Seeing that Zhao Guoqiang had revealed this matter, everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief. Even the numb heels dared to move slightly and secretly adjusted their standing posture.

As the tense atmosphere eased, Wu Xiangdong also took a notebook and began to hand over the shift step by step. Just when everyone was mentally ready to relax, they found that Wu Xiangdong's shift handover seemed to be different from what they usually talked about.

"Bed 18, Zhao Songjiang, male, 58 years old, hospital number 223312, diagnosed with acute appendicitis. The patient was admitted to our department from the emergency department due to persistent lower abdominal pain for three hours..."

A magnetic announcer-like voice sounded in the conference room. Wu Xiangdong's handover was concise and logical. In just a few sentences, he described the patient's condition when he was admitted to the hospital, as well as the issues that needed attention during his stay in the hospital, as well as the treatment measures and effects.

The introduction is clear.

Everyone was attracted by Wu Xiangdong's novel way of handing over, even Song Chao, who was waiting to watch the joke. He was dumbfounded, listening to the handover of patients one by one, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Where did he learn these shift patterns? How come the hospital he came to with me showed a better quality than the old professor I know? He is really becoming more and more difficult to see through." Song Chaokui

He was dumbfounded. At this time, Wu Xiangdong was like a piece of emerald in everyone's eyes, and it was the kind that could shine. This made Song Chao's sense of crisis stronger and stronger.

"It's okay, we're about to hand over to the 12th bed." Song Chao squeezed the disease process in his hands so hard that his fingers in his pockets almost pricked the paper, "If there is anything you said about the disease process, I'm sorry.

, I can refute you on the spot."

Song Chao was already careful. Even if he offended the director because of this matter, he would have to refute Wu Xiangdong's face on the spot. Otherwise, once he was allowed to gain a foothold in the general surgery department, his position in the department would be in jeopardy.

The following time seemed very long to Song Chao. Every time Wu Xiangdong spoke, Song Chao concentrated on analyzing it word for word, as if waiting for the loopholes in his words.

Finally, Wu Xiangdong began to hand over 12 beds, which made Song Chao like a dog meeting a bone, and he became excited.

"Bed 12, Sun Baoguo, 65 years old, was diagnosed with colon polyps. The patient complained of difficulty in defecation and blood for three months. He was admitted to our department from the general surgery clinic yesterday."

Speaking of this originally smooth handover, there was a sudden pause. Wu Xiangdong glanced at Song Chao next to him, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc.

"The patient had bloody stools 3 months ago without eating a clean diet. The stools became thinner than before, changed in shape and increased in frequency. Now he has loose stools twice a day, no feeling of incompleteness after defecation, no protrusion of anal mass, and no

Anal pain, no anal cessation of exhaust, a history of prostatic hyperplasia, no surgical treatment, denial of hypertension, heart disease, diabetes, cerebrovascular disease, mental illness, denial of hepatitis, tuberculosis, history of malaria, denial of trauma, history of blood transfusion,

He denies any history of food or drug allergies, and has a personal history of drinking, with an average of 100ml/day for 10 years.”

After Wu Xiangdong talked about the current medical history, past history, and personal history, he started with the marital and childbearing history, family history, and general physical examination, including skin and mucous membrane conditions, lymph node conditions, head and facial features, chest, abdomen, spine, limbs, and nervous system.

Waiting for a while, Wu Xiangdong introduced it in detail.

"This..." Song Chao was stunned when he heard this. Compared with his few thin medical records, the content Wu Xiangdong handed over was simply too detailed.

There were even some contents that even Song Chao had not considered, and Wu Xiangdong had already solved this problem.

The scientific nature and foresight are fully demonstrated in this patient. Every precaution is clearly identifiable, and the views expressed are well-founded. No one expected that a simple colon polyp could have so many ways.

"If I had rashly attacked Wu Xiangdong just now, I'm afraid it would be me who would be embarrassed by then." Song Chao's face became extremely ugly. This morning meeting was probably going to be in vain. He glanced at the person next to him who was talking.

While Wu Xiangdong was talking, he unconsciously glanced at the notebook he was handing over from the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, Song Chao's eyes widened and his facial expression became stiff, as if he had seen a ghost, which made him bewildered.

Originally, he thought that Wu Xiangdong must have put in a lot of effort to carry out the handover to this extent. It stands to reason that he should have recorded a lot of things densely in his notebook.

But at this time, the notebook that Wu Xiangdong took out only recorded a few key words, and the rest of the content relied entirely on his brain's memory. How much memory is needed to ensure that every link is flawless?

While Song Chao was still in shock, Wu Xiangdong had completed the morning meeting and handed over his shift. The moment he closed his notebook, everyone recovered from the unfinished handover.

If it weren't for Zhao Guoqiang standing here at this time, everyone would have swarmed around Wu Xiangdong and asked him for advice on how to hand over classes.

"Okay, now that the shift is over, let's get ready for the ward rounds." After a long time, Zhao Guoqiang's face was still expressionless, and he didn't make any comments on Wu Xiangdong's shift. He ignored everyone and walked straight out the door.

At this time, Song Chao had quick eyes and quick hands. He immediately walked to the door and opened the door naturally and skillfully as if he had practiced it countless times.

"Well, very good." Song Chao nodded and bowed, but Zhao Guoqiang gave a rare nod, and a smile appeared on his everlasting expression, as if he was very satisfied with his actions.

"Director, please." Song Chao was elated when he saw this, not to mention how happy he was. He bent over, arched his back, stretched out his hands, and waited for Zhao Guoqiang to leave the conference room. He looked at everyone with pride, and then immediately followed the director.

He walked out of the door, leaving everyone in the conference room looking at each other, looking a little at a loss.

"Didn't Director Zhao just say that he would ask questions after the morning meeting? Why did he go directly to the ward rounds without saying a word?" Seeing Zhao Guoqiang walking away, only then did someone in the conference room dare to talk in a low voice.

"You don't even understand this. Didn't you see that when Dr. Wu handed over the shift just now, he went through all the issues that the patient should be concerned about. Even if Director Zhao wants to ask questions, he has to ask questions."

"But isn't this equivalent to refuting Director Zhao's face in disguise? Doctor Wu's approach is a bit too foolish."

The two nurses at the back were whispering to each other while no one was paying attention, but before they could finish speaking, Liu Congcong walked over from behind.

"I think what Dr. Wu did is absolutely right. After all, we work in the hospital and are responsible for the lives of patients. We can't just pretend to be confused just to please our superiors." Liu Congcong looked at them with a very serious expression and even spoke.

There is still a bit of seriousness in it.

After all, for them, this is a "fatal" job, so they must be rigorous and conscientious at ordinary times. They cannot open one eye or close one eye on any issue related to the patient's life, otherwise if something goes wrong, they will be in trouble.

It's not something they can solve.

"Sister Liu, we know we were wrong." The little nurse immediately shut up and stopped discussing the matter.

At this time, the entire general surgery team, led by Zhao Guoqiang, had already begun the ward rounds after the morning meeting. In the corridor, Zhao Guoqiang was walking in front, followed by a group of people.
Chapter completed!