When working in a hospital, it is unavoidable that relatives and friends come to see the doctor. Zhang Fan is not a local and has relatively few relatives and friends. However, as Zhang Fan's reputation increases, people who don't know him also get to know Zhang Fan through various relationships. This is a good thing. It shows that Zhang Fan has been recognized by others and has no impatience, because this is what you do.
If an ordinary person has a friend or relative working in a tertiary hospital, how can he really take care of it? For ordinary people, doctors in tertiary hospitals are also a kind of resource. Knowing them is like having an extra insurance policy, maybe forever. They won't use it, but having such insurance in their hands always makes people feel more at ease. This is why they feel safe.
Zhang Fan had a rest on the weekend. During the period after he was admitted to the department, Zhang Fan directly brought up the overall rhythm of the three orthopedics departments. Each group in the three departments worked hard to compare. You admitted 30 patients. No. I can't lag behind. As long as the competition is within control, the hospital leadership doesn't care. They just want the doctors below to work harder.
"How are you? Are you full? You've eaten a lot recently. Why don't you go check it out?" Shao Hua said worriedly as he watched Zhang Fan chewing on the bones.
"Haha, it's okay. The more tired I am, the better I eat. Hey! If this continues, the money I earn may not be enough to eat." Zhang Fan said while chewing on the bones.
Zhang Fan has been working too hard recently. Not only is Zhang Fan working hard in the department, performing surgeries and collecting patients, but he also has to find time to learn English after returning. He also has to perform several surgeries in the system before going to bed. The consumption is very huge, and it seems that the system cannot switch quickly. Energy, he probably collapsed from exhaustion long ago. Zhang Fan, who didn't like boiled mutton in the past, can now eat several kilograms of mutton in one meal. The appetite is really scary.
"Haha, as long as you are fine, if you can eat without fear, I will support you!" Shao Hua said with a smile.
"Well, you're so kind!" Zhang Fan spoke in harmony.
"Slow down, no one will compete with you." Shao Hua helped Zhang Fan wipe the soup that overflowed from his mouth with pity.
On Saturday, Zhang Fan was finally able to rest for an afternoon. Doctors working in the hospital cannot work on weekends. Even if you are not on duty on weekends, you will work normally on Saturday morning and have to do ward rounds on Sunday morning. Unless you have no sick number, the ward rounds every morning are inevitable.
In other words, the only two afternoons you can really rest are the two afternoons on the weekend. If you are unlucky and it is your turn to be on duty on the weekend, well, you will have no rest time this week. The last thing doctors want to do, regardless of whether they are internal or surgical doctors, is to work the night shift on Sundays.
Let's not talk about the emergency patients who come in on Sunday and need to stay up late. After you are on duty 24 hours a day, the next morning is Monday. Departments usually have ward rounds, and in the Department of Internal Medicine, a ward round lasts until the afternoon. Although the time for general rounds in the surgery department is slightly shorter, there are also the most surgeries on Mondays, so if you want to take off the night shift and go to bed, just think about it. No one will understand you because everyone is here. If you really can't do it, it's very simple, just leave! So cruel.
"You should take a nap in the afternoon. You haven't had a good rest during this period." Shao Hua ate two small bones and was full, but Zhang Fan couldn't. He had eaten for almost half an hour. Shao Hua held some skins and vegetables for Zhang Fan so that Zhang Fan could eat them at the most convenient place.
"I'm not going to sleep anymore. If I have time today, let's quickly go look at the furniture. Let's decide on the style of the furniture first." Zhang Fan spoke with the marrow in his bones!
"What about tomorrow? Do you have to work overtime tomorrow?"
"There's nothing going on in the department tomorrow, just a ward check, but there's a special patient coming from the Hand and Foot Hospital." Zhang Fan explained to Shao Hua.
"What patient? Why is he special?" Shao Hua also asked without saying a word. Although Zhang Fan couldn't spend the weekend with her and she felt a little disappointed, she didn't show it. She didn't want Zhang Fan to feel guilty. She was very tired, and she didn't want him to feel burdened anymore. If you love someone, you have to understand each other. A single give and a single request will fall apart sooner or later.
"It is said that a foreign basketball player is coming."
"Really! Little Stone is so awesome, his fame has spread abroad!" Shao Hua said while touching Zhang Fan's ear. Normally, when the two of them were tired of being together, Shao Hua would often grab Zhang Fan's ears, because although Zhang Fan's ears were not very big, they were a little hard. In Shao Hua's words, the harder the ears, the harder they would be. He doesn't listen to his wife, so Shao Hua pinches Zhang Fan's ears whenever he has something to do, trying to soften his hard ears.
"Haha, no, Wang Yongyong introduced him, saying he was a foreigner who came to China to make money." Zhang Fan explained.
"Oh, that's pretty awesome too. Little Shitou, you have to be good and obedient from now on." Shao Hua didn't care about Zhang Fan's technical matters. She lost interest as she listened, and then she played with Zhang Fan's ears as if teasing a puppy, and spoke in a coaxing tone.
"Haha!" Zhang Fan giggled while chewing on the bone! The relationship between the two is like a hot soup. Although it is not intense, it has warmth that can nourish people.
In the afternoon, Zhang Fan and Shao Hua, who finally had a rest, drove to the furniture market. People say that as living standards improve, the quality of life will gradually improve accordingly. Just like it had just been opened, the houses with a little money had all milky white furniture and different European styles. It seems very rustic now, but at that time it was not ordinary people who could use such rustic furniture.
Zhang Fan's living standard has improved a lot, but he may not have cultivated his so-called temperament. He doesn't have high requirements for furniture, just one, and uses less chemicals. Zhang Fan didn't understand the so-called high-tech synthetic boards and nanomaterials that many merchants called, but he knew one thing, that there was a lot of industrial glue in it, and the gas emitted by the glue would last for ten years, let alone one year. It’s hard to say, but don’t forget that the first batch of leukemia patients were workers who used a lot of industrial glue. If it is a wedding room or a family with children, it is best to simply clean it up. Paint smells bad, glue is deadly!
"Little Shitou, I like that one!" Shao Hua whispered in Zhang Fan's ear. Zhang Fan took a look and said, "No, it's all glued plywood. It looks bad." Shao Hua has an advantage, that is, he doesn't understand absolutes. I won’t pretend to understand, and I won’t make excuses. "Oh fine!"
Finally, the furniture was ordered, all made of logs, not good wood, just ordinary pine, local pine. It's not expensive, and it's healthy, but the color is a little bit thick and maroon! Shao Hua pouted, "Why do you have the same vision as my dad? If you put this set of furniture at home, someone who didn't know it would think it was a temple!"
"Haha, it's okay. The house has good lighting. And it's healthy! It will be good for the baby when we have a baby!" Zhang Fan can compromise on other things. For things like this that are related to the health of his family, forget it if you don't know. Since you know, you must do it. Notice.
After saying this, Shao Hua pushed Zhang Fan shyly, because the waiter in the furniture store was looking at the two young men and laughing!
