The patient was pushed into the ward.

Walking on the road, Xie Wanying picked up the ringing cell phone. Senior He called.

"Xie Wanying, what Teacher Tao asked you to write is to put it in a document zipper bag, right?" He Guangyou asked, obviously helping Tao Zhijie get things.

"Yes." Xie Wanying nodded and asked, "Teacher, are you going to have a meeting?"

It is said that teachers will attend important meetings in the administrative building tonight.

"Yes. Teacher Tao may have to use your document tonight. But he didn't have time to see what you wrote today. Now I'll help him deliver the things first." He Guangyou said, and he set off a civil service bag from Tao Zhijie's car, checked the things inside and walked to the hospital's administrative building.

"Do you want a meeting in the hospital?" asked the nurse who was listening to the night shift.

Xie Wanying put down the phone: "Yes."

"So, you need to be extra careful tonight. Maybe a hospital leader will come to inspect it in the evening." The nurse thought.

Xie Wanying is not sure what kind of meeting the hospital leaders held and what kind of meeting it was.

In the administrative building, the largest conference room has an open door.

The doctors who received the notice came in one after another at the agreed time on the phone. There were about sixty or seventy people in total, filling almost all the seats.

President Wu had something to do in the afternoon and came late, which caused the meeting to be delayed for more than an hour. After coming in, he said to all the doctors: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late, have you had dinner?"

"I've eaten it, Dean, have you eaten it?" Zhao Huaming cared about Dean Wu instead of the colleagues present.

"I'm eating on the way." Dean Wu finished answering and said to the old seniors who had worked hard, "I'm sorry to rush back to the hospital tonight. Everyone has no time to have a meeting during the day."

"We understand, Dean, we came here like this when we were young." Zhao Huaming and others said with a smile.

Section Chief Yang helped to pull the chair open, and Dean Wu sat down. This special meeting was about to begin tonight.

A few big words were posted on the screen of the conference room: Discussion on death cases.

The doctors present had already learned about the situation when they received the invitation, and they were all feeling a little heavy. Many people looked at Tao Zhijie, remembering that Tao Zhijie was the bed doctor for the dead patient. Time flies very quickly, and the attending physician was now the deputy senior who was the only one.

Tao Zhijie borrowed the patient's archived medical records from the hospital's medical record room, and after sorting them out, he handed them over to Dean Wu.

Dean Wu's hand was gently placed on Teacher Zhang's thick medical records, and his mood was as solemn as everyone else.

Section Chief Yang lifted the lid of the cup for him and poured tea into it.

After clearing his throat, Dean Wu was not interested in drinking the tea in his eyes. He looked at all the doctors present, and opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Tonight, all the backbone and elites of the hospital's departments. Four years ago, they were also the seniors of these elites in treating medicine. Everyone has done their best, and it can be said that they have done their best and used all the strength of the hospital.

There were also discussions on deaths four years ago. At that time, everyone had said everything. Most people reached a consensus conclusion before the final discussion of deaths was recorded in the patient's medical record file. It was a conclusion.

Now I suddenly took out the medical record and said it again? What is the best thing to say?
Chapter completed!