The patient was wheeled into the ward.
Walking along the road, Xie Wanying picked up her ringing phone; it was Senior He calling.
"Xie Wanying, the suggestions that Teacher Tao asked you to write, you put them in a file zipper bag, right?" He Guangyou asked, obviously helping Tao Zhijie carry sothing.
"Yes," Xie Wanying nodded and asked, "Are you teachers going to a eting?"
It was said that the teachers would attend an important eting in the administrative building tonight.
"That’s right. Tao Teacher might need your docunt tonight. However, he didn’t have ti to look at what you wrote today, so now I’m helping him deliver it first," said He Guangyou, as he picked up a briefcase from Tao Zhijie’s car, and after checking that the contents were correct, he went to the hospital’s administrative building.
"Is there a eting at the hospital?" the night-shift nurse who overheard asked.
Xie Wanying hung up the phone: "Yes."
"That ans we need to be especially careful tonight, the hospital leadership might co for an inspection," the nurse thought.
As for what hospital leadership held the eting and what the eting was exactly about, Xie Wanying was unclear.
Inside the administrative building, the doors of the largest conference room were open.
The notified doctors arrived one after another according to the ti agreed upon over the phone, about sixty to seventy people in total, filling almost all the seats.
President Wu had sothing to do in the afternoon and arrived late, causing the eting to be delayed by more than an hour. After entering, he said to all the doctors, "Sorry, sorry for the late arrival, have you all had dinner?"
"We’ve eaten, President, have you eaten?" Zhao Huaming asked on behalf of the colleagues present.
"I ate on the way," President Wu answered, then said to the senior predecessors who had rushed over, "It’s troubleso for you to have made a special trip back to the hospital this evening, as everyone was busy during the day."
"We understand, President, we used to do the sa when we were young," Zhao Huaming and the others said with a smile.
Section Chief Yang helped pull out the chair, and President Wu sat down – the special eting tonight was about to begin.
Several large characters appeared on the screen of the conference room: Death Case Discussion.
The doctors in attendance were already inford when they received the invitation, and their mood was sowhat somber. Many eyes turned to Tao Zhijie, rembering that he was the attending doctor of the deceased patient. Ti flies; the doctor in charge back then has now beco an independently responsible associate senior.
Tao Zhijie borrowed the patient’s dical records from the hospital’s dical records room, organized them, and handed them over to President Wu.
President Wu’s hand gently rested on the thick stack of dical record papers belonging to Teacher Zhang, his mood as solemn as everyone else’s.
Section Chief Yang lifted the lid of his cup, pouring him so tea.
Clearing his throat, President Wu looked at the tea without interest, and facing all the doctors present, he opened his mouth unsure of what to say.
All the key mbers and elites from various hospital departnts had arrived tonight. Four years ago, these were the sa elites and senior predecessors in dical treatnt. Each person had undoubtedly given their utmost effort, having exhausted all the hospital’s resources.
Four years ago, there was also a death case discussion where everyone said what needed to be said, and most people reached a consensus. The final record of the death case discussion was placed in the patient’s dical records as the definitive conclusion.
Now, suddenly taking out the dical records for discussion again? What is there to say?
Everyone felt perplexed.
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