Chapter 333: When you come to One Piece, there is actually a ward round? (Please subscribe, please vote)
These doctors are all intern doctors that Doruton specially requested Dr. Kuleha to help train.
However, the knowledge in the medical field is vast and requires a long period of study and practice to master.
It has only been a few months since Luffy and others defeated Valpo. It is difficult for these beginners to master even basic suturing techniques, let alone complex treatment skills.
"Today is the day of ward rounds, cheer me up. If I see someone making mistakes during treatment later, don't blame me for being rude, just get out of here!" Dr. Kuleha He said sternly, and at the same time smashed the stone table in front of him with his palm.
When the doctors in front of them saw this scene, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva and felt uneasy.
During this time, they really felt the profoundness of medicine and the hardship of becoming a qualified doctor.
I originally thought that the profession of a doctor could be easily mastered by just reading a book, but in actual practice I found that it was far from that simple.
The apprentices learning medical skills from Dr. Kuleha have experienced a lot of torture in the past few months.
Suturing ability, language communication, physical fitness, and memory ability are all difficulties that they must overcome.
Under Dr. Kuleha's strict requirements, they must not only strive for technical excellence, but also continuously improve their communication with patients, physical fitness and memory.
Although the food provided by Dr. Kuleha was abundant, with plenty of fish and meat every day, the apprentices generally lost more than twenty pounds in weight.
This is not because there is not enough food, but because they study and work too hard.
Under Dr. Kuleha's high standards, apprentices need to constantly complete tasks. These tasks are arduous and challenging, and often make them so tired that they sleep in bed.
"Is it time for ward rounds today?" Lin Yi patted the dust on the priest's robe, walked to Dr. Kuleha and asked.
"That's right." Dr. Kuleha replied, "It just so happens that you are also a doctor. You will keep an eye on these guys for me for a while. Once anyone shows signs of cheating, give me a good treatment." Teach me a lesson.”
Dr. Kuleha's words made all the apprentices in the hall tremble. Obviously, they had all experienced Dr. Kuleha's strict punishment.
"Okay." Lin Yi readily agreed to Dr. Kuleha's request.
He has no objection to Dr. Kuleha's strict approach. After all, in the medical field, rigor and concentration are essential requirements.
You must know that Lin Yi is a martial arts student. Learning martial arts is much harder than studying medical skills.
Not to mention that any negligence in the profession of a doctor may cause irreparable pain to patients and families.
"Okay, time is up. Now everyone goes to the ward for rounds." Dr. Kuleha took out a pocket watch from his trouser pocket, glanced at it, and saw that the time had reached 5 p.m., so he clicked it with his right hand. He closed his pocket watch and issued the command.
After hearing Dr. Kuleha's instructions, the intern doctors acted quickly. They made way for Lin Yi and Dr. Kuleha, and the group began to go to the ward for rounds.
After Valpo left, Dr. Kuleha renovated the entire castle.
The original large living room on the first floor has been transformed into a spacious and bright reception hall, where patients register and consult.
The second floor has become the inpatient department. The wards are clean and comfortable, providing a good treatment environment for patients.
The third floor is still used as a place to store supplies, but the management is more standardized to ensure the adequacy and safety of medical supplies.
The fourth floor is the office and dormitory of the intern doctor. The fifth floor is Dr. Kuleha's private area, her residence and laboratory, where she conducts medical research and exploration.
Soon Dr. Kuleha led a vast team of doctors into the inpatient department on the second floor.
But there aren't many patients here.
Although Dr. Kuleha treated patients for free during this period at Doruton's request, many islanders were still afraid of her reputation and would rather endure the disease than seek treatment.
Those who dare to come to see a doctor are mostly penniless poor people from poor families, or orphans who are alone and have no worries.
For them, life has hit rock bottom and it seems that they have nothing to lose, so they are more willing to seize this glimmer of hope in the hope that Dr. Kuleha's medical skills can save them.
Dr. Kuleha gently pushed open the door to the room near the stairway on the second floor, and what came into view were two completely different scenes.
On the hospital bed near the door, a little girl was sleeping quietly, her face looking extremely peaceful.
Sitting next to the hospital bed was a middle-aged man, probably the girl's father, who was taking good care of her, with deep care in his eyes.
On the other side of the room, a little boy was sitting alone on the bed, holding a crayon in his hand and drawing seriously on the wooden board, without anyone around him.
"Albert, Clarisse, how are you two doing today?" Dr. Kuleha walked to the beds of the two children and asked with concern.
At the same time, her eyes scanned the crowd behind her, looking for the attending doctor in charge of these two young patients.
Under Dr. Kuleha's gaze, two men with slightly thinner hair hesitantly walked out of the crowd.
They seemed a little nervous, and their companions around them looked at them with tragic eyes, as if they were worried about their next fate.
"Albert's condition has become much more stable, and his body temperature and blood pressure are within the normal range." One of the attending doctors answered carefully, for fear of making any mistakes.
"Where's Clarisse?" Dr. Kuleha continued to ask.
"Clauris is in good spirits today and her appetite has improved. We have adjusted the treatment plan according to your instructions." Another attending doctor replied, also not daring to be careless.
"What kind of surgery did Claris have?" Dr. Kuleha asked seriously.
"Atrial septal defect surgery." The attending doctor replied nervously.
"What is the cause of atrial septal defect?" Dr. Kuleha continued to ask.
"In the 4th week of embryonic development, the atria are divided into left and right atria by the primitive interatrial septum that originates from its posterior superior wall and grows toward the endocardial cushion. As the endocardial cushion grows, it gradually separates from the primitive interatrial septum. The lower edge contacts and fuses. If during embryonic development, the lower edge of the original atrial septum cannot contact with the endocardial pad, a gap will remain in the lower part of the interatrial septum, forming a primordial atrial septal defect."
Under Dr. Kuleha's questioning, a large amount of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of Clausis's attending doctor.
At this time, Dr. Kuleha was not only asking about Clarisse's condition, but was also expanding the knowledge field of heart disease through this question.
Fortunately, the attending doctor had a very good memory and successfully answered Dr. Kuleha's questions without making any mistakes.
(End of chapter)