I felt like cursing out loud just like Wei Guoyuan at this mont. Doctor Wang must have left in a hurry after hearing Guoxie’s decision to proceed with the surgery to avoid being implicated by the Guoxie mbers. Because even if Guoxie wanted to perform the surgery, these people were not neurosurgeons; they would definitely ask the neurosurgeons if they encountered problems midway. Doctor Wang figured he was scared. If he answered wrong and was held accountable for a life, and it happened to be a Guoxie life, it was better to leave, pretend he didn’t hear anything and avoid having such troubles befall him.
The problem is this person has left, and he was the only neurospecialist present; they’re all left with only these layn, what are they supposed to do? Should they have Xiao Yang figure it out by himself? Xiao Yang could only think internally of finding an excuse to slip away like that guy did.
He was just like Doctor Wang, a small resident doctor who couldn’t bear much. Since the neurosurgery director decided to wash his hands off, why should he, a general surgery resident, bear their burden?
Leave, leave, hopefully, Guoxie rushes to transport the patient away. Xiao Yang urged Xin Yanjun to keep a clear mind: "Doctor Xin, you’re a teacher, not a student. You have clinical experience, they don’t, they haven’t graduated and don’t understand. Make sure not to be influenced by what they say."
Interns bear no responsibility; all responsibility lies with the teaching doctor. If an operation error is made, it is solely Doctor Xin’s responsibility, and it has nothing to do with the students. Are you, Doctor Xin, from respiratory dicine, certain you can bear such a significant responsibility? Can you bear the life of a colleague?
Perhaps it’s very challenging, perhaps, people think she can’t take it on. Xin Yanjun, listening to multiple suggestions and seeing various reactions from those around her, had her own plan. Ultimately, this last part of Xiao Yang’s questioning of her professionalism made her make up her mind.
"Yes." Xin Yanjun firmly uttered this word.
Was she saying he was right? Xiao Yang was secretly pleased, seizing upon her affirmation to say, "I’ll continue to find a way, maybe an ambulance to help you transfer the patient to Guoxie."
"No!" Xin Yanjun rejected his suggestion, declaring on the spot, "What we need to do is perform a lateral ventricle puncture and drainage surgery here for the injured."
Wow! Xiao Yang was taken aback, sucking in a big breath at her 180-degree reversal.
Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong were greatly pleased: Teacher Xin did not disappoint them.
Xiao Yang questioned, "Doctor Xin, you—"
Why are you making such an unprofessional decision?
Unprofessional? No, she was professional. She was a teaching doctor, bringing along two students. Although she was just a respiratory doctor, as long as she was a doctor, regardless of the departnt, she must go all out without holding back when faced with a critically ill patient, fighting with all her might.
Retreat, run away? That would set a bad precedent for the students!
"Doctor Xiao, could you please provide us with surgical supplies, and we’ll handle the rescue ourselves." Xin Yanjun’s energy returned, decisively requesting on-site assistance from the dical staff.
"This—" Xiao Yang was already at a loss for words, feeling that the three Guoxie people had gone mad. This rescue couldn’t be called a rescue; it was gamble.
"Doctor Xiao, please don’t stop us from saving the patient," Xie Wanying solemnly requested of him.
Xiao Yang didn’t forget that this unrealistic decision on the spot was first proposed by her, leading to this predicant.
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