The Doctor Zhou in front of him convinced himself that he was just soone who did what he was paid for, forgetting the deadly nature of dicine compared to other industries. Unknowingly transford from an angel to a demon, he had probably long forgotten his original intention of studying dicine.
What to do?
The patient groaned continuously, and the surgical doctor hesitated to pick up the knife. A surgeon is not a butcher.
In every profession, there are good people and bad people. It isn’t one’s job that divides them. Only rules and regulations can restrain a person’s behavior. But for these to be effective, they rely on people.
She missed Senior Cao, Xie Wanying thought.
If Senior Cao were here, he would undoubtedly have called the hospital leaders to let them know what was going on.
Why didn’t Teacher Du dare to do the sa?
Because Senior Cao was a rare type among doctors, one in a million. There was a reason why many people idolized him. The courage to speak out is not sothing everyone possesses.
Teacher Du was from Guoxie, working at Beidou Third Hospital, surrounded by people from Beidu. Would soone from Guoxie make trouble in Beidu’s headquarters? Just by putting himself in Teacher Du’s shoes, it was clear why he didn’t dare to casually report to the leaders.
He had to first kindly persuade them in the operating room.
Would such persuasion work? At least for today, it seed ineffective. Doctor Zhou was determined to go against the Chief Surgeon. Why? Perhaps because he had heard what your son said earlier.
Your son was gossiping about the red envelope issue, wasn’t he? Wasn’t that a move to show Doctor Zhou who’s boss? How could a senior anesthesiologist tolerate being gossiped about by a dical intern?
No wonder Du Haiwei repeatedly emphasized to his son the importance of being well-behaved while learning in the clinic. But being young, his son couldn’t understand the complexities of human interaction, and said too much in his mont of pride.
The worst part was, Du ngen stood in the corner whispering endlessly with his classmate Zhang Shuping, completely unaware that he was adding fuel to the fire.
Doctor Zhou’s expression was extrely icy.
Du Haiwei couldn’t scold his son; his son hadn’t said anything wrong about that guy. If he told his son to shut it, it would set a bad example for him. His son was to be a doctor in the future and should not stray from the right values.
Things had reached a deadlock.
The scalpel wouldn’t go down, and the surgery progress was slow to the point of being at a standstill.
The patient’s constant groans pounded on everyone’s eardrums and hearts, except for Doctor Zhou, whose doctor’s heart was lost entirely, who knows where.
Doctor Zuoliang, as the First Assistant, kept gasping in worry, fearing that if Teacher Du really lost his temper and flipped the table later, the consequences would be unimaginable.
If their surgical team ended up in a shouting match with an anesthesiologist in the operating room, they couldn’t just assu they were justified. Departnts tend to be divisive in such disputes. Other anesthesiologists would rally behind their colleague without distinguishing right from wrong and claim that no matter what, the surgical team should respect anesthesiologists and not speak ill during surgery. That being the case, the anesthesia departnt would certainly not treat this surgical team well in the future.
Being scolded a few tis by anesthesia might not matter to them, but they needed to consider the patient. The fear was that the ultimate outco of this chain reaction would be innocent patients suffering due to Teacher Du’s missteps. This was why Du Haiwei had to endure it quietly.
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