Chapter 33 Pediatrics, Wet Market
After returning from the rehabilitation department, as soon as I entered the elevator, I received a call from Su Yixuan.
"Dr. Yang, where are you? I'm in the pediatric clinic, outside Clinic No. 17. My cousin's child has a problem with his arm. Can you come over and help?" Su Yixuan asked cautiously with an anxious tone.
Yang Ping immediately separated from Old Han Song Zimo and rushed to the pediatric clinic. Old Han Song Zimo was confused and had no idea what was going on.
I met Zhang Lin on the road, carrying snacks and fruits in his hand. He also went to the pediatric clinic. In the morning, his girlfriend fainted in the clinic. After the intravenous drip, she went to the clinic again. He was worried and had to go and have a look.
Zhang Lin was very haggard. He kept applying Fengyoujing along the way. When they arrived at the pediatric clinic, they were dumbfounded. It was so noisy and chaotic that it looked like a meat and vegetable market.
The long queue for registration started from the front desk, went out of the gate, went to the parking lot outside, and then made several big twists and turns in the parking lot.
The children's noises came and went, the sounds of children crying, coaxing children, and family members getting angry and quarreling with each other were mixed together. Diapers, discarded antipyretic patches, and a baby bottle with half a bottle of milk on it were everywhere on the ground.
Some families, old and young, went out to work together to divide the work. Some people queued up to take a seat, while others made a bed in a corner to take care of their children, who put an antipyretic patch on their foreheads.
One parent actually moved a camping tent and set it up in a corner of the pediatric clinic hall. The woman was sitting in the tent, holding her baby in her arms and feeding her milk powder, while the man was negotiating with the security guard. This guy was disheveled and holding freshly made Master Kang braised beef noodles in his hand. He said plausibly: "I have been waiting in line since midnight for more than ten hours. Can you be a little humanitarian?"
The security guard here was arguing with this guy, and the team over there immediately became noisy. Some people squeezed to the front to take a look. One expert in the clinic couldn't hold on anymore and was helped out. His face was pale and he was panting.
The sign "Suspended for medical treatment" was put up, which was fine, and the crowd immediately became angry.
"What's going on?"
"My kids haven't watched it yet."
"How can there be such an irresponsible doctor!"
"You can't leave!"
The expert who was left to replace him waved his hand: "Old Professor, I really can't hold on any longer. I will read the rest."
"What do you mean? I spent dozens of dollars to register as an expert, just for him. Why should I just change someone?"
The crowd was indignant.
Some people sighed and said, "Let's find another doctor. They've already been dragged out, so how can we look at him?"
"Changing doctors? Which clinic is not crowded with people!" He is telling the truth.
Yang Ping rarely comes to the pediatric department, but he didn’t expect such a scene in the pediatric department. It was so shocking. My ears were ringing and my head was filled with stars.
"The corridors and elevators of the inpatient department are all filled with extra beds, so you have to squeeze through when passing by," Zhang Lin said.
"Are you familiar with this pediatric clinic?" Yang Ping wanted to ask where the 17th Clinic that Su Yixuan mentioned is located.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Lin waved his hand: "Brother, it's not that I don't help. My phone calls have been busy these days. They are all using connections to get expert accounts. I really can't help."
"No -" Yang Ping wanted to explain.
Zhang Lin waved his hand and ran away: "Brother, I'm sorry."
Yang Ping shook his head. This kid didn't even let anyone finish his words, so he had to look for him in the mixed crowd.
Pediatricians are busy, their wages are low, and they are often scolded and beaten. Even if it is a large top three company like Sanbo, it still cannot retain people. The same goes for several other hospitals. They have lost too many doctors in recent years and it is difficult to recruit doctors. There are many patients and few doctors, so this is the situation during the peak flu season. Some hospitals had to close because they had no pediatricians.
Order from superior department: must be opened!
Must be opened?
The cow cannot produce milk. If you don't feed it, you stamp your feet and shout that it must be milked? Then it will produce milk.
Hospitals have no choice but to put internists on top. If something goes wrong - internists treat pediatricians and practice medicine illegally! The doctor was confused. Is it illegal to support a brother department?
At the railing on the second floor, Dean Xia was talking to the director of pediatrics: "Divert the flow, don't get stuck here."
"Diversion? Now if you sneeze, you have to go to a tertiary hospital. You can't get away. You go to the Municipal Children's Hospital. It's even more crowded than this one. I pulled out all the newly graduated residents to sit in for consultation. If you keep doing this, I can't hold on anymore. I have been in the outpatient clinic for a month. Several comrades just couldn't bear it. One of them fainted yesterday, and two of them fainted today. I had to use diapers and couldn't eat. Even if I drink, I won’t finish it. To be honest, I’m wearing a diaper right now.”
Dean Xia's tall body was particularly eye-catching. He looked down and said to himself when he saw the scene: This will kill people. No number restriction, no number restriction, no number restriction will kill people.
"Limit the number, limit the fucking number." Suddenly, he said, his voice was a little loud.
The director of pediatrics was startled: "Are you kidding? The higher-level department has clearly stipulated that it must meet the demand and no number restrictions are allowed." "Tomorrow I will get them to come to the outpatient clinic to accompany them during the consultation." Dean Xia was furious.
Dean Xia has quite a personality. He was once a national model worker, a national People's Congress representative, and one of the top 100 deans in the country. He received an award in the Great Hall of the People.
He dares to be domineering, but others don't.
The director of pediatrics hummed in a low voice, and then added: "Dean, you said it, I'm just executing it."
Then he immediately called the front desk: "Limit the number, damn, limit the number! Yes, I said it, no, the dean said it."
The director of pediatrics has never been so domineering. After making the call, he felt comfortable all over and touched the hair on the top of his head with his right hand. Just like when I was young, my hair was very thick and I was high-spirited.
Dean Xia glared at the head of the director of pediatrics: "There will be a discussion at the weekly meeting next week, pediatrics! Subsidy policy for special departments."
"Didn't we discuss it last week? Many directors disagreed." The director of pediatrics became angry thinking about it.
"If you don't agree, I'll take it in turns to come to the pediatrician to help, and also try the feeling of wearing diapers."
Dean Xia can say it and do it.
"Let's go see those colleagues and which departments they live in."
Dean Xia strode quickly, and the director of pediatrics couldn't keep up with him.
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Yang Ping made some inquiries and immediately rushed to Clinic No. 17. He finally saw Su Yixuan's graceful figure outside the clinic next to the small slide.
Seeing Yang Ping coming, Su Yixuan immediately waved as if seeing a savior.
"Sister, this is Dr. Yang from our orthopedics department. He is very good. Let him take a look."
"How old are you? What's going on?" Yang Ping bent down.
The child just cried and moved away timidly. His right arm was half-flexed and hanging down. His left hand protected his right arm, and no one could move.
"Four years old, she slipped down the slide just now and fell. I pulled her up, and that was it."
The beautiful and elegant cousin looked anxious and regretful.
"Don't worry, let me take a look." Yang Ping coaxed the little girl, gained a little trust, and gently rolled up the little girl's sleeves. There was no swelling. The forearm was pronated and the elbow joint was half-flexed.
He knew it well.
The child was still crying, and Yang Ping coaxed him: "Uncle, I'm just taking a look, don't be afraid, just touch it and it'll be fine!" Then he looked serious.
"Is it broken?" My cousin asked worriedly.
There was a snap, and the radial head was subluxed -- it was reset.
"Move?" Yang Ping encouraged the little girl.
She didn't dare at first, but with encouragement, she slowly tried it. She could really move, and the pain was gone, so she started moving boldly. When she saw that her arm was completely normal, the little girl immediately burst into laughter and joined in the fun of sliding on the slide. .
"It's okay, okay." Yang Ping straightened his waist.
My cousin said happily: "Xiaoxuan, your colleague is so amazing. Just touch it like this and it will be fine. It's really magical."
"That's right! I said he was very powerful." Su Yixuan raised her head proudly.
"Thank you!" Su Yixuan smiled with charming dimples.
Yang Ping said easily: "It's a small thing!"
"You guys are busy, I have something else to do." Yang Ping couldn't stay for long.
Su Yixuan secretly flashed her cell phone.
Meaning: Contact us via WeChat!
(End of chapter)