In the early morning, the first thing doctors do when they go to work is to do ward rounds.
For patients, being hospitalized is not like staying in a hotel.
Although the nurse will ask the ward to keep quiet, with so many people living there, it is inevitable that they will affect each other. In addition, the body is in a special condition, which is no different from suffering in hell.
The only expectation for those patients after surgery is to see the surgeon in the morning.
Although I already know when I will be discharged from the hospital, I still hope to get the news from the doctor that I can be discharged early.
In the hospital, the surgeon is the patient's guardian.
Doctors must have this awareness.
No matter what background the other person has or how old they are, they are all vulnerable at this time and need timely care from the surgeon.
The rule of ward rounds is to make doctors always aware that patients come first.
The doctor has to make rounds every day, and the department director has to make rounds at least once a week.
The director's ward rounds are not only a restraint on the doctors below, but also an important channel for understanding the status of the team.
After Zhao Yuan took office, he conducted ward rounds every two days, which made the doctors below him tremble.
However, there is good news for those patients.
"Why do you see doctors so often these days? Could it be that some leaders came to Tianhua to inspect the work?" Patients and their families whispered about the changes in neurosurgery.
"The Department of Neurosurgery has a new director. The new director is very responsible. He entered the ward just five minutes away from the mountain. Naturally, the doctors below did not dare to delay." There was a patient whose relative worked in Tianhua, so there were more gossips.
"Who is the new director? No wonder I rarely see Director Shan recently. Director Shan's level is so high and his reputation is so famous. Could it be that he has been promoted?"
"Director Shan has reached his age and has taken a back seat. The new director is a young man named Zhao Yuan. Although he is young, his skills are extremely high. It is said that he can do all the surgeries that Mayo and Nan Xie cannot do."
"I remember, is he the tall doctor? He always walks at the front of the team. He looks very young."
"It is said that you are less than thirty years old! You will become the director of the department at this age, and your future is limitless."
While several people were talking, Zhao Yuan walked into the ward and checked one after another.
Whenever he meets his own patient, the attending doctor will be particularly nervous.
After getting along with each other for a few days, everyone saw how powerful Zhao Yuan was.
This guy's ability to find fault is really strong.
To be exaggerated, he will point it out if there are too many stitches or threads in the suture, and tell you mercilessly what consequences this error will have on the patient after surgery.
It seems to be nit-picking, but it hits the mark every time. It feels like a lump in the throat, but you have to admire it.
Everything went well, Zhao Yuan arrived at bed No. 08.
Zhao Yuan stayed a little long. After examining the patient, he shined a flashlight into the patient's eyes.
"Do you feel anything unusual?"
The patient was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He shook his head and said, "I don't feel much, I just feel that the room is a bit dark."
Zhao Yuan remained calm and whispered to the patient, "Take a good rest."
After seeing all the other patients, Zhao Yuan brought everyone to the conference room.
He looked around, "Who performed the surgery on the patient in bed 08?"
In fact, Zhao Yuan knew who it was, but he had to ask the other party to jump out.
A doctor slowly raised his hand and said, "Director, that is my patient."
The doctor's name is Huang Wei. He is thirty-six years old and has good skills. He is one of the few deputy chief surgeons who can perform level 4 neurosurgery.
Huang Wei looked at Zhao Yuan indifferently.
He knew that Zhao Yuan wanted to find fault.
But he's not afraid to pick!
Except for those directors of Tianhua Neurosurgery, no one can do better surgery than me!
Zhao Yuan's face became serious, "The patient's visual nervous system has been damaged. If an interventional surgery is required, whether it can be effective depends on the situation. You need to explain the situation to the patient and his family."
Huang Wei's expression changed slightly, "That patient's surgery has been very successful. He is old and his eyesight is not good to begin with. Isn't that necessary?"
Zhao Yuan glanced at him indifferently, "If the patient's problem is caused by personal reasons, of course you don't need to worry about it. But his condition is obviously caused by a surgical error. If I guessed correctly, you should have received two supplements during the operation.
Down."
Huang Wei recalled the operation process that day.
At that time, he felt that the operation was almost completed.
Suddenly he felt that there seemed to be a tumor in a place that had not been cleaned, so he patched it up twice.
Unexpectedly, this detail was discovered by Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan did not know everything, but made inferences by studying the patient's condition before surgery and supervising during surgery.
Zhao Yuan entered the operating room halfway that day and watched Huang Wei perform the operation for a while before leaving after confirming that everything was correct.
The only explanation is that Huang Wei made a fatal mistake after he left.
Zhao Yuan sighed, "You don't need to explain too much. Explain the situation to the patient first, and then put the resignation letter on my desk."
Huang Wei was stunned!
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuan would make such a decision.
"Director Zhao, Xiao Huang usually has a very serious attitude towards work. Why don't you give him a chance?" Gong Boyuan persuaded softly from the side.
Zhao Yuan glanced at Gong Boyuan indifferently, "He made one mistake and made a person lose his sight. Neurosurgery does not allow such people to exist. This is a decision, not a discussion."
After speaking, Zhao Yuan left the conference room.
Huang Wei sat in his seat with his mouth wide open.
He didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Got clicked yourself?
He is one of the few people in neurosurgery who can fight hard and has potential!
Did Zhao Yuan just open it?
Huang Wei was not convinced.
But there was nothing he could do.
In the hospital system, the department director is a very powerful position and has the power to appoint and remove personnel.
"Director Gong, you have to say a few words for me!" Huang Wei's eyes were filled with pleading.
Gong Boyuan shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry, I really can't help you."
Huang Wei is also an unlucky guy.
Just hit the muzzle of the gun.
Not long after Zhao Yuan took office, he was worried that he would not find an opportunity to scare the monkeys.
If Shan Zhenyu was the director, there would be a high probability that mistakes like this would be covered up by young people.
He is a good old man.
But kindness does not command troops!
Zhao Yuan is often very talkative, but when it comes to patients and business, he can’t rub his eyes with dirt!
Zhao Yuan walked out of the conference room and passed by the ward. There were patients in extra beds lying in the corridor. Their family members looked very haggard, holding hard steamed buns in their hands to soak in water to satisfy their hunger.
The patient's thin figure, dry hands, and sensitive eyes.
Zhao Yuan couldn't bear to look at it more.
If neurosurgery wants to develop, it must take drastic measures!
Shan Zhenyu may be a good doctor and a good senior, but he is definitely not a good manager.
If neurosurgery wants to truly stand at the top of the pyramid, it must be rebuilt from the inside out without any slack!
