Seeing this, the others followed him to the ward.
Zhao Huaming left in a hurry, thinking that his grandson was a fool, thinking that surgery was easy and that he could have surgery whenever he wanted. Did he think that he, as a grandfather, didn't love his grandson? When he arrived at the ward, he pushed the door open and found his grandson washing and peeling apples by himself: What?!
"Grandpa, do you want an apple?" Zhao Zhaowei picked up an apple and asked his grandfather in a calm tone, as he had expected his grandfather to come.
"Explain it to me clearly." Zhao Huaming's hand continued to tremble as he pointed at his grandson's head.
"Do you mean laparoscopic choledochoscopy? I personally agree with it." Zhao Zhaowei answered promptly and straightforwardly.
"Do you think laparoscopy is not surgery?" Zhao Huaming yelled.
"The incision is very small. Grandpa, don't think I don't know anything. After all, I have been interning in the Second Department of General Surgery for almost three months. They do laparoscopy every day there. How could I not understand?"
The grandfather and grandson yelled at each other.
This time, there was no one around to stop us.
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“It can be done with laparoscopy.”
"I still need surgery even if the laparoscope is inside. I might as well do a laparoscopy to check it more carefully, rather than having another surgery later."
"Your illness is not that serious." Zhao Huaming touched his forehead.
"You don't have to fool me. If you want to comfort yourself, don't come to me!"
Zhao Huaming's face was filled with shock: Why was he comforting himself?
"You're not trying to comfort yourself, are you?" Zhao Zhaowei bluntly poked at the grandfather's fear, "I didn't understand why doctors couldn't treat their own relatives before. Now I understand after seeing your reaction. You're an old professor, you've treated so many patients like me, don't you feel a sense of crisis after reading my report?"
"I have--"
"Did you ask me to put it off?! I'm so young and I have so many abscesses on my liver. I've been taking antibiotics but my jaundice hasn't subsided. Do you still want me to put it off? If this treatment doesn't cure it, I'll have to go to the hospital every day in the future, and I'll die sooner or later. Let me ask you, are you a surgeon? I'm not afraid of surgery, but you're afraid of holding a scalpel?"
Zhao Huaming retreated repeatedly after being questioned by his grandson. Perhaps, as Xie Wanying said, he did not understand his grandson.
"Weren't you afraid of hospitalization before? Are you not afraid of surgery now?"
"I'm not afraid of being hospitalized. I'm afraid of chaos." Zhao Zhaowei pouted and sat down. "I'm a medical student and don't want to be manipulated by others. You insisted on me being hospitalized. I listened to you. Ask yourself whether you have treated me well instead of delaying me?"
Everyone understood that Xie Wanying was right. All the students in her class were gifted people, people who were qualified and capable to be proud.
"I have more experience than you--" Zhao Huaming continued to try to persuade his grandson.
Zhao Zhaowei questioned his grandfather again: "How long do you want me to wait? When do you want me to wait? Shouldn't you go back and look up the information and use the same past case data as mine to convince me, instead of just saying that you are an old professor and you know everything. If you knew everything, you would have cured all the patients. If you want to treat your grandson well, please go back and look up the information first."
He was wrong. His grandson was no longer a little kid following him. He was a doctor who could discuss matters with him on an equal footing. After being shocked, Zhao Huaming scratched the back of his head and said, "I'll go back and look for information."
The others automatically made way for him. Zhao Huaming walked out, and after a few steps he turned back and pointed in the direction of Xie Wanying: "You are right, we should respect him."
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