Chapter 659: [659] If she won’t do it, who will? Chapter 659: [659] If she won’t do it, who will? “Because I am a surgeon, and so is your Teacher Tan, we understand this matter best. The illness your classmate currently has is likely a surgical condition that may require an operation,” Tao Zhijie explained to her carefully to prevent any further misunderstandings. He was genuinely shocked at how persistent his junior sister was, delving deeply into even this kind of question.
The people around were just as curious: Why had this question suddenly co up?
It was rare for a dical student to directly ask a teacher this kind of question. Maybe they had these doubts, but they generally kept them to themselves to ponder. It wasn’t an academic issue. Even if soone did ask, they wouldn’t persist like Xie Wanying.
Why would such an outstanding student argue with a teacher over such a question? It was perplexing.
“In any case, don’t overthink it,” Tao Zhijie said, patting her shoulder with the palm of his hand, decisively concluding the matter beyond argunt.
Xie Wanying didn’t expect a teacher from Guoxie to have such a viewpoint, and her mind sank into contemplation.
Turning his head, Tao Zhijie noticed Song Xueling listening nearby.
Was the Beidu Talented Scholar just as curious about this issue?
After so thought, Tao Zhijie invited Song Xueling, “You’ve just graduated; talk to her a bit. Maybe she will understand better coming from you.”
Compared to a teacher discussing this non-academic issue, words spoken by a dical student might resonate more and be more readily accepted by other dical students.
Expecting Song Xueling to offer comfort? Mistaken. The Beidu Talented Scholar was a rather indifferent person, his dark brown eyes were like those of a cat quietly observing everything from the sidelines. The words he spoke reminded Zhao Zhaowei of the first ti he heard him speak: like a printer, objective to the point of cruelty.
Clearly, the others didn’t understand him well, which led to Tao Zhijie asking him to speak softly, but from his thin lips ca the blunt statent, “She definitely hasn’t seen a patient die on the operating table.”
“Xiao Song’s words—” The group of seniors didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Song Xueling’s remark. It was definitely not comforting, more like he was ready to cruelly shock the novice. A novice is still a novice, no matter how great their academic performance; they can’t understand that kind of feeling if they haven’t experienced it.
It was well known that Xie Wanying had definitely not seen soone die on the operating table, because it was too rare to witness.
The mortality rate in operating rooms is extrely low these days. A good hospital might see only a handful of patients pass away in surgery over an entire year. A top-tier, Grade III-A hospital like Guoxie was even less likely to have patients die on the operating table. Compared to the wards and ergency rooms where deaths are more common, the mortality rate in operating rooms is low enough to seem unbelievable.
There’s a reason for this, and it’s not just because surgical dicine has advanced; it’s actually due to stringent patient selection for surgery that plays a decisive role. This includes restricting which surgeons can operate on certain patients, just like the internal regulations Tao Zhijie just ntioned.
A patient’s death in the operating room can lead to dical disputes, which is scary enough. But what is feared more is the butterfly effect; it can’t be allowed for patients who could be saved by surgery to beco too scared to undergo operations, so the mortality rate must not be allowed to rise. Additionally, a patient’s death on the operating table can undermine a surgeon’s confidence. Imagine how devastating it would be for a surgeon to lose soone close to them during a procedure—it could destroy their life.
Xie Wanying felt a heavy weight on her heart: like her grandfather’s illness, which showed no surgical indications before the ergency that led to his death, no doctor would have perford surgery on him. She also knew that teachers wouldn’t undertake such operations. The risk of operating in an ergency situation was too great, and it was unlikely the patient could be saved. If she didn’t operate on her grandfather, who would?
The patient’s ultrasound examination printout was ready.
Looking at his grandson’s report, Zhao Huaming sighed deeply, “There’s an abscess.”
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