These details, even if the previous doctors had done it, would not have led to today's terrible consequences. Gang Liu's father almost died, and the ECG monitor had to be stopped before he died. Telling it is equivalent to the doctor's disregard.
Human life?
"The medical record only has the admission record, but what about the subsequent condition records? There is no blood pressure and heart rate record? There is no another electrocardiogram? From the time of admission to now, the patient has been left unattended for more than three hours? Then why let him go to the rescue?
Staying in the room?" The more Zhu Huicang looked at it, the more he couldn't believe his eyes. He grabbed Dr. Lin's face and looked at him: Hey, man, what are you doing in the cardiology department?
Dr. Lin's complexion turned white and white, and his lips trembled: He was led into a pit by someone!
"What you said is absolutely correct." Dr. Lin is a straight man, and he admits that mistakes are mistakes.
"But you didn't do anything?" Zhu Huicang asked.
"It's not me, I've said it so many times, it's Zhang Xiaohui!" Dr. Lin now wants to beat someone up.
"Who is Zhang Xiaohui?" Zhu Huicang seemed to have never remembered such a person in his mind.
"She is a graduate student in our department. She was called by the department in the afternoon to come and join my class." Dr. Lin answered.
"She's just a graduate student in your department, and you trust her so much?" Zhu Huicang adjusted his glasses and continued to question.
"Is he a graduate student of our director? He said he will stay in our department in the future." Dr. Lin told the truth. If Zhang Xiaohui was not a graduate student recommended by the director, he would not fully trust her. But now he feels that someone is not behaving like this.
It’s at the level of a graduate student in my own department.
"It's understandable if other hospitals missed the diagnosis. The problem is, your department should have been trained. This kind of patient will definitely need another electrocardiogram. It's impossible to have no movement for several hours and ask you to remove the monitor." Dr. Jiang said.
Those who listened nearby also thought it was incredible. He had been in the cardiology department of the National Association of China, and he knew the procedures for training doctors.
Even if he is not a cardiologist, it is absolutely impossible for him to handle a patient like Father Liu in this way.
"Are you asking for the monitor to be withdrawn?" Zhu Huicang was even more surprised by Dr. Jiang's final message, "Why withdraw it?! Reason?"
All Dr. Lin can think about is hammering someone—
"Yes, something happened during the evacuation. Fortunately, Huang Zhilei's junior sister was there and performed cardiac compressions on the patient immediately and brought him back." Dr. Jiang told the facts on behalf of Dr. Lin.
Huang Zhilei was beaming with joy. It was different to have a powerful junior sister. Even he himself had a halo.
Xie Wanying. Zhu Huicang couldn't help but feel a cry in his heart when he remembered this name. In addition to the scene of her meeting with Cao Yong more than three years ago, he also remembered the scene of her saving the old man.
Has this seemingly talented female medical student grown further?
Zhu Huicang glanced at his old classmate with questioning eyes: Why don't you seem to have mentioned her on weekdays?
Hey, there is really a good student with such talent, it is very important to report to old classmates first.
Ren Chongda doesn't care. You, Zhu Huicang, obviously noticed it more than three years ago and then forgot about it. It's your own business. Some people didn't forget it anyway.
Moreover, good seeds need to be refrigerated, and students cannot be allowed to learn that they are easily self-satisfied, proud, and unwilling to make progress. Even if Xie Wanying seems to be very humble, as a counselor, she needs to protect top students.
In fact, the group has been full of news in the past few days, but Zhu Huicang probably didn't know about it since he wasn't on QQ.
