement rooms.
Liu Chuntao received a consultation call saying that a trauma patient had arrived with a large wound area. The resident surgeon in the emergency surgery department felt that it was quite difficult to handle, so they could only ask the trauma surgery department for a consultation.
The patient has already entered the debridement room to wait. A master's degree holder from the emergency department is standing at the door, talking with the patient and family to get signatures. The handover is currently underway.
"After you sign, you can scan the code to pay. We have already called the specialist, and the specialist will be here soon."
As they were talking, the doctor in the white coat, who had a master's degree, quickly said after recognizing Liu Chuntao's name tag as the chief resident of orthopedics, "The specialist doctor has arrived."
Then, turning to hand over, he said, "Teacher Liu, there's a scrape on the middle of my left thigh, and it's a rather large area..."
The patient's family member, a middle-aged woman, said, "Doctor, my husband was cut by glass..."
Liu Chuntao had barely nodded when Guo Ziyuan, with his seasoned experience, went straight in and said, "Family member, come help lift the leg; the left leg of the pants needs to be cut off."
"Once you've paid and we start processing it, you should go and buy one as soon as possible."
"These tight-fitting jeans and denim shorts won't work. I need loose-fitting loungewear so it won't feel constricting after the surgery."
The middle-aged woman's imposing manner was instantly diminished by Guo Ziyuan's condescending instructions, and she found herself in a passive position.
Guo Ziyuan's explanation was specific and pointed, so he quickly asked, "Are those pajama pants okay?"
"Yes, you should buy at least two sizes larger than his usual size!"
"Fortunately, it's September, and it's still quite hot, so we won't get cold. If it were winter, we would suffer even more."
After Guo Ziyuan finished speaking to the family, he and the family set up the operating position, allowing the patient with the injured left leg to lie on his side facing the wall, and placed a triangular pillow behind his back.
She patted his waist again: "Uncle, it will only hurt a little bit when it's done, don't worry."
"We'll cover you up in a bit. If you feel uncomfortable during the procedure, you can raise your hand to let us know. Otherwise, please don't move around, as it will affect our operation and worsen the injury."
"Did you hear me clearly?"
"Oh, okay!" The middle-aged man nodded hastily, his voice laced with embarrassment. "With knives and needles like that, how could I dare to move?"
"It's alright, don't be nervous, it's not a big problem," Guo Ziyuan reassured her, then said to the middle-aged woman:
"Family member, you can go buy things now. Please try to come back before we finish. We will call you if we need to contact you during the process."
"Dr. Liu and I will treat the wounds here as soon as possible so you can go to bed and rest soon." Guo Ziyuan's meaning of "I'm here to help you" was expressed perfectly and without being deliberate.
"Okay, sure, go ahead!" When patients and their families suddenly arrive at the hospital, they are often a little flustered.
They were unaware of the hospital's consultation system and other procedures; their only concern was whether any doctors would be there to care for them.
At this point, they would feel more at ease if a doctor specifically instructed them on what to do.
"Teacher Liu, I'm going to prepare the wound cleaning kit and local anesthetic." Guo Ziyuan and the middle-aged woman walked out one after the other.
Liu Chuntao's expression was mostly covered by his mask, but the sharp glint in his eyes was unmistakable.
How did Guo Ziyuan manage to calm the patient and their family so easily? What did he do?
This is completely different from how professors and associate professors in hospitals treat patients.
Professors at the Provincial People's Hospital often ask patients' families in a rather simple and direct way: "Are you going to do it or not?"
The Provincial People's Hospital has no shortage of patients, and it doesn't even like to accept patients with minor injuries like this.
They'll try every possible way to get rid of patients they can, but only when a patient trusts the Provincial People's Hospital and insists on being treated there will they be forced to "reluctantly" have their case treated...
After Guo Ziyuan completed the rinsing, disinfection, and toweling process relatively quickly, he and Liu Chuntao took their respective positions.
This time, Liu Chuntao took the initiative to stand in the assistant position.
First, Liu Chuntao promised Guo Ziyuan that he would try to give him some opportunities to operate.
Secondly, Liu Chuntao seemed a bit dazed yesterday and didn't see the details of Guo Ziyuan's operation clearly. By the time he came to his senses, Guo Ziyuan had already finished the operation.
Today he wanted to take a close look at Guo Ziyuan's operating process.
After Guo Ziyuan packed the instruments from the wound cleaning kit into a kidney dish, he placed them on the patient's abdomen under the sterile drape and began to examine the wound.
The wound area is not small, but the depth is not deep, only reaching the quadriceps muscle layer!
The muscle injury has a smooth wound edge, with the broken skin and fat layers ruptured but overlapping, swelling up and protruding above other skin layers.
Even after rinsing, there were still a few glass shards inside.
After examining the patient, Guo Ziyuan picked up the diluted lidocaine syringe and said, "We're about to begin the procedure. There will be a little pain during the local anesthesia, but it will subside quickly."
"Be careful not to get excited about your legs."
"Okay, doctor, I understand," the middle-aged man replied honestly.
Guo Ziyuan began the operation.
The local anesthesia procedure is standardized and the positioning is precise.
After the local anesthesia was completed, Guo Ziyuan carefully lifted the fat layer, which resembled a semi-fixed sleeping bag, with tweezers in one hand, and began to carefully pick up the glass shards with hemostatic forceps in the other.
Guo Ziyuan's eyes were serious, his attention was focused, and his operation was rigorous and meticulous.
At the same time, Liu Chuntao also watched attentively.
Guo Ziyuan's specific operations may not be particularly meticulous, but his overall control and operational thinking are smooth and effortless.
In particular, Guo Ziyuan's little tricks for finding glass shards hidden in fat sometimes surprised Liu Chuntao.
To Liu Chuntao, Guo Ziyuan's specific actions were just like any other, but the actual results after Guo Ziyuan finished cleaning and treating the wound were incredibly surprising.
If I were to clean the wound myself, could I achieve the same results?
Or rather, is my own thinking as complete as Guo Ziyuan's?
Now, having witnessed the entire process, Liu Chuntao is truly unsure about this point.
After Guo Ziyuan tossed the last shard of glass into the kidney dish, he used gauze soaked in saline solution to clean the wound, wiping away the last remaining dark red hematoma. He nodded and said, "Teacher Liu, I think it's time to stitch it up."
Liu Chuntao had been looking at the details all along, and nodded upon hearing this: "Then sew it up, no problem."
Liu Chuntao was perfectly lucid at that moment.
I'm even considering whether Guo Ziyuan is deliberately playing dumb to fool me.