Most of the other doctors present agreed with these views.
"About the question you mentioned." Cao Yong refuted them instead of Xie Wanying, who was absent. "First point, are the preoperative indicators of the patient good or bad? What you just said just now is the number of tumor volume. She put out all the indicators of the patient in a table. Do you want to look at this table again and see clearly whether it is good or bad?"
A bunch of doctors have stiff facial features: List statistics?!
It’s right for them to be a student, it’s right for them to be very serious about medical discussions.
Who is right and who is wrong, the data column is clear.
Dean Wu laughed out loud in his throat and ordered Section Chief Yang: "Open the slide projector and enlarge her table on the screen and everyone can see it."
Section Chief Yang quickly arranged for the slide projector to come on the stage.
Cao Yong handed the first form to Section Chief Yang.
Through the zoom-in of the slide projector, a handwritten form was shown on the curtain. Although it was handwritten by hand, each number inside was very clear and there was no sign of ambiguity.
The doctors present looked at it and were completely squinting.
Facts outweigh eloquence.
Someone reached out to Dean Wu and asked to revisit the patient's previous medical records.
Sometimes, the human brain always takes it for granted and thinks that the things in the memory in their brains are all right. In fact, the memory of the human brain is not as reliable as everyone thinks. Otherwise, it would not be said that humans would invent words, and there must be written records from ancient times to the present to preserve them.
When the numbers were cruelly and ruthlessly, the pain on their faces was so painful that they were in their hearts.
President Wu looked at this table with a very serious expression, remembering what Cao Yong summed up: They were too optimistic, and now it seems that the evidence is conclusive.
Like Cao Yong, this girl is a scalpel with a sharp light.
Cao Yong did not give this group of people a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. He held what the junior sister wrote in his hand. He thought that his junior sister's academic thinking was great. He always had a bloody blow. The curve of the corners of his mouth curled up and continued: "You said that you are aware of how patients of the same type of disease are treated, and they are familiar with each other. It is meaningless to hold a meeting to discuss. The preoperative discussion meeting has become formalized and should be cancelled. Here, she put forward the opposite view. Not only can it not be cancelled, but a standard process must be formed to provide medical services to each patient. In the modern and fashionable professional vocabulary, it is called the clinical path. The clinical path is supported by a large number of papers. What you said is meaningless to hold a meeting, so take out the evidence."
The group of people sitting opposite glared at Cao Yong: You?
Cao Yong dismissed their gaze without hesitation and said, "I personally think that this thing is really good. Fortunately, we sometimes don't know what our brain is doing. We should often review what our brain is doing. We can write medical records and summarize papers. But whether the writing is correct or not needs to be guided by standards. She proposed such a reference path so that we can see at a glance whether we have implemented the regulations according to the regulations and whether we treated Teacher Zhang especially back then."
Treating these words in particular, it is extremely heavy to echo indoors.
Sometimes, it is not a good thing for doctors to treat patients with special treatment, and it may deviate from the normal thinking of the brain due to emotional relationships.
Section Chief Yang enlarged the subsequent tables listed by Xie Wanying on the screen.
Each number is very damning.
Chapter completed!