What? What did you say? Who are you trying to fool? Are you trying to fool your leader? I am your leader. If I cannot tell what you are doing, how can I be your leader and lead you?
Director Fang didn't need to say much. He shot several sharp eyes at Dr. Zhou's face, like an electric drill that was going to drill into Dr. Zhou's brain. Sweat broke out on Dr. Zhou's forehead.
"Doctor Zhou." Director Fang tapped the document board again, urging her child to mend his ways like a mother.
Dr. Zhou turned around and started working, drawing medicine and giving the patient additional anesthetic.
After the drug entered the catheter, the patient's groaning gradually stopped.
The surgeons all breathed a sigh of relief and were finally able to continue the operation.
Only Doctor Zhou could not relax. Instead, the sweat on his forehead kept pouring down like a rainstorm.
This result just confirmed that he had done something terribly wrong.
"Doctor Zhou." Director Fang gave instructions to Doctor Zhou in a blunt tone, "Come to my office after the operation. We need to have a good talk."
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It is definitely not a good thing for the leader to ask you for a talk.
Doctor Zhou hurried over to his leader and defended himself: "Director Fang, you were not here just now, so you don't know the patient's condition."
"What's the patient's condition?"
"She is older and her heart is not in good condition, so the dosage of some medicines must be controlled."
"Okay. Tell me, what did you do just now? Did you add medicine to cause her heart problems?" Director Fang was furious as he asked him this.
If you have the guts, would you dare to say that it was me, your leader, who forced you to give the patient more medicine and let him die? Do you dare to say no, Doctor Zhou?
Doctor Zhou didn't dare to say anything. He was panting heavily and regretted that he should have been stubborn instead of giving the patient more medicine.
When Director Fang saw what was in the other person's mind, he was furious and said the following words to the other person with a trembling voice: "Doctor Zhou, if the person lying on the operating table right now was your own mother, how would you feel?!"
The leader couldn't believe that their hospital had a doctor like this who had no sympathy for patients. What kind of doctor is he?
Director Fang's words were like a bolt from the blue. Doctor Zhou's soul was awakened. His face turned pale and his body shook a little.
Director Fang was very distressed and said, "Doctor Zhou, you have forgotten what you do here, right? You have forgotten why you have been working in this industry for more than 20 years, right?"
Yes, I forgot, I forgot everything. I only remember the people who ridiculed me every time anesthesia was mentioned. I seemed to be doing repetitive work every day, work that was not very different, until I forgot what I was doing.
When you reach a certain age, making academic breakthroughs is even more difficult than making money.
"Okay, I will discuss this matter with Dean Xiao and the director of your anesthesiology department later." Director Fang's tone was heavy, and he was well aware of the seriousness of the matter.
"Director Fang." Doctor Zhou panicked and tried to plead for himself, "I didn't, I really didn't mean to—"
I was just numb for a moment, and other thoughts took over my mind.
"Go back and do your job well. In your current position, if this patient cannot get off the operating table safely, it is not me, Dean Xiao and your director who can save you." Director Fang said to him meaningfully, waving his hand and letting him go back to work first.
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