Chapter 872: [(872)] What is a true academic overachiever? Chapter 872: [(872)] What is a true academic overachiever? Dai Nanhui and Geng Lingfei were momentarily stunned, searching their minds for the relevant knowledge point.
Perhaps it was because they were surgery students, they didn’t pay much attention to such knowledge points. Diabetic patients are usually under the care of internal medicine, just like those with hypertension. When surgery becomes necessary, the symptoms of complications are very apparent–heart attacks, cerebral hemorrhage, cerebral infarction, or amputation due to diabetic foot, and those subtle daily changes are overlooked because saving the patient’s life with surgery is the priority. Therefore, interns who regularly monitor the progression of patients with chronic diseases in internal medicine pay more attention to these details than surgeons do.
“Yingying,” Kang Mingzhu called her junior. She felt a bit frustrated; they were supposed to be talented students, yet it seemed that because they were surgery students, they disdained internal medicine knowledge points.
Xie Wanying, who was about to take the young patient’s blood pressure, could only turn her head to respond to her senior, “Take the standing blood pressure. Because diabetic patients are more prone to postural hypotension than healthy individuals.”
Look at that, what it means to be a true scholar. Kang Mingzhu gave the other three interns a scolding glance. A truly impressive surgeon is equally adept at internal medicine knowledge points.
Having received a lesson from their senior, the other three interns looked at each other, reflecting on their mistakes.
“Has she rotated through internal medicine yet?” Dai Nanhui asked Geng Lingfei beside him.
Geng Lingfei shook his head, the departments that Xie Wanying had rotated through were no secret.
She hadn’t rotated through internal medicine yet, so where did her comprehensive knowledge come from? Dai Nanhui and Geng Lingfei racked their brains. Was it from studying? But it’s common to forget what one has just memorized, which is why medical students must go into clinical training–to better imprint what is learned from books through practical experience. Sometimes it’s the symptoms of a single patient that can engrave a knowledge point in a doctor’s memory for a lifetime.
One could only say that perhaps Xie Wanying’s brain was exceptional, belonging to someone with extraordinary memory–a unique talent.
After answering her senior, Xie Wanying’s attention returned to the young patient in front of her.
The five-year-old child displayed symptoms of a runny nose and cough. Since doctors had come to the village for a free clinic, the child’s mother brought him to see if he had caught a common cold. If there were no doctors from the clinic, what would the mother do? If the child’s condition worsened, she would first take him to the health post shared by several villages to see the Barefoot Doctors. This was the usual medical procedure for villagers; they wouldn’t just rush to a big hospital. First, because transportation was inconvenient, and second, because big hospitals were more expensive.
“Does she have high blood pressure?” the child’s mother asked as she saw the doctor taking her daughter’s blood pressure.
In the general public’s awareness, doctors measured blood pressure primarily when a patient had high blood pressure. Indeed, patients with chronic hypotension are rare, whereas those with chronic hypertension are common.
“No, I’m worried her blood pressure might be a little low. It seems the child doesn’t have a good appetite and isn’t sleeping well, right?” While conversing with the child’s mother, Xie Wanying also talked to the child herself, “Can you tell sister what you ate for lunch? Did you take a nap at midday?”
By asking the child directly, the doctor not only showed respect for the young patient but also used the opportunity to observe and confer the child’s mental state and consciousness.
The five-year-old girl had a pale face, appeared tired, and rubbed her eyes with her little hands. Her little face was like a wilted sunflower, with her tiny voice coughing from time to time. Clearly, the child was so sick that she seemed to lack the energy to listen carefully to the doctor sister’s questions.