Chen Qi felt confident and asked again:

"Sister, does your nose run more when you stand up and walk, or when you lower your head?"

"Yes, that's it. I still have a little headache. Doctor, is my cold okay?"

The two of them were having a conversation, and Zhu Huoyan was a little confused. Wang Shinong, Lan Lijuan, and other classmates were also full of questions.

Similarly, the conversation between the two attracted the bored patients and family members in the ward. Even the doctor in the office came out after hearing the sound to see what was going on?

Being able to serve as the director of the Department of Surgery, Zhu Huoyan's medical level is definitely at the level of a knife at the People's Hospital.

Although he was full of questions, he knew that the new intern must have discovered something, so he stopped the patient halfway and started asking.

He did not rush to curse, but looked on with cold eyes.

I saw Chen Qi hand over the gauze in his hand: "Come on, eldest sister, let's do a little experiment. You put a drop of your nasal mucus on this gauze."

The female patient didn't know why, but patients these days are very obedient and would never look at Baidu on their mobile phones and then ask the doctor why he did this?

When Zhu Huoyan heard about the small experiment, he walked to Chen Qi's side. Wang Shinong, Ding Bitao, Yin Jigang, and Lan Lijuan were of course the first-come-first-served ones near the water, so they immediately occupied a favorable position and stretched their heads to look over.

As soon as the female patient lowered her head, two drops of "bloody snot" dripped onto the gauze, and a circle of watermarks quickly appeared around the snot on the gauze.

Seeing Chen Qi's expression obviously excited, Zhu Huoyan finally couldn't help but ask:

"Xiao Chen, what are you doubting? What does this little experiment mean?"

The attitude of interns must be correct. Those who are proud of their talents will have grass on their graves: "Director Zhu, I suspect that this patient hit his brain when he fell in the factory, and now he has a craniocerebral injury."

"Oh, can you be more specific, which part?"

"The skull base is fractured, and it's an anterior cranial fossa fracture."

The female patient and her family members became nervous when they heard that she had suffered a brain fracture.

"Doctor, I, am I okay? The bones in my brain are broken? Oh my god, this is such a big deal. Why didn't the previous doctor check it out?"

The melon-eating people watching the excitement were also talking about it.

This is good, because with the participation of the masses and more people knowing, the reputation of the entire department is related to the level of the problem, which may lead to a medical dispute.

As an intern who just reported for work that day, it is definitely not a wise choice to cause such a disturbance because it will offend others.

At first, Chen Qi simply wanted to solve the patient's hidden disease and didn't think much about it. Later, when he heard the discussions from the patients and their families, he realized something was wrong.

But he has no regrets,

As mentioned before, there were many "mediocre people" in hospitals in the 1980s.

Many of them are college students or technical secondary school students who were workers, peasants and soldiers in those ten years. They have not received complete medical education and their level is limited.

There are even many who come from the position of working parents. After a short training, they can go directly to the job without a medical license.

Therefore, it is easy for real talents to shine these days, and it is easier for them to be fully cultivated by the upper management, so that they can quickly enter the middle management and eventually become the backbone of the hospital.

Therefore, if you want to attract the attention of department leaders and hospital leaders, you must have your own style, outstanding skills, and a level that others do not have, so that you can finally stand out.

Some doctors are capable, but they believe in the golden mean, seeking no merit but no faults. Such people are also mediocre.

Besides, for Chen Qi, there was little hope of entering the Department of Surgery of the People's Hospital. Now there is still a chance if he gives it a try, but if he doesn't, there is no hope at all.

Success is the best, and there is no loss if you fail. The worst you can do is go to school and clamor for admission to the second or fourth hospital.

Zhu Huoyan was surprised. Just when he was about to ask carefully, he heard a voice from behind the crowd:

"Impossible, how could this patient have a skull fracture?"

The crowd was quickly separated, and a young doctor in a white coat and wearing glasses who looked young, about 30 years old, squeezed in.

From the doctor's expression and face, it is obvious that he is a little angry:

"Who are you? Why do you say that the patient has a skull fracture? You must be responsible for what you say."

The accuser was naturally Li Jun, a doctor in the Department of Surgery of the People's Hospital. This female patient happened to be the patient he was in charge of. If there was indeed a skull fracture that was not detected, then the problem would be serious.

Then this is not just a problem of insufficient skills, but a medical dispute. Believe it or not, a complaint letter from your employer will be sent to the hospital, which will make you walk around without food.

Now so many patients, family members, colleagues, and leaders are watching, his reputation has been seriously damaged, and he must seek an explanation.

Hearing Li Jun's loud accusation, the poor little intern doctors were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Zhu Huoyan was very interested and wanted to see how this little guy would explain?

Life is so boring. It would be nice to watch something lively. Who says doctors don’t gossip?

Chen Qi pretended to be childish and scratched his head, and said innocently: "Teacher, look, what this eldest sister is leaking is not snot, but cerebrospinal fluid."

When she heard that her brain was leaking, she thought her brain was going to drain out. The female patient's eyes turned white and she fell down in fear.

Her husband also sat down on the ground, hugged his wife and cried loudly: "Oh, what can I do? My brain is bleeding out, I am going to die. Please save my wife~~~~"

For a time, the outside department became a mess.

These days, there are no TVs in the hospital wards, and patients don’t have mobile phones to use TikTok to read novels. Naturally, it’s extremely boring. Now I heard that a patient in the surgery department had brain matter flowing out of his nose. Now that’s good, let’s watch the fun.

The place is already crowded with people.

In the ward.

The female patient was lying on the bed still crying, and her husband was also wiping away tears. A group of doctors in white coats were surrounding her, ranging from old experts with white hair to interns with harmless expressions on their faces.
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Outside the ward window and in the corridor, people watching the excitement were already crowded, all looking to see what the disease of brain leakage looks like.

Zhu Huoyan, Director of the General Surgery Department, Jin Peilin, Director of the First Department of Surgery, Deputy Director Shen Zhemin and other surgical leaders, as well as department members, bed doctor Li Jun, and of course, the cute new intern Chen Qi cannot be missing.

Li Jun is very angry:

"This student, if you don't speak clearly today, this matter will never end. You will go back and forth wherever you go. Our People's Hospital does not welcome interns like you who brag and talk nonsense. I will report today's events to your health school.
Chapter completed!