However, this time, Wei Dabao took the "secret script" given to him by Wu Mian very seriously. Recently, I became obsessed with the writing standard of medical records. I couldn''t help but start preparing to write medical records according to the requirements of the standard.


    He sat in the consulting room, recalling the patient. The more you think about it, the more wrong it is. The patient looks strange. It''s not like a fever, but like drunk.


    His face is red and his chest is red. Wei Dabao then carefully conducted a detailed physical examination as mentioned in the medical record writing standard, and even took off the patient''s pants for a look.


    While watching him, he said, fortunately, it''s a male patient. If it''s a female patient, do you want to check your lower body and can''t be killed?


    When little Shizu comes back, ask whether you want to check so carefully.


    Check it out. It''s easy to be killed. Don''t check. It''s written in the "secret script". If you don''t do it yourself, will you go crazy and die


    But ask this, will it give little Shizu the idea that he has nothing to do?


    It''s hard to be a man, but it''s even harder to be a doctor. It''s really hard to be a doctor from laogua mountain. Trinket took a look. The patient''s lower body didn''t turn red. He should have drunk too much or had a fever.


    "What are you doing?" brother Zhang''s lover came back from paying the money. He was unhappy when he saw Wei Dabao taking off his husband''s pants for inspection.


    "Check your body." Wei Dabao said contemptuously.


    In view of Wei Dabao''s "special" identity, the woman didn''t chase after him, but she nagged about the old rogue. The voice was not loud or small, just enough for trinket to hear, but it couldn''t attack.


    I really want to ask little martial uncle about this. There are so many medical records written in the standard, and I have to follow them. I have to do it some day.


    However, Wei Dabao is also intentional. He has made some achievements in endorsing these days and asked a little bit according to the information needed to write the medical record.


    Weird. The more you ask about the medical history, the more weird Wei Dabao feels.


    The patient has a fever of 39.6 degrees and should be sore all over. But the patient said he had a headache, eye pain and low back pain. Everything else was fine, but he was sour.


    The patient seems to have drunk too much, which is what people with alcohol allergy look like after drinking some wine. But the lower body


    Well, when it comes to the lower body, ask little Shizu. Don''t let others beat you 404


    It''s good this time. If a big girl is sent... Thinking of the big girl, trinket''s saliva will flow out.


    After thinking for a long time, trinket didn''t think of his stature. He probably still had a cold.


    One disease, countless symptoms, how can they all be the same? Wei Dabao was worried about the standard writing of medical records. This thing was to take off his pants and fart. Little Shizu had to carry it on his own.


    The patient was infused with liquid, skin test and blood collection. Half an hour passed. Trinket returned to the consulting room and began to write medical records.


    Not to mention, the medical records written by myself look decent these days. It took nearly an hour for trinket to write a brief outpatient medical record. He took it and looked at it. He smiled and patted the fat on his belly.


    At this time, several more students came and ate badly. It was late at night after Wei Dabao disposed of it. He is ready to go to bed. He has to put aside the standardized writing of medical records.


    Whetting his knife did not miss the woodcutter, and trinket comforted himself.


    Before going to bed, I went to the bathroom and happened to pass by the infusion room. I glanced in. Why did the "drunk" patient seem to have something wrong?


    Trinket hesitated. He walked over a dozen steps, worried, and turned back.


    I took a look in the infusion room. The patient was chubby and naive... I went. No, it was swollen. Where is fat!


    The patient''s eyelids are swollen like steamed stuffed bun skin, which takes trouble to open their eyes; Wheezing, even without a stethoscope, you can hear the sound of wheezing.


    What''s going on? Like a ghost, trinket stood at the head of the bed and looked at the patient.


    What do you think? What''s wrong? He''s sleepless.


    "Dr. Wei, how''s my husband?" the woman asked.


    "It''s all right now," said trinket, pretending to be calm. "Is your husband so fat?"


    "Er..." the woman was stunned and looked carefully. She was surprised and said, "it seems swollen."


    It''s like, it''s swollen! The tiger forced the woman. Wei Dabao scolded in his heart. He didn''t find his husband swollen like this. It''s a half-way husband and wife.


    "Are you urinating normally?" asked trinket.


    "Urinate... Yes, I haven''t urinated all day."


    Trinket immediately complained. It''s so special. He didn''t pee all day... It shouldn''t be a cold.


    "I have a fever and no urine. It may be a serious illness," said Wei Dabao seriously. "I suggest going to the city."


    "You''re sick!" the woman scolded directly. "It''s just a cold. You put us in the city? You spend so much money!"


    "Don''t you know what it means to pee?" asked trinket.


    "Dr. Wei, I''m sweating," the patient said weakly. "I sweat many times a day, and the quilt is full."


    "That''s not good. I judge it''s a serious disease. Hurry up and go to the city."


    "Dr. Wei, it''s all from the countryside. Don''t worry." the patient took his daughter-in-law''s hand and asked her to be calm. He begged, "go to the city. I''ll do it in a week without saying anything else. Take some medicine first. I''ll go again tomorrow. Do you think it''s ok?"


    Trinket also knows that what he said is true. The consumption of bajingzi is not high, but it is different in the city. I went to the bottom of at least 2000. It''s still nothing. I drip it in the clinic. If you are hospitalized, you can''t get down without 5000 yuan.


    In fact, his heart is a little uncertain. A lot of sweating may lead to anuria and edema... Who knows what''s going on.


    Wei Dabao was unable to force, so he had to agree to the patient''s request. But he kept an eye. Little Shizu had just taught him a lesson. He should write all the informed consent forms well, or he would make trouble for himself.


    Back in the office, Wei Dabao found the informed consent form according to the directory index, wrote one according to the above, and took it to the patient''s family for signature.


    The woman''s face didn''t look good after reading it. The words on it were too heavy. She was responsible for any sudden death and all the consequences.


    However, Wei Dabao is not afraid. He is a grass-roots hospital. He suggests that patients go to the city. If you don''t go, you are ready to blackmail Lao Tze.


    Frowning and signing, the woman kept whispering. Trinket didn''t hear it, and he didn''t dare to look at the woman. He really had to cure his drooling when he saw a woman.


    After signing, Wei Dabao was still uneasy. How did the patient think it was wrong.


    Have a fever, see more, I have never seen him like drinking a Jin Baijiu look.


    Weird, what''s the problem? He carefully wrote the performance like drinking in the medical record. After changing several places, he felt that it was not easy to read. In the end, Wei Dabao lost his patience and threw away the medical record.