Once the testing was concluded, Du Heng returned to the now-familiar atmosphere of being fild.
Although initially very unaccustod to it, after two days of adaptation, he had learned to ignore the cara's presence. As long as the caraman didn't get in his way, Du Heng could completely ignore him. However, during these two days, the caraman's filming skills hadn't improved at all.
But that was fine. There was just one thing Du Heng couldn't understand: why the young man insisted on filming him even during outpatient service. Nor did he have any idea what on earth the young man found to film while he was working in his office.
"Stop filming for now," Du Heng gestured for the young man to co over. "Show what you've fild and edited over the past few days."
The young man scratched his head awkwardly. "Dean, I haven't edited anything yet."
Du Heng was speechless. He'd been filming for three or four days, and still...
He sighed silently, then looked up at the young man and asked, "Let ask you, are you planning to make videos of treating patients, or are you trying to make a docuntary about ?"
The young man blinked, a puzzled expression on his face. "Director Zheng only said to get so footage for videos. He didn't ntion anything about a docuntary."
Du Heng exhaled. "Then why are you filming in the office? Do you think anyone would want to watch videos of soone working in an office?"
The young man shook his head again. "Probably not. I know I wouldn't."
Du Heng felt he had waited too long to ask, and a heavy feeling settled in his chest. "Since you wouldn't watch it yourself, why are you filming it?"
The young man replied matter-of-factly, "Director Zheng asked to."
Heartache. Utter heartache.
Du Heng had never imagined that this seemingly bright young man could be so... so... incredibly straightforward.
"When did you join the hospital?"
"Last year."
"What did you major in?"
"Japanese."
Ja... Japanese?
Du Heng's gaze faltered as he looked at the young man; he nearly choked holding back his exasperation.
This was a Maternal and Child Hospital! Never mind dical or nursing majors; if he'd studied managent, humanities, or even history, Du Heng felt he could accept that. But Japanese? What in the world for? Did he think this small hospital would see a massive influx of Japanese won seeking treatnt? Or that the hospital had exchange programs with Japanese hospitals requiring his translation services?
Du Heng tried his best to calm himself. In the less than two months since he had arrived at this hospital, his work had mostly involved clinical duties and communication with the managent team. Honestly, he hadn't really delved into personnel matters.
"Which school did you graduate from?"
"XX University of Electronic Science and Technology."
Du Heng's jaw twitched. "Why didn't you find a job related to your major instead of coming to work at a hospital? This doesn't align with your studies, does it?"
"My uncle asked to."
"Your uncle is?"
"Qiu Pingzhen."
"Ah..." Du Heng opened his mouth, then swallowed back whatever he was about to say. "Alright, that's all. Please ask Director Liu from the Obstetrics Departnt to co see ."
The young man said, "Okay," and turned to leave.
Watching the young man's retreating back, Du Heng couldn't help adding, "And another thing! From now on, just film during outpatient service. There's no need to film working in the office. And get the footage you've already shot edited quickly. I want to see how it looks."
The young man scratched his head again. "But I don't know how to edit."
Du Heng was speechless once more. He struggled for words for a mont before finally saying, "Go find your Director Zheng. Tell him I said I want to see the edited footage, as soon as possible."
"Alright."
The young man obediently agreed, then turned and left the office.
Watching the young man's retreating back, Du Heng felt deep down that Qiu Pingzhen had truly done a good deed for that young man's family.
That child is so painfully 'earnest'; if he were out in society, he'd be bullied relentlessly.
Du Heng took a mont to compose himself and then returned to his work. However, he had barely read a few lines of the docunt in his hand when the young man returned. "Dean, it looks like there's an issue with a pregnant woman in the Obstetrics Departnt. Director Liu can't co."
Du Heng stopped what he was doing, a shiver running down his spine. There had been an incident in the Obstetrics Departnt just recently. He desperately hoped nothing unacceptable would happen this ti, especially not an accident. If it did, he'd truly feel like stabbing soone.
"What happened?"
"I heard a woman in childbirth's fetal heart has stopped."
"When did it happen?" Du Heng shot up from his chair.
Fetal cardiac arrest ans the fetal heart has stopped beating, signifying that the fetus has died in the uterine cavity. Generally, once the fetal heart stops, it's impossible for it to start beating again.
The young man shook his head unequivocally. "I don't know. I didn't ask."
Du Heng gave the young man a long, hard look, then turned and hurried towards the Obstetrics Departnt without a backward glance.
The newly appointed Director Liu was both furious and exasperated. She wasn't angry about the departnt's skill level, nor was she upset by any lack of dedication from the dical staff. She was furious because she was dealing with a dim-witted family—the kind where the entire family seed to be just as clueless.
"Family mbers, let repeat: if the woman in childbirth goes past her due date, we can wait. We can also try various thods. However, the fetal heart rate is now below 110 beats per minute, and there has been only one fetal movent in the last two hours. This is extrely dangerous for a fetus so close to delivery. It can cause fetal death or intrauterine hypoxia. Do you understand the risks involved?"
Director Liu's face was practically blue with anger, but as the family mbers before her remained stubbornly silent, she could only fret helplessly.
Du Heng, who had just reached the doorway, silently breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't fetal cardiac arrest.
He knocked and entered. "Director Liu, what's the matter?"
Director Liu looked towards Du Heng as he entered, relief flickering in her eyes as if she'd found an outlet for her frustration. "Dean, you're here just in ti! Please, try to talk so sense into these family mbers. Even at this critical stage, they're insisting on waiting longer, still hoping for a natural delivery and refusing a cesarean section!"
"How long has the woman in childbirth been in this condition?"
"We discovered it during ward rounds this morning; that was three hours ago. As for before the rounds, we don't know. Neither the woman in childbirth nor her family inford the nurses of any issues."
The relief Du Heng had just felt vanished, and his heart lurched again.
He fixed the family mbers with a cold stare. "Do you understand the consequences of fetal hypoxia?"
When Director Liu had addressed him as 'Dean,' the family mbers were visibly taken aback. Du Heng's frigid expression and imposing aura seed to unnerve them, making them increasingly hesitant. Hearing Du Heng's question, they exchanged glances, but all remained silent and hesitant.
Du Heng's brow tightened. "The most severe outco of fetal hypoxia can be intrauterine fetal death. Even if the fetus doesn't die in the womb, prolonged oxygen deprivation can lead to nerve cell necrosis, resulting in cerebral palsy. It can also cause organic lesions, such as damage to the heart, liver, and lung function. Are these consequences you are prepared to bear?"
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