Wen Yuan sat in the locker room, his hands twisting the lady's cigarette trembled slightly.

Since Zhou Congwen talked about the diameter of the cigarette that day, it was difficult for Wenyuan to face the lady's cigarettes directly. But at this time he had no time to think about it, just thinking about smoking a cigarette and calm down.

Is ERCP such a big complication? Wen Yuan doesn’t know.

But he knew that curettage is a routine operation in gynecology, which is very simple and rarely happens.

Compared with an old operation that has been used for decades, it is natural to see who is more likely to have problems.

Wen Yuan thought for a while, feeling guilty, and still thought that he had done something wrong.

Why did he die? Wen Yuan's hands trembled slightly, and even if he smoked, he couldn't calm him down.

As a doctor, Wen Yuan has experienced countless rescues and countless failures. However, every time a patient dies, even if it is a patient who is sent to the hospital for trauma and has only breathe in one breath due to a car accident, he will be very frustrated.

In Wenyuan's opinion, when you come to a large public hospital of the Second Hospital of Medical University, there should be no one who cannot be rescued. (Note)

If it is a critically ill patient, it is fine, if it is a patient with advanced cancer, it is fine. But if it is a curettage patient, why did he die?

Wen Yuan knew that it was probably his own mistake. He sat silently in the locker room and thought about the ERCP operation process many times.

What made Wen Yuan feel the most sad and powerless was that he had no idea what was wrong.

The operation was very smooth, and the gravel was removed and there should be no side damage.

But what did you do to cause the patient to die?

Wen Yuan thought sadly, over and over again, without an answer.

Suddenly, the phone rang, which scared Wenyuan.

"Director Han."

When Wen Yuan saw the phone number, he felt that he had been swallowed up by dark clouds and was in a bad mood.

He answered the phone and whispered.

"Professor Wen, a patient died in the gynecology department and said that it was the ERCP you did yesterday. Come to my office to explain the situation at that time."

Director Han’s voice was as sad or happy as water.

Wen Yuan knew this person, and he knew that the most serious situation should be Director Han smiled and asked him to go to the medical office for tea, and the best thing should be that he cursed.

But Director Han's tone was so calm, Wen Yuan didn't know whether it was good or bad.

He was full of depression and had to pass through the Hall of the Hell in the Medical Department and walk through the sea of ​​swords and fire, which made Wenyuan even more bored and nervous.

Opposite the phone, Director Han had hung up, and a beeping blind voice came from his phone.

Wen Yuan calmed down, and he suddenly asked about the choking smell of white Ganoderma lucidum. Is it Zhou Congwen?!

Turning back suddenly, Wenyuan didn't see Zhou Congwen's figure, it was his own fantasy... Wenyuan sighed deeply.

If Zhou Congwen was there at this time, how great would it be?

When Wen Yuan thought of Zhou Congwen sitting in the locker room with a cigarette in his mouth, he felt like he was a different life.

He picked up his cell phone, hesitated for a long time and finally called Zhou Congwen.

"Hello."

After hearing Zhou Congwen's voice, Wenyuan's mind suddenly stabilized.

Zhou Congwen was like a mountain, giving himself an infinite sense of security. Although he was not in the provincial capital, Wenyuan still felt the calm aura.

"Hey? Professor Wen? Is the signal bad?" Zhou Congwen's voice came.

"Professor Zhou, I'm here." Wen Yuan immediately explained the matter tremblingly.

"Professor Zhou, I...recalled..."

Wen Yuan was very embarrassed. He didn't know why he called Zhou Congwen.

The patient is already dead, and it is too late to say anything now. Do you have to be scolded to feel comfortable?

Yes, Wenyuan hopes someone can scold him.

Pain, guilt, self-blame, these negative emotions make Wen Yuan full of it and cannot extricate himself.

He even hoped that Zhou Congwen would pull his collar and press himself against the wall and curse.

But nothing happened, but Zhou Congwen's voice became a little colder.

"I did ERCP first, and then curettage today. What happened to the patient in the gynecological clinic operating room?"

"Yeah." Wen Yuan nodded, "I can't think of something wrong. I'm going to go to the medical office to report the situation. I want to tell you first."

Wen Yuan couldn't help but use the title "you".

"Okay, I understand." Zhou Congwen said coldly, "You go and do it first."

""Wenyuan's heart is cool.

Zhou Congwen's voice was colder than he imagined, and he was out of the way!

Yes, Wenyuan held his cell phone and smiled bitterly.

This is a shit pot. Why did you call Zhou Congwen? It’s not about saving the Taiwan Strait. Call him to help him pick up the shit pot?

Is that possible?

Zhou Congwen looks young, but in fact he is not sloppy and is even older than the old clinical practice.

Not to mention how Zhou Congwen is, it depends on Liu Wei's rigor and seriousness. All drugs must be checked even by the manufacturer and production date...

It must have been not anesthesia. Wen Yuan suddenly thought of Liu Wei and felt a little moved.

Liu Wei should be as stable as Mount Tai now. After all, before the operation, he could see the anesthetic drugs clearly and clearly.

Only when something happened did I realize that all this was necessary. If nothing happened, I would be lazy. Wen Yuan sighed deeply.

His thinking was a little confused. He had already thought of Zhou Congwen's indifference to the cautious and seriousness of the members of Zhou Congwen's medical team.

Looking back now, the seriousness of the medical team members was filled with a sense of indifference and a machine-like raw cold.

But no matter what you think, Wen Yuan regrets it, and even thinks that new technologies are extremely unstable jobs, so it’s better to touch them less.

After all, people are dead. Such a great pressure is like a mountain, and Wen Yuan's three views are crushed to pieces.

Zhou Congwen didn't say anything, obviously rejecting himself. Wen Yuan had no choice but to change his clothes and go to the medical office.

What to do next is very simple. I am a dead fish on the chopping board. I am willing to kill and cut him. What else can I do?

"Zhou Congwen, what's wrong?" asked Mr. Huang.

"A patient died, I guess something went wrong." Zhou Congwen said in a deep voice.

Mr. Huang nodded, as if he knew Zhou Congwen’s choice.

"Boss, I don't think there is anything to improve the surgery. The patient recovered well three days after the operation and could be discharged from the hospital at any time. Then I... go back first?"

Zhou Congwen asked.

"Go back and do your business." Huang Lao said, "If the patient dies due to ERCP, please pay attention to appease the emotions of the patient's family and take care of the operator's emotions. It is normal not to say that people die, and you can't give up on your food because of choking."

"Yes, boss."

"But I don't think so." Huang Laodao, "There are always people who are willing to shirk responsibility, and ERCP is a new technology."

Zhou Congwen nodded. His boss didn't finish his last words, but he knew what the boss meant.

Note: At a certain period, I had an illusion. I had an illusion that I had overwhelmed with my self-confidence after experiencing more than a dozen or dozens of major rescues.
Chapter completed!