My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 568: 244: The Miserable Patient, Bian Que's Third Vi

Chapter 568: Chapter 244: The Miserable Patient, Bian Que’s Third Visit to Cai Henggong

The nurses in Neurosurgery really aren’t easy to talk to; Zhou Can had experienced their training there and knew their ways too well.

As for the doctors in Neurosurgery, each one of them carries an air of arrogance, as if they are above everyone else.

Every one of them is a ‘Long Aotian’ level character.

Plus, Neurosurgery is extrely busy. It wouldn’t be a big issue to just ask a resident or attending doctor to co for a combined consultation, but this surgery requires at least a deputy director level Neurosurgeon, which is a bit more challenging.

It’s definitely possible to make the request.

But they could delay with an attitude for two or three days and no one could fault them for it.

After all, the patient in need of treatnt has a chronic disease; delaying the surgery for a day or two is completely reasonable.

Only the ergency departnt has the privilege to call for a specialist director’s consultation at any ti.

Even then, the ergency dical staff often face difficulties when making requests.

“So nurses are just like that in terms of quality, please calm down,” Zhou Can, realizing his slip of the tongue, quickly comforted Director Shang.

“The focus of the disease has already been identified, but just because it’s difficult to coordinate with a chief physician in Neurosurgery, the patient’s treatnt ti is unnecessarily delayed. What is all this about!”

Director Shang was still visibly upset.

“Tomorrow I must talk to Director Wu from Neurosurgery myself; the nurse answering the phone was too infuriating. After all, I am also the Head of Digestive Internal dicine and a director-level physician here, and they showed no basic respect.”

Reaching a director-level physician status, even the least influential Level 3 director-level physician, holds a quite high position in the hospital.

The importance of Digestive Internal dicine is definitely not as high as that of Neurosurgery.

However, Director Shang, after all, has a status similar to a local feudal lord; if he really quarrels with that nurse, the nurse is not likely to end up well.

In such disputes, the hospital would one hundred percent take Director Shang’s side.

Zhou Can didn’t say anything more.

After work, he went to the cafeteria for dinner, also brought als to the stomach cancer patient in Bed 71, then returned to the apartnt to practice his dical skills and read books, which goes without saying.

After joining Internal dicine, the pressure was even greater than when he was in Surgery.

As he earned initial trust from Director Shang, who let him take charge of the patients, not only was he responsible for writing admission orders, but he also managed the inpatient orders throughout their hospital stays. It can really be said that Director Shang is quite trusting.

Looking at this trend, it seems that the post-operative orders for the patients will also be handed over to Zhou Can.

This is almost like independent managent of patient beds with most authorities delegated.

Many more cautious ntors only allow their residents to write case histories, progress notes, manage discharges, hold pre-surgery discussions, etc. They often have residents accompany patients for examinations, fetch dications, help patients collect report forms, and take them to the dical Departnt for signatures and so on.

Even so over-demanding director-level physicians ask residents to make tea for them, mop the floor, or buy als.

ntors with a robust approach to training might at most verbally prescribe and then ask the student to write up lab orders and such.

From the first day Zhou Can took charge of a patient, Director Shang did not intervene.

He need not ntion the admission orders; post-admissible dications and others were all managed solely by Zhou Can.

It should be noted that Zhou Can’s previous training departnts, except the Intensive Care dicine Departnt, were all surgical.

He only had a few days of experience in prescribing independently in his last month at General Surgery.

Before that, whether it was director-level or attending physicians, although they greatly trusted him and knew well of his abilities, they never let him prescribe alone due to him not having a dical Practitioner Certificate.

One reason was that it wasn’t procedurally compliant; another was the concern for potential issues.

If there was any problem with his prescriptions and it affected the patients, the responsibility would be huge.

Therefore, the pressure was imnse for Zhou Can as he started his rotation in Digestive Internal dicine having to handle prescriptions and full authority on his own right upon entering the departnt.

He also felt a deep lack of pharmacological knowledge, spending as much ti as possible reading books after returning to the apartnt each evening.

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The next day at work, the first thing Zhou Can did was to check on the four patients he was responsible for.

As he entered the ward, he saw an elderly woman with grey hair by bed 77.

She appeared to be around fifty years old.

The crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes were deep, nasolabial folds very pronounced, and wrinkles were also visible on her forehead.

People naturally cannot resist aging as they grow older.

The appearance of wrinkles is the most observable phenonon of aging.

Regarding hair turning white, modern-day living pressures are high, and many people’s hair turns white at a young age. This can no longer be used to judge a person’s age.

The female patient on the bed seed to have been crying; her eyes were still wet.

Yet, the expression on her face was one of sheer happiness.

If he wasn’t wrong, this patient’s mother had finally arrived from out of town.

“Dr. Zhou, good morning!”

The female patient greeted Zhou Can with a smile.

You could distinctly feel that she had beco much more cheerful. In her eyes, on her face, there shone a kind of positivity and hope for the future that he hadn’t seen before.

“Good morning! This must be your mother, right?”

Zhou Can asked with a smile.

“Yes, my mom arrived at the hospital last night at eleven.”

When she looked at the elderly woman, her eyes filled with affection and a trace of undisguisable regret.

In this world, only parents unconditionally love their children.

Parents are truly like saints.

No matter how tough things are for their child outside, no matter their flaws or how rebellious, they love their children unconditionally in their hearts.

“Auntie, hello! It must have been tough traveling from far, right?”