My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points
Chapter 381 - 180: The Thunder Still Exploded, Director Hu Kan's Mandate_2

"Okay, I'll be right there!"

Zhou Can, while responding, stood up and walked outside.

Only he knew what was going on.

The day before yesterday, in the operating room he had reminded Dr. Zhao and Doctor Duan that the patient's valve had been excessively cauterized, to beware of necrosis.

But his words were slight, no one listened to him.

"Did they not call me over?" Doctor Long asked the nurse.

"No. They only said to have Dr. Zhou Can come over immediately for a joint consultation."

She shook her head.

After hearing this, Doctor Long felt somewhat depressed. He, as an attending physician, was doing worse than even the residents.

Actually, his competence wasn't low, but Zhou Can was too exceptional, and he was the first to have spotted the danger. That's why Zhou Can was asked to come for the consultation.

Zhou Can quickly arrived at the conference room of Cardiothoracic Surgery.

Usually, morning meetings and consultations are held here.

The hospital's building area is limited, like the conference rooms which are mostly idle, each department only allocates one or two of such rooms.

The saved rooms would be used to place patient beds.

All renowned hospitals share one trait - a high tension for beds.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Zhou Can knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

An authoritative and steady voice came from inside, with a deep tone.

After pushing the door open and walking in, he saw the bigwigs of Cardiothoracic Surgery gathered together, each with a stern expression.

The screen on the wall was displaying the examination report of patient in bed 19.

Doctor Duan and Dr. Zhao looked pale and fearful, and there was deep remorse.

If they had listened to Zhou Can's 'harsh truth' the day before yesterday, or had shown a bit more care and patience when the patient complained of chest pain yesterday, it wouldn't have come to this.

The person sitting in the main seat was Director Hu Kan, whom he had seen once from a distance.

Still as composed as an old monk, his face revealed few ripples.

As Zhou Can walked into the consultation room, he immediately felt many eyes on him.

These people were all significant figures in the department.

Some had high achievements in the field of cardiovascular treatment, some had accomplished great success in Thoracic Surgery.

Each one possessed true skill and superior surgical capabilities.

"Dr. Zhou, please have a seat!"

The nurse standing by the door asked Zhou Can to sit at the end of the conference table.

She was probably the one temporarily serving tea and water to these directors attending the consultation. It was also her responsibility to contact anyone needed.

"Dr. Zhou, did you remember the chest wall muscle suture surgery of patient in bed 19 the day before yesterday?"

"Yes!"

Zhou Can answered succinctly.

"According to the staff involved in the surgery at that time, just before the surgery was about to end, before preparing to suture the skin, you had cautioned the two senior doctors to be careful about extensive tissue ischemic necrosis. Can you tell us about the situation at that time?"

This matter being brought up again didn't bother Zhou Can.

Dr. Zhao was already overwhelmed with shame, and Doctor Duan also kept his head down, not daring to look up at anyone.

Mainly because they had no face.

"Alright!"

Zhou Can nodded and agreed.

He began to introduce the situation at the time.

"At that time during the operation, Doctor Duan was cutting the pectoral muscle flap and there was significant bleeding. It cut through a relatively thick artery vessel. Then Dr. Zhao performed electrocautery hemostasis on the bleeding spot. Maybe the cauterization lasted too long, I noticed from underneath the operating table that the cauterized tissue was slightly discolored. How to put it, it looked like pork that had been scalded, glossy and slightly grayish-white."

"I saw it then and was somewhat worried about tissue ischemic necrosis, I indeed reminded Doctor Duan and Dr. Zhao."

Zhou Can simply recounted once the details related to the condition.

Dr. Zhao, because of this incident, was furious and punished him by having him clean the operating room, which he didn't mention.

This also avoided Dr. Zhao's complete ruin, image, and character destruction.

Even the fact that Doctor Duan had carefully checked after his reminder about the possibility of tissue ischemic necrosis and found no issues, then letting Dr. Zhao suture was also not mentioned.

Good moral character can sometimes bring many unexpected gains.

Leaving some dignity for Dr. Zhao and Doctor Duan, though they didn't say it, they definitely felt grateful in their hearts.

"The patient showed symptoms of high fever and sepsis on the third day post-operation, where do you think the problem might be?"

Director Hu Kan's gaze locked onto Zhou Can.

Since Zhou Can came in, it was his first time speaking.

"The possibility of necrosis in the pectoral muscle flap is quite high."

Zhou Can gave his opinion.

"What about the treatment plan?"

Director Hu Kan asked again.

Also, not sure why, but when he asked, there seemed to be an invisible pressure.

"Uh… with so many departmental chiefs present, it might not be appropriate for me, a resident, to discuss treatment plans!" Zhou Can quietly saw that there were at least seven or eight directors and associate chief physicians.

The strength of Cardiothoracic Surgery is indeed strong.

"It's alright, just go ahead and speak confidently. I've long heard of your reputation, today I have a chance, I also want to see what kind of disciple Old Xu has taken under his wing?"

Director Hu Kan, like many other bigwigs, preferred overt strategies.

He explicitly stated his purposes.

Many minor characters liked playing underhanded tricks, that's because they were weak and had

to resort to covert operations and diversionary tactics to possibly defeat opponents or seize huge benefits.

Bigwigs didn't like playing underhanded tricks because the degree of social civilization is increasingly high.

Everyone is a person of status, and after reaching a certain level, the societal circle becomes quite small. Playing tricks, no one wants to engage with you, you'll be isolated.

Moreover, it's especially demeaning.