My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points-Chapter 71 - 65: To Vanquish Him, First Drive Him Mad
Zhou Can hesitated.
This patient definitely had an issue, but the specifics of the problem had not yet been identified.
According to surgical safety regulations, surgery should be postponed when encountering a problematic patient.
But how should he discuss this with the two senior doctors?
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"What's the matter? Do you disdain my lower title? Is Dr. Fu the only one who can give you orders?"
Seeing him not respond promptly, Dr. Lu became somewhat displeased.
"There seems to be something unusual about this patient's condition. I suggest Dr. Lu postpone the surgery."
Zhou Can earnestly advised.
Even a routine, minor surgery could still potentially conceal unseen risks.
He was very aware that Dr. Lu already harbored a grudge.
Advising Dr. Lu to postpone surgery at this time would likely not be agreed upon easily.
All he could hope for was that Dr. Fu would trust him this once.
"What do you mean?"
Dr. Lu glared at him with a displeased expression.
Petty people not only harbor darkness within themselves but often also like to judge others by their own low standards.
Assuming others to be as despicable and shameless as themselves.
He took for granted that Zhou Can was obstructing his surgery out of jealousy that he had snatched the opportunity to practice surgery from him twice in a row.
Dr. Fu's gaze also turned towards Zhou Can.
"Uh... I can't quite put my finger on it, I just sense that there might be something unusual about the patient based on medical intuition," Zhou Can said helplessly.
His clinical experience was still not rich enough.
Although he could sense something was wrong with the patient, he couldn't pinpoint the exact reason.
It felt as though he had plainly seen a thief entering that house but couldn't find where the thief was hidden.
Let alone know what the thief intended to steal.
If Dr. Xu was here, perhaps she would have spotted the problem immediately.
"Not sure? Do you know where you are? This is an operating room! An operating room, understand?" Dr. Lu, influenced by his preconceptions, thought that Zhou Can was simply making a fuss over nothing, deliberately obstructing his surgery.
In order to seize the surgical opportunity himself, or to create an embarrassing situation for him.
His tone was now quite unfriendly.
It was just short of pointing at Zhou Can's nose and cursing him.
"Dr. Fu, I think Zhou Can is purely jealous that I took his chance to practice surgery, and that's why he is causing trouble for no reason. Such behavior is not only immature but can also cause a negative impact, and it should be firmly stopped."
Dr. Lu impliedly looked over at the patient.
Think about it.
The patient was currently conscious, what would they think if the doctors were saying such irresponsible things here?
"Xiao Zhou, as a newcomer, you should watch more, learn more, think more, and be cautious in your speech and actions. Let's put an end to this matter; there will be no next time."
Dr. Fu's tone and expression had already become very serious.
It was almost a severe warning.
If Zhou Can dared to make any more alarmist talk, disturbing the normal order of the operating room, Dr. Fu would have no mercy in sending him away.
He might even go so far as to complain to Dr. Xu or Director Lou.
"Alright! I will definitely pay attention in the future."
At this point, Zhou Can had to sincerely acknowledge his mistake, otherwise, the next time he wanted to assist in surgery with Dr. Fu, there was a high likelihood of being rejected.
Dr. Lu successfully put him in his place, the corner of his mouth lifting in a hint of smugness.
A newbie dared to compete with him, an old colleague, for this and that, it was simply ignorant.
Without teaching the newbie a lesson, he might not recognize who his own parents were.
"Xiao Zhou, you must eat your rice one bite at a time. You've only been here two days, and I've been working for nearly eight years. Don't think that with a little talent, you can just surpass anyone. Get back to work!"
After giving him a couple pieces of advice, Dr. Lu stopped there.
They had to focus on getting the surgery done.
Zhou Can cautiously cut open the patient's jeans, and the wound was clearly exposed.
It was a rather regular, long, linear wound surrounded by blood.
But the wound wasn't bleeding heavily.
It was just slowly oozing blood.
He was startled—the color of the blood remained bright red. According to medical logic, blood should quickly coagulate and turn dark red after flowing out of the body.
"Xiao Zhou, what are you thinking about? Hurry up!"
Dr. Lu called out to urge him.
Senior doctors have that authority.
After being scolded, the newcomer had no choice but to listen obediently and follow the recommendations of the senior doctor.
Zhou Can didn't want to think too much anymore. He cut the blood-soaked jeans all the way to the end of the leg, then threw it into the trash can.
Liu Xia was about to clean the patient's surgical site.
Dr. Lu stopped them.
"Let Xiao Zhou do it! Newcomers should start from the smallest tasks to train; otherwise, they can easily become overambitious."
Liu Xia cast a sympathetic glance at Zhou Can.
She was an experienced nurse with rich social experience.
She had already sensed Dr. Lu's various attitudes towards Zhou Can, seeming to have quite an opinion on the newcomer.
It's normal procedure for older comrades to teach the new ones and to show newcomers a little tough love to keep them in line.
So, she just stood by silently with the tray in hand.
Zhou Can took the forceps, gripped the sterilized cotton, and began cleaning the blood around the patient's wound.
"Ow... it hurts, it hurts..."
The patient cried out in pain as the disinfectant seeped into the wound.
"Be careful when disinfecting. First, clean around the wound; after I administer the anesthesia, then clean the blood above it."
Dr. Lu chided him.
Soon, the cleaning was done.
Dr. Lu injected the patient with anesthetic.
The wound was 8cm above the knee on the inner thigh.
The high-speed grinding wheel had shattered suddenly, its force not much less than that of a bullet.
It was quite fortunate for the patient to have only been wounded in the leg.
Had it hit the head, eyes, or heart, the consequences would have been much graver.
For such a superficial wound, local anesthesia should suffice.
"Do you still feel pain?" Dr. Lu pressed around the wound to test.
"No more pain. Please start the surgery soon!" The patient seemed to trust Dr. Lu's medical skill—after all, a doctor with eight years of work experience.
That's why sometimes doctors need to know how to market themselves.
"Doctor, will my leg have any issues in the future?"
"Based on the X-rays taken, the situation seems relatively good. Whether there will be any issues, we can only know after we remove the foreign object and the wound has healed."
Dr. Lu answered flawlessly.
This point was something worth learning for newcomers like Zhou Can.
When answering patients' questions, it's better to be conservative. Never use definite terms.
Definitely, absolutely, completely... Experienced senior doctors never use these definitive words to reply to patients.
Instead, they use words with high flexibility.
Perhaps, maybe, generally speaking, probably...
"All right, we'll operate to remove the foreign object now. Based on my eight years of surgical experience, if the wound is not complicated and the foreign object is relatively flat, the surgery shouldn't take too long."
Dr. Lu referred to his eight years of experience once again.
That probably meant three years of standardized training plus five years as a resident doctor.
In fact, this is the standard process for all bachelor's degree holding resident doctors. Those who perform well get promoted to chief level after five years; those who don't might not reach that level even after ten years.
Especially in a provincial key third-tier hospital like Tu Ya's.
Everyone there is elite, and with each promotion, the competition increases exponentially.
There are not just one or two people nearing forty who are still serving as resident doctors.
Under the normal promotion process, after completing three years as a resident doctor, if their performance is outstanding, they could compete for a further study opportunity. After returning from training, work another year as a resident head, and then, if everything goes smoothly, meet the department's criteria for years of service, pass the examination, they could be smoothly promoted to chief level.
Getting promoted to chief is not too hard, but getting a senior title is where it's truly difficult.
Many have been stopped dead in their tracks by this challenge.
Dr. Fu is a prime example. Over 45 years old and still far from having a senior title. There's a very high chance that he'll retire still just a chief.
"Xiao Zhou, don't just stand there; hold up the X-ray for me to keep track of the foreign object's depth and position."
Dr. Lu loved to order around the junior doctors like servants.
Just yesterday, Jin Mingxi had the misfortune of being bossed around by Dr. Lu for nearly a whole morning.
Now it was Zhou Can's turn for bad luck.
However, Zhou Can was different from Jin Mingxi. With Zhou Can's capabilities, he would sooner or later earn Dr. Fu's appreciation and trust. At that point, Dr. Lu's days of throwing his weight around would be over.
If it were Dr. Xu here, would he dare to order Zhou Can around like this?
Suppressing his anger, Zhou Can held up the X-ray for Dr. Lu to consult at any time.
"Hold it higher, against the light! You can't even hold up an X-ray properly, so stupid!"
Dr. Lu scolded.
It wasn't enough to give Zhou Can just a warning blow; he had to add a few more.
Zhou Can obediently did as instructed.
To doom him, one must first let him be arrogant.
Let Dr. Lu be arrogant for a while longer.
There's absolutely something wrong with this patient; not to mention a charlatan like Dr. Lu who's all talk but no skill doing the surgery.
Even if Dr. Fu personally conducted it, there could be a setback.
