"Doctor Zhai, what Dr. Fang said just now how to reduce the medial ankle bone and inferior tibial and fibula joint dislocation?"

Jiang Feng followed Zhai Jiapeng and asked humbly for advice.

Zhai Jiapeng was a little funny. Jiang Feng had never seen him so politely.

Zhai Jiapeng is the latest in the bone injury division, and he is still a doctor. Although it is the main treatment, some senior residents in the emergency department do not respect Zhai Jiapeng much.

In the hospital, the hospitalist will call the teacher when he sees it. Even if he doesn't call the teacher, he is quite polite.

Of course, Zhai Jiapeng didn't care if he was just a newcomer. He first gained a foothold in the bone injury division.

Moreover, when facing Jiang Feng, Zhai Jiapeng did not take airs.

What did Jiang Feng say? The reason why he is impatient and can't suppress his temperament even if he learns anything is that in addition to his personality, there is another thing: he has an uncle who is the vice president.

Although it is a municipal Chinese Medicine Hospital, Jiang Feng subconsciously felt that he had a way out and could go back to the city central hospital if he really couldn't. It was precisely because of this idea that this kid seemed less stressed than others.

After Fang Han’s beating today, Jiang Feng was still a little scared. He had a way out, but it doesn’t mean he really had to go back. If he really wanted to go back, wouldn’t he be laughed at by his younger brother to death?

"Doctor Fang is talking about the situation of moderate and severe injuries in ankle valgus fractures. Ankle valgus fractures can be divided into three levels according to the degree of the injury..."

Zhai Jiapeng patiently explained to Jiang Feng.

...........

"Doctor, doctor!"

At the door of the emergency department, a fat man in his forties walked in panting. Every time he took a step, the ground of the emergency department seemed to shake slightly.

"What's wrong?"

A nurse hurriedly came up to ask.

"Arm, my arm seems to have broken!"

The fat man had one arm crossed and the other hand, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"A fracture of the right upper arm?"

The nurse asked, and said, "Did you come alone? No family?"

"I said to nurse, I was temporarily injured. My family is not here. I feel so painful. Can I treat it first? I can't stand it." The middle-aged fat man was sweating heavily and his face was rich. It seemed that he was really in pain.

"Come with me."

The nurse looked at it, but did not dare to delay. While leading the way, she said, "I'll find a doctor in the bone injury division to show you first. You can go and get a fee for registration later."

"Thank you nurse, thank you nurse." The middle-aged fat man thanked him repeatedly.

After entering the orthopedic injury section, the nurse first took the fat man into a treatment room and then informed the doctor.

Zhai Jiapeng received the news and hurriedly went to the treatment room with Li Xiaofei.

"Right arm?"

Zhai Jiapeng walked forward and checked the situation first.

"It hurts, doctor, it hurts!"

"You're too fat."

Zhai Jiapeng reached out and touched it for a long time, but he couldn't see clearly the situation and the part of the injury.

A fat man with a weight of more than 200 pounds is covered in flesh and his arms are thicker than many people's thighs.

"Doctor, I don't want to do it either. There is no way. My physique is like this. I can get fat even if I drink cold water. I said, how can you not expose your shortcomings?" The fat man grinned.

"You are fat and the diagnosis is difficult. Be patient. Let me take a look at the situation first. Let's talk about how you did it?"

"I didn't want to move things from my friend's house, so I put on the handle. Who knew that as soon as I tried, I heard a sound, and then it hurt so much. I guess I had a fracture."

Zhai Jiapeng listened and checked. After a while, he said, "It's not a fracture, it's a dislocation."

"dislocation?"

“Yes, dislocated!”

As he said that, Zhai Jiapeng greeted Jiang Feng next to him: "Come on, let's help, I'll reset it."

As he said that, he directed Jiang Feng to step forward, and then Zhai Jiapeng grabbed the fat man's wrist with one hand, but his hand could not completely grasp the fat man's hand.

In addition, the weather was hot, and the fat man sweated a lot on his arms. Even though he was under the air conditioner, his arms were so greasy that Zhai Jiapeng couldn't even take action.

"Go and find someone."

Zhai Jiapeng told Jiang Feng.

It is really not easy to correct bones and restore such a fat man.

Jiang Feng left the treatment room and soon called Lin Guangliang to come.

Jiang Feng grabbed the patient's shoulder, Lin Guangliang grabbed the patient's shoulder, and followed my instructions.

Zhai Jiapeng commanded the two people to prepare, and then he grabbed the fat man's wrist with both hands and shouted: "Let's go!"

Then the three of them tried their best together, but the fat man seemed to be motionless...

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Although the fat man sat motionless, it was in great pain and shouted: "I said to doctor, are you treating or killing people?"

"No, there is too much meat and too much traction."

Zhai Jiapeng let go of his hand and panted: "Lin Guangliang will call someone again, we three don't seem to understand."

"Doctor Zhai, why don't you ask Dr. Fang to come over?" Lin Guangliang suggested.

"Okay, go and find Dr. Fang!"

Zhai Jiapeng nodded. Generally speaking, if it weren't for not being able to take it down, the doctors below were unwilling to disturb the superior doctor easily. Zhai Jiapeng could still handle this shoulder dislocation, but the patient was really too fat.

After the diagnosis just now, Zhai Jiapeng struggled for a while and then he confirmed that it was not a fracture. After the reduction, the three of them could not take it down.

When performing bone correction and reduction, you cannot use brute force. You need to use skillful force. The bones and muscles are adhesions. The fatter the person, the more muscles, the greater the traction force, and the more difficult it is to correct the bone correction and reduction.

"Dr. Fang!"

Fang Han is currently on the phone with Xian Fen in the office.

Well, on the phone, Xian Fen was not in Jiangzhong for a while. After the Jiang Intermediate People's Court and Puhawkins Hospital signed a contract, Xian Fen returned to Yanjing. He just got his doctoral certificate today and called to inquire about Comrade Lao Fang.

"What's wrong?"

"Doctor Fang, there is a patient with shoulder dislocation..." Lin Guangliang said hurriedly.

"Where is Dr. Zhai?" Fang Han asked.

"Doctor Zhai is here too, but he can't handle it."

"Okay, I understand."

As he said that, Fang Han said to Xian Fen: "A patient is here, I won't talk about it now. I'll talk about it when you come."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Han followed Lin Guangliang to the treatment room. When he entered the door, he saw a mountain of meat.

When Fang Han saw the patient, he knew why Zhai Jiapeng could not handle it. Most people were really worried about such a mountain of meat.

"Doctor Fang!" Zhai Jiapeng and Jiang Feng hurriedly greeted him.

"Is it a shoulder dislocation?" Fang Han asked Zhai Jiapeng.

"Well, it's certain that it's a shoulder dislocation, and the muscle traction is too strong, and the three of us can't handle it." Zhai Jiapeng smiled bitterly.

"I'll take a look!"

Fang Han first washed his hands, then came over to check the patient and confirmed that it was a shoulder dislocation.

"Come on, stand up and let me see!" Fang Han said to the patient.

"Displaced arm, do you have to look at your legs?"

The patient stood up reluctantly: "Do you want me to take two steps?"

"If you are willing to go, then take two steps."

Fang Han said casually.

"Then I'll take two steps for you?"

The fat man is also an interesting person. He took two steps on purpose, but his other hand was still holding his dislocated arm.

"Let go, shake your arms and leave." Fang Han reminded from the side.

"You're really leaving?"

The fat man glanced at Fang Han and saw that Fang Han was serious, he let go of his arms and shook his arms, but his dislocated arm was soft and it was impossible to throw it away.

The fat man was walking, and Fang Han passed by coldly. His shoulder hit the fat man's dislocated shoulder hard, then reached out and grabbed the fat man's wrist, pulled, twisted, and shook...

"Okay, try again!"

"Huh!"

The fat man was stunned: "Can my arm move?"
To be continued...