Great doctors start with pediatrics

Early morning, Handong District People's Hospital.

The smell of disinfectant and alcohol mixed and fermented, entering the nasal cavity directly.

Laurent sat in a chair next to the examination table, constantly flipping through the book "Diagnostics" in his hands.

Unfamiliar, truly unfamiliar.

Medicine was like another world to him.

Just a week ago, he was a well-known online lawyer who could earn a lot of tips in a single live stream.

But when he woke up, he found himself transmigrated into the body of a master's student with the same name and even the same handsome appearance.

The original owner died easily. As an orphan with little savings, she passed the postgraduate entrance exam but chose the least popular and most arduous field of pediatric surgery for the sake of her passion.

The residency training program has just begun.

Laurent's malicious speculation suggests that the original owner may have sensed the pressure of the future and simply committed suicide, leaving behind a mess for himself.

What's worse, the original owner left behind all sorts of messes, but left Laurent with absolutely no medical knowledge.

Now it's like he's got a brain fog; all the professional knowledge is like looking through a fog for Laurent. Even basic physical examinations require him to go back to the books and learn again.

If someone wants to run away, putting aside the employment pressure in society, the tens of thousands of yuan in breach of contract fees are not something an orphan can afford to pay.

Medical students don't have any savings.

Laurent can only slack off every day to get by, fearing that he will be exposed and expelled again before he can regain his knowledge.

"Laurent!"

Suddenly, a deep voice rang out along with the sound of a door opening.

Laurent immediately stood up and looked at the man who pushed open the door and entered.

Zuo Zhenxing.

The deputy director of the pediatric surgery department at Handong District People's Hospital, a top pediatric surgeon in the province, is also his current mentor.

Zuo Zhenxing is also known for his strictness in the provincial pediatric residency training circle.

Laurent couldn't help but feel uneasy being assigned to such a mentor.

Zuo Zhenxing's face was as square as his name. Seeing Laurent stand up, he said, "Very good, you're here quite early, still reading... 'Diagnostics'?"

Zuo Zhenxing was surprised that even after the residency training had begun, there were still students who needed to review diagnostics, but his tone remained unchanged: "It's okay. When you come here, I will treat you as beginners and teach you. Whether it's diagnosis or suturing, I will teach you from the beginning."

"But in my clinic, you are only allowed to look and record. Just keep your notes for me to examine. Don't give patients random advice or make arbitrary diagnoses."

"If I find any errors in your notes during lunch, I will consider giving you a warning. If you make the same mistake again, you will fail the assessment."

"Although our pediatrics department, especially pediatric surgery, is short of doctors, young children are different from adults. Their bodies don't support the risk of trial and error, so we can't afford to be careless at all, understand?"

When Zuo Zhenxing said "you," he pointed to Fang Qingxue, a sweet-looking girl who was following behind him.

I heard she's the daughter of the hospital's head of surgery, and she's currently in the same graduating class as him doing residency training in pediatric surgery.

"Understood." Laurent nodded quickly.

He knew in his heart that if it weren't for the fact that he spent his first week in the hospital learning the procedures, he would have been in serious trouble.

I also volunteered to work the night shift; otherwise, my current level of performance, which is practically zero, would have been exposed long ago.

Of course, the "golden finger" (a term referring to someone with exceptional talent or ability) also played a part.

After repeated experiments, Laurent determined the pattern of the "golden finger" phenomenon.

In his vision, everyone had a ball of light floating above their heads. Healthy people had a bright green light, those with slightly more serious illnesses had a light red light, and those in the most critical condition had a deep red light. Once someone was on the verge of death, a black light would appear, and when the light went out, the person would die.

Although this cheat code can't give him medical knowledge, it can accurately predict life and death.

This is also Laurent's reliable trump card that allows him to persevere.

The consultation room was quiet at this moment.

Zuo Zhenxing demonstrated to Laurent and the other man how to log into the hospital system.

He was known for his strictness towards his students, but he was equally known for his rigorous approach to surgery and teaching.

The usual way doctors teach resident trainees to log in to the system is simply so that the trainees can write medical records for them. Some doctors even don't know how to operate the hospital's system after leaving the resident training program.

But Zuo Zhenxing would instead teach diligently.

"If you want to call out numbers..."

Just then, the door to the consultation room was suddenly pushed open.

A voice cried out urgently, "Doctor, please take a look at my grandson!"

An old woman carrying a four-year-old boy rushed in in a panic.

The boy simply leaned quietly against his grandmother's chest, without crying or making a fuss, cautiously observing the examination room.

Zuo Zhenxing looked up and said calmly, "Sister, please sit down. Tell me slowly what happened to the child."

The old woman, panting, said, "He jumped off the sofa and got hurt. He's our only son..."

"Stop, ma'am, please continue. How high did you fall from? Where did you fall? How much time has passed? Did you experience any symptoms such as vomiting or abdominal pain?"

Zuo Zhenxing methodically organized his thoughts.

"The sofa, half a meter away! ...You've been on your legs for half an hour now, haven't told me where it hurts, but your knee is scraped."

The old woman, her eyes red, rolled up the boy's pants.

Everyone looked at the abrasions on the boy's knees; there was only some redness and swelling.

Zuo Zhenxing continued his consultation: "Where else is the child experiencing pain? In the abdomen? In the head? How is the child's mental state?"

"No, my child is always quiet, but look at these knees..."

This knee injury is definitely an overreaction.

"don’t worry"

Zuo Zhenxing comforted the old lady, inquired about her medical history, and then walked over to the child: "Little friend, don't be afraid, uncle will give you a check-up."

Zuo Zhenxing performed the physical examination efficiently and finished the boy's examination in no time.

Everything proceeded smoothly. In a small clinic, they might not even be able to perform this basic physical examination, but now that it was the teaching bureau, Zuo Zhenxing would even deliberately slow down the pace.

However, as Laurent was about to ask the kind-hearted and beautiful Fang Qingxue for advice on the notes, he looked up at the top of the boy's head and his pupils suddenly contracted.

When the boy first entered the consultation room, the light above his head was green with a wisp of red, but now it suddenly turned light red, and the color was even deepening little by little.

This is a sign that the symptoms are worsening.

But apart from the abrasions on his knees, the boy in front of them didn't say he had any pain anywhere; it all looked like a superficial injury.

Laurent was still hesitant and confused, but Zuo Zhenxing asked him carefully and had already typed out the medical record on the computer.

Patient: Zhang Guoguo, male, 4 years old

Chief complaint: Abrasions to both knees 30 minutes after falling from a sofa half a meter high; no other discomfort.

Present Illness: The child jumped off a sofa half a meter high 30 minutes ago, landing on both knees. He immediately cried and had abrasions and slight bleeding on both knees. There was no vomiting, convulsions, headache, or abdominal pain after the injury. He was conscious and able to stand and walk independently, with no restriction on the movement of his limbs.

Past medical history: Generally healthy, denies any history of drug allergies or hereditary diseases.

Physical examination: A 3cm x 2cm abrasion was found anterior to the patella of the right knee joint, and a 5cm x 4cm abrasion was found anterior to the patella of the left knee joint. There was slight oozing from the wounds, mild redness and swelling of the surrounding skin, and normal skin temperature. There was no localized deep tenderness at the wounds or around the knee joint. Active and passive flexion and extension of the knee joint were normal, with no limitation of movement. The dorsalis pedis artery pulse was good. Peripheral circulation, range of motion, and sensation in the toes were normal.

Preliminary diagnosis: Bilateral knee abrasions

Treatment plan: Wound cleaning and dressing change, regular dressing changes, follow-up consultation if any discomfort occurs.

Zuo Zhenxing's medical record was beautifully written, and his observations were quite detailed. After finishing, he asked the old lady, "Do you have mupirocin ointment at home? If you do, I won't prescribe it for you."

"Yes, yes, yes," the old lady said hastily, afraid of wasting a few dollars.

Seeing this, Zuo Zhenxing didn't prescribe any medicine. He printed out a treatment form and handed it to the old lady: "Take your grandson to the dressing room to treat his wound. Remember to take good care of it when you get home. If there are any problems, just come back for a check-up."

The old lady took the order and breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding her grandson, she prepared to leave.

Laurent's eyes widened as he saw that the light above the boy's head had been dyed bright red.

wrong!

We can't leave!

Judging from the rate of growth, this child's injury is definitely not a superficial one; something terrible would have happened if he left the hospital.

Seeing that Zuo Zhenxing had started calling out numbers again, the old lady, holding her grandson, was about to step out of the consultation room.

Laurent didn't have time to think much, and he didn't hesitate.

"Wait! We can't leave!"