Feng Xuhui took the trolley case and more than ten A4 papers full of words. He got on the bus with some anxiety and rushed to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

He regretted it a little, so he came to 912 directly. He always didn't want to bother Mr. Zheng and Brother Yun, but in the end he made them even more trouble.

Not to mention anything else, doctors now type in medical records, but who can still write medical records by hand?

And...what should I do it myself?

Who would you show this stack of paper? Is it abolished to the doctors at the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University?

Although Brother Yun finally said that if they didn't confirm the diagnosis, they would take it out when they could no longer do anything.

But Feng Xuhui was still unwilling to accept it. He believed that Mr. Zheng and Brother Yun could cure the disease earlier, so why did he have to wait?

When I returned to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, it was already past 1 noon. Feng Xuhui parked the car and walked into the inpatient department.

He was exhausted all over. The last time he went to bed seemed to be a long time ago. Feng Xuhui felt that he had never been so tired in his life except when he was transporting supplies at Rongcheng Airport.

When he arrived at the ward, he immediately felt something was wrong in the ward.

Doctors left with a stern face and nervously, and were talking to themselves.

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

Xiaoyun was already asleep, Liu Xiaojie was sitting on the chair, and her head was lying beside the bed, and she was sleeping. She was exhausted, Feng Xuhui thought to herself.

He saw Liu Xiaojie's clothes pulling upwards, revealing a piece of fair skin. He was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and covered her.

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

The paper is full of dense words, with very beautiful handwriting. Many medical names are marked in English abbreviation, like the book of heaven, Feng Xuhui cannot understand them at all.

It is considered a compliment to say that it is a book of heaven, but it should be said that it is a ghost painting talisman.

Before the electronic medical record system came into use, doctors handwritten medical records. At that time, rumors spread among ordinary people that doctors’ prescriptions could not be understood.

Actually, it's not a rumor, but it's really not understandable.

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

Secondly, the doctors don’t have time, especially the doctors in the emergency department are too busy. Looking at the patients in front of me, there were a few and a dozen patients behind me. After writing the prescriptions in strokes, it is very likely that someone will be dissatisfied.

Try to save time, as long as the hospital staff can understand it.

Sometimes even the person who collects the medicine can't understand what it is writing, and this kind of thing happens frequently.

After the electronic system was launched, it saved a lot of time and the doctor's prescriptions were printed, so this problem no longer exists.

Feng Xuhui had never seen a handwritten prescription. He was holding a thick A4 paper at this time and had the illusion that he had traveled through time by himself.

It seemed like I was back on a bright afternoon more than ten years ago. The sun was shining and I walked in the hospital corridor by myself.

Uh... I'm so tired, why can't I help but start literary and artistic?

Feng Xuhui began to look for familiar faces, but after searching, he couldn't find Xiaoyun's doctor Wang's bed.

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

She had silver hair and looked very kind. Her white clothes were very white, facing the light, as if she was flawless halo.

With her gentle and kind smile, the halo was even brighter, soothing Feng Xuhui's heart and calming it.

"Today, Xiao Wang went to the venue for the Internal Medicine Trial. Are you a family member of the patient? Is there anything wrong with finding Xiao Wang?" the old man asked kindly.

"..." Feng Xuhui hesitated for a half second, then bowed slightly, and said politely: "I am a family member of beds 2-8. This is a condition analysis done by my two friends. I want to ask Dr. Wang to help me take a look."

"Symptom analysis?" The old man did not get furious, but said with a smile, "Then leave it to me. I'm going to go to the venue, and I'll leave it to Xiao Wang by the way."

"Please, my friend said, it's just a reference, and it might be useful." Feng Xuhui handed the a4 paper to the old man and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Li, it's getting late, let's go." A middle-aged doctor walked out and whispered.

"Yes." The old man did not forget to nod to Feng Xuhui, and he had not forgotten to express his kindness in his busy schedule, and then left.

The Affiliated Hospital of the University of Medical University and a century-old college have always been rigorous in academic research. The inspection tour of the university's internal medicine is a feature of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

For young doctors who have severe patients or difficult cases, the weekly visit to the internal medicine department is like passing through the knife mountain.

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

The thin-skinned ones cried out directly, and the thick-skinned ones could only speak embarrassedly. However, there were really people who didn't care about it in this situation. In the end, these people became hob meat.

Mr. Li is the retired old director of the Department of Endocrinology and was once the director of the Department of Internal Medicine Affiliated Hospital of Medical University. She has retired and only comes to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University twice a week. Once outpatient clinics, and once in the Department of Internal Medicine is the visit to the Department of Internal Medicine.

Holding the a4 paper, Mr. Li walked out.

"The patients nowadays really don't know what they are thinking." The director of the Endocrinology Department glanced at the paper in Mr. Li's hand, and the font on it made her a little unhappy. "He came to our Affiliated Hospital for treatment and went out to inquire. He came with the doctor's advice and found some laymen who didn't understand and pointed at them, and had a brain problem."

"You can't say that." Mr. Li said gently: "This kind of thing is very common, don't think about it."

For patients, after being hospitalized, the patient's family members took other people's diagnostic opinions and doctor's advice to "point fingers" and how to look at it.

If a chemotherapy patient comes back from a high-level tertiary hospital in the Imperial Capital and the Magic City, the local doctors are still willing to execute the doctor's instructions from the superior hospital.

First of all, the patients have needs, and secondly, they also have an opportunity to learn.

But if you take a medical order in a Grade A hospital of the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University, it will be very disgusting.

Top hospitals have various detailed examinations for patients. If there is really something that cannot be solved, it is because the condition is too complicated. Even the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University cannot solve it. Can a doctor from another hospital be solved by air?

Nonsense.

When she arrived at the venue, Mr. Li saw Dr. Xiao Wang standing in front and had already started preparing to report his medical history. She did not rush to hand over the a4 paper to Dr. Wang, but sat down and glanced at the contents on it.
Chapter completed!