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He looked at the patient’s chest wound. The suturing was fine, but the healing was problematic.

Moreover, the necrosis was internal. If not dealt with imdiately, it wouldn’t be as simple as just cleaning the wound later.

After leaving the ICU, Zhou Can returned to the doctor’s office.

By this ti, Doctor Duan had almost finished talking with the three family mbers.

“Doctor Duan, can the surgery for the patient nad Yang Tie be arranged today?”

“Yes, yes, the family has signed the consent form for the surgery. We will imdiately adjust the surgery schedule to prioritize Yang Tie’s operation.”

Doctor Duan seed pleased to have resolved things with the family.

What he feared most was the family persisting relentlessly, insisting on investigating the doctor’s responsibility.

At that mont, the anesthesiologist also ca over to get the family’s signature.

The patient was quickly moved into the operating room.

In front of the family, Zhou Can was a subordinate to Doctor Duan and Dr. Zhao. Inside the operating room, Zhou Can was the lead surgeon.

Neither of them had any objections.

They both had witnessed Zhou Can’s surgical prowess.

After the anesthesiologist administered general anesthesia to the patient, Zhou Can asked the surgical nurse to help him put on sterile gloves and unapologetically took the lead surgeon’s position at the operating table.

He carefully cut the sutures on the patient’s chest wound to reopen it.

A faint stench of decay wafted out.

Upon opening the wound, Dr. Zhao and Doctor Duan felt ashad.

The sight of the necrotic pectoral flap tissue was shocking.

Zhou Can’s Wound Cleaning Skill was currently at a junior attending level, which was fully sufficient for cleaning the patient’s wound.

He removed all of the necrotic tissue.

His superior Separation Skill made Doctor Duan feel extrely embarrassed.

As a senior attending doctor, his Separation Skill was far inferior to Zhou Can’s. After Zhou Can finished cleaning the wound, he repaired and anastomosed one of the damaged blood vessels to ensure there were no issues, and only then did he begin to resuture the wound.

He once again displayed his excellent Suturing Skill.

Doctor Duan was almost stunned; this was Director Level suturing expertise! Incredible.

“Fortunately, the patient’s wound has not yet beco purulent, only showing inflammatory reactions. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to suture the wound.”

Taking up this challenge was a test for Zhou Can, as well as great training.

This surgery had to be done well; he couldn’t let down Dr. Xu’s reputation.

Six years ago, Dr. Xu lost to Director Hu Kan.

Now, as Dr. Xu’s successor, Zhou Can definitely needed to honor Dr. Xu’s na.

After cleaning and suturing the patient’s wound, Zhou Can did not make unilateral decisions regarding the subsequent dication.

Although he already had a basic plan in mind, he showed great humility and discussed it with Doctor Duan, which also allowed Doctor Duan so face.

Allowing soone else to save face definitely earned goodwill and respect.

After a series of treatnts, the patient’s fever subsided and symptoms of sepsis quickly diminished. Only staying in the ICU for one day, due to significant improvent in his condition and stable vital signs, he was eventually transferred back to the general ward.

Thus, the patient finally was out of danger.

Doctor Duan and Dr. Zhao finally ended their days of intense anxiety and unrest.

In the morning, Zhou Can went for rounds as usual.

Doctors Duan and Zhao followed closely behind.

“Dr. Zhou, please find a mont to check on the patient nad Yang Tie!”

That was sothing Doctor Duan hesitated to say.

After all, as a senior attending, asking a resident to check on the patient’s condition was sowhat embarrassing.

So, he had Dr. Zhao, who is one rank below him, relay the request.

“Alright!”

Zhou Can readily agreed.

The patient hadn’t been discharged yet, and he wasn’t the type to shirk his responsibilities.

Doctor Duan’s skills and experience were actually no less than his own; it was mainly the shock of the past few days that had severely undermined his confidence.

Zhou Can consistently demonstrated an advanced ability to anticipate crises. Coupled with a very successful cleaning surgery, the patient’s recovery under Zhou Can’s care also stabilized. These results piled up, ultimately forming a profound impression in Doctor Duan’s mind—Zhou Can was extrely reliable.

As long as Zhou Can was involved, he felt secure and at peace.

Zhou Can quickly approached bed number 6.

This man nad Yang Tie was moved from the ICU, and bed 19 had already been occupied by a new patient.

It so happened that the patient in bed number 6 was discharged that day, freeing up the bed, hence he was moved to bed number 6.

The hospital’s bed utilization followed this cycle of rotation.

The turnover of beds was fastest in the observation room of the Ergency Departnt.

Many patients there were transferred either the sa day or the day after.

Patients in Cardiothoracic Surgery usually underwent major surgeries, resulting in generally longer hospital stays and therefore tighter bed availability.

On the bed, the patient was sleeping soundly.

After several days of tornt, now after the second surgery, his body was rapidly recovering, naturally needing to recoup so of the lost sleep.

The patient’s parents must have also been exhausted over the past few days.

Seeing their son’s condition improve, they too had peace of mind to go ho and sleep.

The patient’s beautiful wife was leaning on the bed playing with her phone.

This ti she appeared to be browsing short videos, finally not searching on Baidu how to treat the disease or whether the doctor’s treatnt was appropriate.

“Dr. Zhao, Doctor Duan, good morning!”

The woman felt sowhat awkward when she saw Zhou Can.

She selectively ignored him, and uniquely did not greet Zhou Can.

“How is the patient doing?”

Zhou Can wasn’t about to hold a grudge against her, a woman, as he approached the bed to check on the patient’s wound healing.