No wonder Dr. Cheng sent Zhou Can to check on patient Bed 31.
When pared to the vomiting of Bed 31, the situation of the patient in Bed 22 was more urgent and needed his personal intervention.
Jiang Xiaohua thought that following Dr. Cheng would involve easier and cleaner tasks.
Now, she had no choice but to frown and clean the white foam from the patient's mouth.
And the mucus flowing from the nostrils.
"Is this a symptom of epilepsy? It seems quite severe."
Zhou Can asked.
"The patient just had surgery not long ago and then experienced severe epilepsy," Jiang Xiaohua explained briefly.
As for Dr. Cheng, he directly ignored Zhou Can's question.
While examining the patient and making a prehensive diagnosis, he tried to e up with a treatment plan.
He struggled to e up with a treatment plan, clearly uncertain.
Just then, the violently convulsing patient suddenly became unconscious.
Dr. Cheng's face turned pale, and panic appeared in his eyes. After all, he was just a Resident Doctor.
Generally speaking, a Resident Doctor who is qualified to manage a patient independently usually has at least two years of work experience.
This work experience does not start from the first day of specialized training, but from the moment they obtain their medical license and successfully register in the hospital.
To bee an attending doctor, undergraduates need five years of experience as a Resident Doctor, and this is also counted from that moment.
So, strictly speaking, one bees a Resident Doctor after obtaining the license.
"Don't panic, the patient is likely to have fainted due to epilepsy and should wake up soon. However, we need to consult Director Wen or Director Wu on this matter," Dr. Cheng said, trying to be calm, but his hands trembled as he reached for his phone.
The patient is unconscious, how can one not panic?
It might be inconvenient to make a call in front of the family members.
Especially since this patient developed epilepsy after surgery, though the family hasn't said anything, their faces are already grim.
Just one wrong word could easily spark a medical dispute.
"You two stay here and watch, I'll report this situation to the senior doctors."
Having said that, Dr. Cheng walked away.
Zhou Can followed him.
"Dr. Cheng, the patient in Bed 31 is vomiting severely and also showing symptoms of neck stiffness and severe headache. I suspect the patient has a ruptured intracranial aneurysm."
Zhou Can had no choice but to report the situation.
Even though he knew Dr. Cheng was already overwhelmed, he still bit the bullet and explained the situation clearly.
It was his first day working in the neurosurgery department, and he was already encountering numerous dangerous situations.
Zhou Can truly realized the difficulties of working in neurosurgery.
Many seniors say, advising someone to work in the Emergency Department is like cursing them; advising someone to work in neurosurgery is both foolish and cruel.
No department is easy to manage.
Any doctor facing a plex case immediately feels immense pressure.
"Did you perform an angiography? The patient just vomited once, and you're here causing a fuss; how can you be so irresponsible?"
Dr. Cheng was obviously in a bad mood.
His temper had also flared up a lot.
After scolding Zhou Can, he didn't say how to handle it, leaving Zhou Can standing there, while he began to dial on his phone as he walked toward the office.
"Hello, Director Wen!"
Once the call connected, Dr. Cheng changed his demeanor pletely.
His shoulders even slumped.
"I need to report an issue. The patient who had vascular malformation surgery last night suddenly showed signs of epilepsy in the ward, and before I could deal with it, the patient fainted. What should we do?"
Dr. Cheng reported carefully.
Zhou Can stood still, hearing everything clearly.
As for what Director Wen said on the other end of the phone, he wasn't aware.
"Alright, alright!"
Dr. Cheng, as if having received an imperial decree, felt greatly relieved and kept agreeing.
Zhou Can thought Dr. Cheng would report the situation of Bed 31 as well, but whether he was afraid of being scolded or had other considerations, he didn't mention a word.
After hanging up, Dr. Cheng turned around and saw Zhou Can still standing there.
He directly instructed, "You there, immediately take the patient in Bed 22 for an EEG. Then tell the family that epilepsy after surgery is a mon occurrence. Start with some medication and see how the treatment goes. If it's not effective, then consider a second surgery."
When Zhou Can heard this, he was overwhelmed.
The patient had just had surgery and was facing plications; the family must be having a hard time accepting it.
Sending him, a novice, to explain to the family was like sending him to be a scapegoat.
Dr. Cheng was being too cunning.
"Dr. Cheng, I have a bad memory and I'm not good with words, afraid of mismunication. Maybe you should talk to the family yourself!"
Zhou Can was no fool; he would never agree to such a task.
Even if he had to clean up after the patient, he would find it more acceptable than possibly facing the wrath of the family. He'd rather be scolded by Dr. Cheng than take this task.
"What a fool, can't even handle such a small matter."
Dr. Cheng scolded him and had to go and explain to the family himself.
In reality, many departments in the hospital have senior doctors like Dr. Cheng, who are cunning.
It's not that they are irresponsible, but they leverage their extensive experience to assign potentially controversial tasks to junior doctors.
Then, after the junior doctors get scolded, they e out and offer a few words of fort.
Zhou Can had been taken advantage of by Dr. Fang like this during his internship.
After being burned twice, he refused to do such foolish things again.
Soon enough, there was indeed an argument between the family of Bed 22 and Dr. Cheng.
Jiang Xiaohua was so frightened that she kept her distance.
Zhou Can was even less likely to go over and play the good guy.
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