Feng Xuhui, carrying a trolley case and more than a dozen A4 papers full of words, got on the bus and rushed to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

He had some regrets. He just came 912. Always don't want to trouble Zheng and Yun Ge'er, but finally make them more trouble.

Not to mention anything else, now doctors write medical records by typing. Who still writes medical records by hand.

And... What are you going to do?

Who would you show this stack of paper to? Would it be disgusting to give it to the doctors in the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

Although at last, Brother Yun also said that if they didn't confirm the diagnosis, they would take it out when they were at a loss.

But Feng Xuhui is still unwilling. He believes that Zheng and Yun's level can cure the disease earlier. Why wait.

Back to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, it was already more than 1:00 noon. Feng Xuhui parked his car and walked into the inpatient department.

The whole body is weak. The last time he slept seemed to be a long time ago. Feng Xuhui felt that he had never been so tired in his life except when handling materials at Chengdu airport.

When he came to the ward, he felt that the atmosphere in the ward was wrong for the first time.

One after another, the doctor left with a straight face and full of tension. He was still talking to himself.

Feng Xuhui took the time to take a look at Liu Xiaojie and Xiaoyun.

Xiaoyun is already asleep. Liu Xiaojie is sitting in a chair, and her head is lying by the bed. She is also sleeping. All tired, Feng Xuhui thought to himself.

He saw Liu Xiaojie's clothes pulled up at the back of her waist, revealing a section of white skin. He was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and covered her.

Then Feng Xuhui took A4 paper and went to Xiaoyun's bedside doctor.

On the paper, there are many words on it. The handwriting is very beautiful. Many disease names and examinations are marked in English. Like a heavenly book, Feng Xuhui can't understand it at all.

It's a compliment to say it's a heavenly book. In fact, it should be said to be a ghost symbol.

Before the electronic medical record system came up, doctors wrote medical records by hand. At that time, there were rumors among ordinary people that doctors could not understand their prescriptions at all.

In fact, it is not a rumor, but really can't understand.

First of all, many words on the prescription are written in Latin. How can people who have not studied medical Latin understand it.

Secondly, doctors have no time, especially doctors in outpatient and emergency departments are too busy. Looking at the patients in front of me, there are several or more patients behind. If you write the prescription one stroke at a time, it is likely that someone will be dissatisfied.

Try to save time as long as the hospital staff can see clearly.

Sometimes even the people who collect the medicine and money can't understand what is written. This kind of thing often happens.

After the electronic system goes online, a lot of time is saved. Doctors' prescriptions are printed, and this problem no longer exists.

In fact, Feng Xuhui has never seen a handwritten prescription. At this time, with a thick A4 paper, he has the illusion that he has passed through.

It seems that I went back to a beautiful afternoon more than ten years ago. The sun was bright and I walked in the corridor of the hospital.

Er... I'm too tired. I can't help but start literature and art.

Feng Xuhui began to look for familiar faces, but he couldn't find Xiao Yun's doctor Guan bed Wang.

"Old man, please ask, is Dr. Wang there?" Feng Xuhui couldn't find anyone, so he had to ask an old man who had just come out of the doctor's office.

She has silver hair and looks very kind. The white clothes on the body are very white, facing the light, like a flawless aura.

With her gentle and kind smile, the halo was more shining, calming Feng Xuhui's heart and making it calm.

"Xiao Wang went to the meeting during the internal medicine inspection today. Are you the patient's family? What can I do for Xiao Wang?" The old man asked kindly.

"..." Feng Xuhui hesitated for half a second, then bowed slightly and said politely, "I'm a family member of bed 2-8. Here is the condition analysis done by my two friends. I want to ask Dr. Wang for help."

"Condition analysis?" The old man didn't get angry, but smiled and said, "give it to me. It's just that I'm going to the meeting and give it to Xiao Wang by the way."

"Please, my friend said, it is a reference, which may be useful." Feng Xuhui gave the A4 paper to the old man and breathed a sigh.

"Old Li, it's getting late. Let's go." A middle-aged doctor came out and whispered.

"Yes." The old man didn't forget to nod to Feng Xuhui. He didn't forget to express his goodwill in his busy schedule, and then left.

The Affiliated Hospital of Medical University and the centenarian hospital have always been rigorous in their academic research. Internal medicine inspection is a feature of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

For small doctors with serious patients or difficult cases, the weekly internal medicine tour is like a knife mountain.

When reporting the medical history, many old professors, experts and directors of various departments have to ask questions. As long as one inspection and one direction are not taken into account, countless eyes stare at the audience. That feeling is really sour.

Thin skinned people cry directly, and thick skinned people can only chat up and don't talk. However, there are people who don't care in this situation. Such people finally become hob meat.

Li Lao, a retired director of Endocrinology Department, was once the director of internal medicine of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University. She has long retired and only comes to the Affiliated Hospital of medical university twice a week. Once out of the clinic, once in the major internal medicine tour.

With A4 paper, old Li went out.

"Now patients really don't know what they think." The director of endocrinology department took a look at the paper in Li Lao's hand. The dragon flying font on it made her a little unhappy. "Come to our affiliated hospital to see a doctor and go out to inquire. Come with the doctor's advice and find some experts who don't understand. There's something wrong in her mind."

"I can't say that." Li said gently, "this kind of thing is very common. Don't think about it."

What do you think of the patient and his family members "pointing fingers" with other people's diagnostic opinions and medical orders after they are hospitalized.

If chemotherapy patients come back from the high-level third-class hospitals in DIDU and mordu, the local doctors are still willing to implement the orders of the superior hospitals.

The first is that patients have needs, and the second is that they also have an opportunity to learn.

But if you take out the doctor's advice in the third class hospital of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, it will be very disgusting.

Top hospitals have all kinds of detailed examinations for patients. If there is any problem that can not be solved, it is that the condition is too complex. The Affiliated Hospital of medical university can't solve it. A doctor from other hospitals can solve it every other space?

Bullshit.

When she came to the meeting, Li Lao saw Dr. Wang standing in front and had begun to prepare to report her medical history. Instead of rushing to give Dr. Wang the A4 paper, she sat down and glanced at the contents.

Just one look, old Li said "um".