My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points-Chapter 226 - 126: Consequences of Damaged Nerve Branches, Thumb Reconstruction_2
Chapter 226 -126: Consequences of Damaged Nerve Branches, Thumb Reconstruction_2
He looked like a happy little kid who had just found the answer.
The solemn expression from before had long since been swept away.
“I never said that, you were the one who said it,” Zhou Can blinked.
“Hehe, being able to identify the cause of the poor blood circulation in the amputated finger, you deserve a lot of credit.”
Doctor Shan rarely smiled.
At this moment, Zhou Can’s thoughtfulness had given her complete face, ceding all the credit to her willingly. It made her very happy and appreciated.
“Mr. Gao, we suspect that this injured area may have affected a nerve. Nerve cells are the only cells that cannot regenerate. So, if the nerve damage is severe, I’m afraid there’s not much we can do. We will start by ordering two tests for you to check for any nerve disruptions and to assess the hematoma in this area.”
“After the tests are conclusive, we will devise a new treatment plan for you, doing our utmost to save the fingers on this hand, as well as its functionality.”
Her communication with the patient always left room for uncertainty.
And it allowed patients to make their own choices.
Zhou Can quietly learned and absorbed the communication skills on display.
In addition to striving to improve diagnostic and treatment levels, communication with patients is also a compulsory course for doctors.
“Doctor Shan, may I ask, what is the connection between nerve damage and the poor blood circulation in the reattached amputated fingers?”
The greasy male doctor’s medical expertise seemed not to be very high.
He wasn’t even clear about the relationship between the two.
This relationship is seldom recorded in textbooks. It is precious experience summed up by doctors in practice.
Zhou Can only hinted at it, and Doctor Shan immediately knew the reason.
She clearly understood the relationship between nerves and blood circulation.
This also shows how important it is to have a mentor at the Director Level.
It can save one from a lot of detours.
“You can ask Dr. Zhou for advice!”
She was probably using this opportunity to teach the greasy male doctor a lesson for his previous arrogance and bureaucratic behavior towards Zhou Can.
The greasy male doctor awkwardly looked at Zhou Can.
Having a senior Resident Doctor ask a trainee for advice was somewhat embarrassing.
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Especially considering that shortly before, he had been acting superior in front of Zhou Can.
How embarrassing it must be to ask for advice now!
If he didn’t ask, it would only be more awkward.
Everyone knew the situation, and they would certainly laugh at him behind his back.
“Dr. Zhou… may I ask for your guidance?”
The greasy male doctor had no choice but to swallow his pride and ask Zhou Can.
“Nerve damage can affect blood circulation. Didn’t your teacher teach you this?” Zhou Can responded with a question.
“Cough cough… Maybe it was taught, I might have forgotten.”
The greasy male doctor’s teacher was at most at the Chief Level.
If the mentoring doctor didn’t like him as a person, it’s likely that the teaching was just going through the motions.
So, if his skills were lacking, he had to look for the reasons within himself.
Arrogance, rudeness, bureaucracy—these personality flaws could all potentially make one unpopular with senior doctors.
“Dr. Hee, please follow up with the patient in bed one. After his examination is finished, he can show me the results or go to Director Shen. It has been over a day since his finger reattachment; we must not delay.”
Doctor Shan assigned the follow-up of this patient to Dr. Hee.
She continued the ward rounds with several others.
With over a hundred beds to cover, even if each took an average of one minute, it would require nearly two hours.
Therefore, ward rounds typically focus on the key patients.
Those who had just undergone surgery, those potentially in life-threatening conditions, and patients specifically instructed by the director to pay attention to—all these required careful examination to understand their conditions. The rest of the general patients could only be left to the Resident Doctors, trainees, and interns to examine slowly.
About half an hour later, they finished checking all the open beds in their group.
Doctor Shan led them into two wards within their group to continue the rounds.
Patients who needed to be admitted generally required special care, or had higher environmental needs.
Nurses and doctors took extra care with patients in the wards.
Everyone was afraid of incidents.
Zhou Can immediately spotted the male patient who had been transferred from bed 120.
“Dr. Zhou, hello there!”
Upon seeing Zhou Can, the male patient greeted him enthusiastically.
If Zhou Can hadn’t risked reprimand from his superiors to report this patient’s issue a couple of days ago,
it would have been uncertain whether this leg could be saved.
The male patient didn’t voice it, but his gratitude was firmly etched in his heart.
Seeing Zhou Can now, he was very excited and happy.
“Hello! You’ve been moved here?”
Zhou Can walked up and chatted with a smile.
The male patient’s wife, knowing right from wrong, recognized the young doctor as a benefactor. She handed Zhou Can a bottle of eight-treasure porridge that was intended for the patient’s breakfast.
“We haven’t had the chance to thank you before. We country folks don’t have much to offer. Please have this bottle of porridge, don’t disdain it.”
“Thank you, but our hospital has rules against accepting gifts from patients and their families. Please keep this bottle of porridge for uncle to have!”
Zhou Can was especially gratified and happy.
Every time they cured a patient’s illness or saved a patient’s life, they were sincerely grateful.
Like Mr. Cui, or Mr. Wu’s child, or the simple middle-aged couple in front of him. Their acts of gratitude all made Zhou Can very happy.
“How’s your leg? Feeling better?”
“After undergoing another surgery, it’s much better. My leg doesn’t swell or hurt anymore.”
The middle-aged uncle said with a smile.
Judging from his looks, the middle-aged uncle’s spirits were much better than the other day.
