What? What are you talking about? Who do you want to fool? Do you want to fool the leader? I am your leader. If I can’t see what you are doing, can I lead you as your leader?
Director Fang didn't need to say anything. A few very sharp eyes shot at Dr. Zhou's face, like an electric drill, drilling into Dr. Zhou's brain. The sweat on Dr. Zhou's forehead was dripping...
"Doctor Zhou." Director Fang tapped the document board again, urging the child to change his ways quickly like a mother.
Dr. Zhou turned around and started working, pumping out medicine and adding additional anesthetic to the patient.
After the medicine entered the catheter, the patient's moans gradually stopped.
The surgeons all breathed a sigh of relief and could finally continue the operation.
Only Dr. Zhou could not relax. Instead, he sweated more and more on his forehead, like a heavy rain.
This result just confirmed that he had done something terrible wrong just now.
"Dr. Zhou." Director Fang gave instructions to Dr. Zhou in a rude tone, "After the operation, come to my office. We need to have a good talk."
It is definitely not a good thing to talk to the leader.
Dr. Zhou hurried over to the leader and defended himself: "Director Fang, you were not here just now and you don't know the patient's condition."
"How is the patient?"
"She is older and her heart is not very good, so the dosage of some medicines must be controlled."
"Okay. Tell me, what did you just do? Did you add medicine to give her a heart attack?" Director Fang was holding back his anger when he asked him this question.
If you have the ability, do you dare to say that it is me, the leader, who forces you to add medicine to kill patients? Do you dare to say no, Dr. Zhou?
Dr. Zhou didn't dare to say anything, he was gasping for breath, and he regretted that he should have spoken harshly instead of giving the patient more medicine first.
When he saw what the other party was thinking, Director Fang was about to fly into a rage on the spot. His voice was almost trembling when he said the following words to the other party: "Dr. Zhou, what if it was your own mother lying on the operating table now?"
, how would you feel?!"
The leader couldn't believe that his hospital actually had such a doctor who didn't even have any sympathy for the patients. What kind of doctor could he be?
Director Fang's words were like thunder. Dr. Zhou's soul was awakened by the shock, his face turned pale, and his body suddenly shook a little.
Director Fang was very sad: "Dr. Zhou, you have forgotten what you are doing here, right? You have forgotten why you have been in this industry for more than 20 years, right?"
I have forgotten it, completely forgotten it. I only remember the cynicism and ridicule from those who mentioned anesthesia in society. Every day, I seem to be doing the same repetitive work, with little difference, until I forget what I am doing.
What happened.
When you reach a certain age, making academic breakthroughs is more difficult than making money.
"Okay, I will talk to Dean Xiao and your director of the anesthesiology department about your matter later." Director Fang said in a heavy tone, knowing very well the serious nature of this matter.
"Director Fang." Dr. Zhou panicked and wanted to plead for himself, "I'm not, I really don't want to -"
I was just numb for a moment, and other thoughts took over.
"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, Director Xiao, and your director who can save you." Director Fang said to him meaningfully,
I waved my hand and asked him to go back to work first.
