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Chapter 322: Chapter 159: It’s Not About Who’s Weaker Being Right, You’ve Taught a Lesson_2

“Dr. Zhou Can really knows his stuff!”

“Let’s all be quiet and listen to Dr. Zhou continue to share his diagnostic thoughts.”

Kuang Shenfeng turned his head and glared at these know-it-all colleagues.

The usual lot is full of such hindsight Zhuge Liangs, like pigs before the event.

When it cos to talking, everyone’s an expert.

But when it really cos down to it, there’s not a single reliable one.

“I ntioned earlier that a terminally ill patient, who has been bedridden for a long ti, might not be hoping for a dical miracle when they co to the hospital, but rather for a dical accident. This may sound dark, but such things can indeed happen. Take this critically ill patient, for instance, I think he might have been hoping for this dical accident to happen. So, Director Kuang shouldn’t be too optimistic.”

Dr. Zhou reiterated this point, and it resonated differently with everyone this ti.

Before the examination results ca out, everyone truly thought he was just spouting nonsense.

Now, hearing it again, Dr. Zhou’s words seed to carry weight and were taken to be well-founded.

Director Kuang’s brows furrowed, revealing a worried expression.

It wasn’t that he was cowardly or easily frightened, but that Dr. Zhou had shattered the false hope in his heart with facts.

“Looking at the treatnt options chosen for the patient in ICU, it’s like they’re scrimping and saving.”

Dr. Zhou pointed to one of the billing statents, which didn’t show any particularly expensive treatnt options. They spared every expense they could.

Only the most basic life-saving asures were chosen.

“This suggests that the patient’s family is likely already heavily in debt and very short on money. Moreover, even though the patient is in a comatose state, there’s a faint smile on his face that’s hard to detect. To be able to display a heartfelt smile of happiness while enduring great physical pain suggests that he’s finally gotten the dical accident he’s been waiting for, hence the relief on his face.”

Dr. Zhou’s analysis sent chills down Kuang Shenfeng’s spine.

He hadn’t expected a dying patient to be calculating to such an extent.

This lesson would likely be rembered for a lifeti by all the doctors present, as a lifelong caution.

Overall, it was a good thing.

They would undoubtedly be more careful and cautious in their work in the future.

It was as if indirectly urging them to maintain a proper work attitude.

“Saving the patient from death’s door would surely dash the patient’s hopes. Actually, even if he doesn’t die this ti, he won’t live much longer. Exchanging his limited remaining life for a sum of compensation to make his family’s life a little better. It’s a worthwhile trade.”

Dr. Zhou held off on announcing his diagnostic conclusion because he was truly considering whether or not saving the patient was the right thing to do.

Behind this patient, there was likely a family buried in debt.

Dr. Zhou was almost certain that the patient wanted to use his limited life left to obtain so compensation.

Cutting off one’s livelihood is akin to killing their parents.

“Dr. Zhou, you can’t just consider the patient’s interests! I’m in a bad spot too; a dical accident like this will basically ruin my future. I will have to pay a significant portion of the compensation, with the hospital covering so, but not all. I work hard to treat patients and serve them, yet I end up being manipulated by them—I’m even more pitiable than the patients.”

Director Kuang beca anxious.

Without Dr. Zhou’s help, who else could assist him?

Du Leng, who was good at paper talk? Or Director Wen, whose diagnostic level was average?

They were of no help.

Only Dr. Zhou could potentially change the outco.

“Dr. Zhou, I also think we can’t just side with the patient in this matter. It’s not always the weaker party who is right. First, help save the patient, and afterward, we’ll find a way to raise donations for him to alleviate the heavy financial burden on the patient’s family.”

The solution suggested by Director Wen was a win-win.

One had to admit, Director Wen’s level of thought was genuinely elevated.

“Okay, I’ll take your advice.”

Dr. Zhou held great respect for Director Wen and readily accepted his suggestion.

“But let’s make it clear in advance, Dr. Kuang, you’ll need to help with fundraising for the patient after he’s rescued.”

Dr. Zhou looked at Kuang Shenfeng.

Human nature is essentially good.

When we see the less fortunate, we can’t help but feel sympathy from the bottom of our hearts and want to help them as much as we can.

“No problem. That’s easy to handle. I have a high school classmate who’s a dia journalist. I’ll ask him to help write a promotional article, and that should bring in quite a bit of charity for the patient.”

Kuang Shenfeng agreed without much consideration.

He couldn’t afford to waste ti considering, the patient was waiting to be rescued.

The more ti dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was.

“Gasping, rapid breathing, along with lung infection, led to a diagnosis that focused only on the lungs while overlooking the heart. For this patient, I am seriously suspecting heart failure, and more likely right heart failure.”

Zhou Can pointed out the actual cause of illness.

As for the diagnostic approach, it is actually quite easy to consider heart failure as long as the thought process is not obscured by the lungs.

“Yes, how did we all overlook the heart? Heart failure can indeed cause symptoms like wheezing and rapid breathing,” Director Wen praised after hearing Zhou Can’s conclusion, clapping his hands in approval.

Diagnosing the cause of a disease is sotis like solving a riddle.

Once the answer is revealed, everyone feels it’s simple.

But when guessing, it’s a state of scratching one’s head and being completely puzzled.

“Confirming whether it is right heart failure is actually quite simple: perform an echocardiogram and check the pulmonary artery pressure to draw a conclusion. However, Dr. Kuang better be ntally prepared, this patient is likely to have cor pulmonale. As far as I know, the prognosis of this disease is often not good.”

Zhou Can said to Kuang Shenfeng.

Heart failure is a very difficult syndro to correct.

In ancient tis, doctors said that so conditions were resistant to dicine and stones, among which heart failure was one of those incurable diseases.

“Forget it, let’s send for an echocardiogram imdiately. Cor pulmonale isn’t easy to treat, but trying to save the patient’s life shouldn’t be difficult,” Kuang Shenfeng’s worried look lightened a lot after he learned the real cause.

Now, all that was left was waiting for the test results.

He had a feeling, Zhou Can’s words were likely to be correct again.

As expected, the test results ca out quickly. The patient’s pulmonary artery pressure was over 50 mmHg.

Luckily, the diagnosis was tily, and it had not yet reached 70 mmHg.

As long as treatnt was carried out promptly, the patient might be pulled back from the brink of death.

“Dr. Zhou has shown what true ability is, and has taught a good lesson. From now on, I will certainly curb my arrogance and impetuosity and always maintain a humble mindset, listening carefully to the diagnostic opinions of every doctor.”

The aning behind Kuang Shenfeng’s words was more or less the sa as publicly admitting his mistake to Zhou Can.

And pledging that he would and his ways.

“I also promised to help the patient raise charitable funds, a promise I will definitely keep. Dr. Zhou, thank you. Director Wen, as well as Dr. Zou and Doctor Tang, thank you all for extending a helping hand.”

Kuang Shenfeng was really scared today.

But now things have improved, the crisis was successfully averted.

He relaxed a lot.

“We are part of the sa departnt, no need to be formal. Hurry up and order the dication for the patient! Next ti you’re on duty in the ICU, be sure not to be negligent.”

Director Wen waved a hand, urging Kuang Shenfeng to go treat the patient quickly.

Otherwise, if the patient’s pulmonary artery pressure increased further, reaching over 70 mmHg, it would be extrely dangerous.

Before leaving with Du Leng, Kuang Shenfeng took a deep look at Zhou Can.

Their gazes t, Zhou Can’s gaze was indifferent, while Du Leng’s was sharp and aggressive.

Du Leng had lost the rescue battle miserably today.

Zhou Can had taught him what ‘hollow prestige’ really ans.

What’s the use of a high degree if one can’t treat patients? Spend all day writing papers?

But even for writing papers, it needs to be based on practical experience!

Papers without practical support are just pie in the sky.

“Our competition has just begun, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Du Leng said coldly to Zhou Can.

“Do I seem pleased? Dr. Du should change his perspective, always judging others by your own asure, that’s not good!”

Zhou Can shrugged, his smile clearly three parts smug, seven parts mocking.

“You… Humph! I will make you understand the irreplaceable gap in education, knowledge can decide everything.”

Du Leng usually spoke in public with a hypocritical deanor.

Now, flushed with annoyance, his true face was revealed.

Being surpassed by Zhou Can ti after ti really left a bitter taste.