"I said it. I suggested that he be admitted to the Department of Surgery." Xie Wanying confessed that she was to blame. No matter what others thought, she would not let her teachers and classmates take the blame for her.
Her standing figure was like a rock that had not melted for thousands of years, and everyone's eyes, including those of her family members, were fixed on her, seemingly motionless.
Doctor Jiang's hand that was pulling her trembled unconsciously, and his heart felt warm and bitter. Everyone would be afraid of such a situation, but she, a girl, only wanted to avoid causing trouble for others. No wonder many teachers liked her as a student.
At the same time, Pan Shihua, who was standing at the door, shuddered, and suddenly woke up.
He was the one who said these words to the patient's family, so how could he let Xie be held responsible?
"Auntie." Pan Shihua called out, walked over steadily, and stood in front of Chen Chengran's mother. His voice was calm and firm. "You heard what Chengran said. It was all said by me, so you don't need to find someone else to be responsible. Find me. I will drain the pus from Chengran."
Another medical student came out and said he could take responsibility. Li Guoxin raised his glasses and looked down at Dr. Jiang: What happened tonight? All the students suddenly became like Cao Yong, instead of the cowards who would just follow their teacher on weekdays.
Doctor Jiang thought: Could it be that Xie’s illness could be transmitted to humans?
Pan didn't want to be held responsible, and wouldn't let her take responsibility. Xie Wanying immediately understood Pan's intention when she saw him step forward. In any case, to be honest, no matter who was responsible, what should be done now was - she turned around and said to Dr. Jiang: "Teacher, the patient needs to drain the pus. The only way to save his life is to quickly remove the dirt inside. This is the job of a surgeon."
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These words, spoken word for word by a student in front of all the teachers, were powerful and a bit harsh.
The whole audience booed silently.
Huang Zhilei sighed inwardly: Junior Sister speaks exactly like Senior Brother Cao.
Doctor Jiang sighed in his heart. The patient's condition was different from this morning. It had worsened. The plan discussed in the morning might not work. So it wasn't that they didn't want to save him, but that they couldn't.
After considering it for a while, Dr. Jiang whispered to her, "It's not that we won't do it, we just need to wait for the right time. This needs to be explained clearly to the family members."
Any surgery you can do.
The patient's heart function and other basic conditions were so poor that he could not be operated on immediately. Cao Yong did not see the patient's specific condition on the phone, but when he came, he had the same opinion. No doctor wants to send a patient to die.
Xie Wanying had to admit that the teacher was right on this point, and continued to insist on her morning opinion: "It's not a surgery, Teacher Jiang, it's to adjust the drainage tube."
Can she really make it? Can the patient make it in this condition? The high fever does not rule out the possibility of a ruptured abscess in the abdominal cavity. Doctor Jiang thought.
Here Li Guoxin asked Dr. Jiang: "Who is she?"
This female student spoke with a sense of shamelessness. She said that the drainage tube was not left by herself during the operation, and she didn't know the exact location, so how could she adjust the drainage tube again? The patient couldn't leave the ward and couldn't do any instrument examination. The instrument examination couldn't be done, and they, the doctors who hadn't performed the operation before, couldn't judge the situation inside the drainage tube.
Who is this person?
The superior had never seen Xie Wanying, so Dr. Jiang introduced her to Li Guoxin: "This person is the Xie that everyone is talking about—"
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