"Life is worse than death?" Zhou Congwen asked in surprise.

"That's what I describe." Shen Lang scratched his head, "It should be said that his doctors don't know what to do."

Zhou Congwen still didn't understand.

"I heard from others that Director Lei was confused at the time. When the 120 ambulance arrived, she didn't even wear clothes. She was going to be taken to our hospital nearby, but when President Xiao said that, the 120 doctor asked the 'patient family'. Later, hesitated for a long time and sent it back to our hospital."

"I know this, isn't it because I've had the surgery?" Zhou Congwen said.

"I told you?"

Zhou Congwen nodded.

"Oh, after the operation, Director Xiao lay in the neurosurgery surveillance room for several days. The problem now is whether to pull the ventilator or not."

"Huh?" Zhou Congwen was puzzled. Is there anything difficult about this? He pulled the indicators and didn't he know about the neurosurgeons or other neurosurgeons?

eccentric.

"It is said that our hospital..."

"It's the Third Hospital of Jianghai City." Zhou Congwen corrected.

Shen Lang was stunned and looked at Zhou Congwen, "Congwen, you are really ruthless..."

"You are now a member of the team of the academician workstation, so you have to change your mind." Zhou Congwen said, "You can't always think that you are a doctor at the Third Hospital of Jianghai City."

"Okay." Shen Lang nodded, Li Ran raised his hand beside him and pulled a smiley face.

"Lao Tang and his team held many case discussion meetings, divided into two opinions. Some said they could remove the ventilator, while others said they couldn't."

"Everyone has his own opinion and finds out the past cases, and President Xiao's instructions to check the rounds as the basis."

"..." Zhou Congwen's mouth was full of bitterness when he heard it.

He thought of Dean Xiao’s domineering and changing various medical instructions every day.

At that time, he changed the echocardiac signs of the aortic dissection patient, let alone things like extubation.

Sometimes, there is no strict limit for medical treatment whether to extubate or not. If the patient's condition allows, it will be a matter of blurring the limit for a few hours or about one day.

And this kind of ambiguity has become Dean Xiao's weapon.

No matter what the doctor below says, Dean Xiao will scold the doctor and finally execute the opposite doctor's order.

Zhou Congwen's idea is still based on the benefits, without affecting the patient's treatment.

The neurosurgeon doctor is like a dog of Paplov, trained to have various instincts and instinctively doubt himself.

The main thing is that no matter how you make a doctor's order, it is wrong. All the bigger ones can only be followed by Dean Xiao.

Now Dean Xiao has fallen and is treated by a group of doctors with mud in their minds...

Zhou Congwen really dared not think about this scene.

President Xiao was also self-inflicted, but as he fell down, he was probably seriously injured in his vital energy and could not recover from normal within at least five years.

If other old directors cherish their own treasures and do not teach technology, which leads to the rupture of technological inheritance, Director Xiao's approach directly suppressed the normal growth of lower-level doctors, and even managed patients in a dilemma.

This is really... the initiator has no descendants.

This sentence from Old Master appeared in Zhou Congwen's mind.

"What happened later?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Everyone argued, everyone had similar medical records in their hands. Dean Xiao's medical advice at that time was varied and not unified." Shen Lang shrugged, "In terms of Dean Xiao's state, he had many solutions in the past, so everyone had arguing."

"Then let's fight and argue, and I'm idle. Now Dean Xiao is still plugging a tube, knocking out his consciousness, and breathing with a ventilator."

"Didn't anyone invite in the yard to see it?" Zhou Congwen asked with a frown.

"I asked, all kinds of experts have invited me. But experts come to the consultation for a while, and after I gave the doctor's advice, it was implemented. But experts can't stay in us... It's not that I am permanent in the Third Hospital. Every doctor's advice has to argue and I can't make up my mind."

"..." Zhou Congwen was completely speechless.

This is a bit difficult, unless an expert can be invited to provide guidance from beginning to end in the People's Hospital.

But who is the director of the group who leads the professor to stay in the Third Hospital? Could it be that he has to transfer personnel relations like Li Qinghua?

I guess President Xiao never thought that he would have such a day, and Zhou Congwen smiled bitterly.

In Dean Xiao's eyes, the lower-level doctors are just objects that can be insulted by wantonly, and their growth is not important to Xiao Qiang.

But at this moment, if Xiao Qiang was still conscious, I wonder if he would regret it.

No wonder Xiao Qiang said when he was still conscious, he would not send himself back to the Third Hospital.

I guess he still knew it. He tried his best to leave a letter when he was in danger.

But once a person becomes unconscious, he will not be able to make the decision if something happens again.

Zhou Congwen shook his head, "That's it."

"Congwen, don't you want to go back and have a look?" Shen Lang asked.

"I'm not a neurosurgeon doctor, what's good about going back?" Zhou Congwen smiled, "There will naturally be a unified plan in the hospital, but will the neurosurgeon doctor really go to the medical record room to borrow medical records and come back to take Dean Xiao's instructions at the time to provide a basis for treatment?"

"Yeah." Shen Lang nodded seriously, "I started to think it was just a joke, but after asking different people, I got the same answer."

Zhou Congwen shrugged and shook his head helplessly.

What is this called? The initiator has no descendants. This word appears in Zhou Congwen's mind again and cannot be removed.

"Is it interesting for the Second Hospital of Medical University?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"It's a bit boring if you don't have to work night shifts." Shen Lang said.

Zhou Congwen glanced at Li Ran.

"It's okay, there are many patients and many surgeries. I squatted in the operating room for a day." Li Ran said seriously, "But I think their surgical skills are much worse than yours."

Li Ran was telling the truth, and Zhou Congwen smiled slightly.

The Second Hospital of Medical University is considered a giant in the province, but in Zhou Congwen's perception, it is only a slightly better grassroots hospital.

"I'll go out of the clinic tomorrow." Zhou Congwen said.

"Are you taking the patient to prepare for the operation?"

"Yes." Zhou Congwen said, "The problem now is whether the patient can be collected."

This is indeed a big problem.

If Huang Lao was in the outpatient clinic of the Academician's workstation, the patient would definitely not have to worry about surgery. At that time, the patient was worried that the number of patients was too large and there were no beds in the ward.

However, when Zhou Congwen left the clinic, he had no choice but to say his surgery, but his face was young and taking patients became a big problem.

Zhou Congwen considered this matter early in the morning, and this was an unsolvable problem for himself when he returned to 2002.

It's even harder than doing double-sleeved cuts under a thoracoscopy.

Zhou Congwen didn't think about this. There must be a way before the car arrived at the mountain. If it really doesn't work, he could only ask Chen Houkun to help him go out to the clinic to receive patients.

If Chen Houkun accepted the patient but did not come to the stage, he would probably have some quarrels and contradictions.
Chapter completed!