Zhou Congwen sent the patient back. He looked at it for 20 minutes and ruled out that the patient had to go on the ventilator due to severe traumatic wet lungs. He finally felt relieved.

The surgery is nothing to Zhou Congwen, and the peak level of surgery... Although he is good at judging, he will not have any problems with dealing with a small trauma.

It was indeed very busy today. After Zhou Congwen handled the patient, he took the nurse to inspect the ward and returned to the duty room to lie down and rest.

Who knows if I will come to the emergency room again at night, and it is better to try to preserve my physical strength. Even if I am young and can withstand it, it is better to be able to fish. Otherwise, the problem of insomnia and dreams will come to me, which is really hard to bear when I am in my forties.

Maybe it was because Zhou Congwen took off his socks and went to bed really effective, and he finally got the invitation from the God of Night Shift.

Under the protection of the God of Night Shift, Zhou Congwen's sleeps steadily all night.

The patient was young and recovered very quickly. When Zhou Congwen went to the rounds, the patient was completely awake and held his hand to express his gratitude.

It’s good to be young, and Zhou Congwen gradually became familiar with the rhythm after rebirth. It would have been better if there were no emergency surgery.

Hand over shifts, rounds, look at patients, write medical records, and be very busy in the morning.

However, Zhou Congwen did not forget something very important. After handing over the shift, he came to Wang Chengfa’s office with a medical record clip in his hand and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Zhou Congwen pushed the door and walked into the office.

The moment Wang Chengfa saw Zhou Congwen coming, his pupils shrank and then expanded. Zhou Congwen looked very carefully.

It's so good to be young. Zhou Congwen walked happily in front of Wang Chengfa as he walked in front of the situation.

"Director Wang, yesterday I asked Dr. Lu Tiancheng, the Department of Cardiac Thoracic Surgery of the People's Hospital to sign the document of the operation." Zhou Congwen opened the medical record folder, turned to the page of the expert, and handed the medical record to Wang Chengfa.

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and almost turned the corner of his mouth to the wall.

Zhou Congwen was really cautious and didn't give him a small opportunity. Even! Wang Chengfa didn't realize this so-called opportunity.

Yesterday, Lu Tiancheng came to the surgery as a rescue station. In the Third Hospital and Jianghai City, no one would report similar situations and go through normal medical procedures.

Generally speaking, people are invited to the surgery. After the operation, the director or even the director of the local hospital will invite experts and professors to have a big meal and drink, and they will stop drunk.

Zhou Congwen!

Wang Chengfa was as timid as a mouse, and he felt contemptuous.

"No need." Wang Cheng said in a deep voice.

"OK."

To Wang Chengfa's surprise, Zhou Congwen did not insist, but replied gently.

Could it be... Wang Cheng had no idea and immediately heard Zhou Congwen's next sentence.

"Then I will write a note in the medical record and ask Director Wang to sign it."

"..." Wang Chengfa looked at Zhou Congwen as if he was looking at a monster. Are you still fucking the end!

Wang Cheng's eyes were staring like a copper bell, and he looked at Zhou Congwen fiercely.

"There are relevant records in the medical record writing standards issued last year. Director Wang, I remember that when the morning meeting was held on November 22 last year, you told the people in the department to record according to the regulations." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

Wang Chengfa heard a slap sound in his ears.

"Director Wang, do you need me to come and show you a look?" Zhou Congwen looked straight at Wang Chengfa and asked calmly.

Last year, a book "Medical Record Writing Standards" was issued, which was issued by the Provincial Department of Health, and one book for each department. Wang Chengfa said that he had never even touched that book.

Wang Chengfa had no idea whether what Zhou Congwen said was true or false, but he believed that if he wanted to see it, Zhou Congwen would slap himself in the face like a magic trick.

The more I thought about it, the more I became more frustrated. Wang Chengfa felt a faint pain from his liver area.

Really... fuck!

After picking up the pen, Wang Chengfa was about to sign, but put it down and took the medical record and looked carefully one by one.

Zhou Congwen did not bury himself a pit, but simply stated a fact without deducting details, and he did not say anything about his inability to go on stage after drinking.

The medical record is written in a standardized manner and the handwriting is neat and beautiful.

Could it be that Zhou Congwen was just causing trouble for himself, rather than digging a hole for himself? Wang Chengfa was confused.

After breaking it apart and looking at it for 10 minutes, he did not find any thoughts that harmed him. Only then did Wang Chengfa sign his name in confusion.

"Then I'll go to the medical department to register." Zhou Congwen patiently waited for Wang Chengfa to finish reading, and left with his medical record clip.

He knew very well what Wang Chengfa was thinking. His medical record writing skills in 2002 were still very poor, exactly the same as Zhou Congwen’s memory.

This external expert approval document is just a work that Zhou Congwen should do, and has nothing to do with the grudges between him and Wang Chengfa.

Zhou Congwen came to the medical department with the documents.

From a distance, Zhou Congwen saw a figure grimacing in the window of the medical department.

What the hell is this?

Zhou Congwen was stunned for a moment. Is the medical department so idle? He soon stopped idle, he thought to himself.

In the second half of 2002, the orthopedics conducted spinal surgery, and there seemed to be a large medical dispute. Because Zhou Congwen was hungry and cold at that time, he was not interested in understanding the origin of the incident. Whether it was a responsibility accident in the orthopedics surgery or something else.

This is the case with the new project that has just been launched. You can’t just stop carrying out just because you are afraid of problems.

It now takes 8-9 hours to do esophageal cancer for thoracoscopy. One 2 hours after proficiency in thoracoscopy is much faster than opening the chest.

Later, Zhou Congwen can make one with the Da Vinci robot in 80-90 minutes.

Technology progresses very quickly, but looking back, there are always some regrets. It may be a nightmare for doctors, but for patients... it is even more a nightmare.

With his hands behind his back and hunched over, this was Zhou Congwen's most comfortable position. He kept staring at the person behind the window of the medical department, getting closer and closer. Zhou Congwen was sure that the person was indeed making faces.

It's really... the medical department is really not doing its job properly.

As medical disputes became more and more acute, the conflicts were transferred between doctors and patients. The Medical Department and the Medical Department established medical dispute offices one after another. At that time, people in the Medical Department were busy quarreling with people and persuading each other every day, and they would definitely not have time to make faces.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

Although the door was open, Zhou Congwen still knocked politely.

"Please come in." A young doctor looked back at Zhou Congwen with a clear smirk on his face.

It is Li Ran from the internal medicine department. Zhou Congwen remembers him, but he has no contact with him normally.

"Li Ran, why did you come to the medical department?" Zhou Congwen was a little puzzled.

"Uh..." The smile on Li Ran's face disappeared, with a serious expression with three points of coldness, three points of ridicule, three points of carelessness, and one point of contempt.
Chapter completed!