"Haha, it must be necessary." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "Emergency rescue requires rescue records and discussions on the condition of critically ill patients."

The anesthesiologist didn't care what Zhou Congwen said, and the rescue was successfully completed, which was the best. But after a second thought, he realized that Zhou Congwen had something in his words.

Zhou Congwen said the most ordinary words, every sentence and every word is so normal, and there is no other meaning at all.

For emergency treatment, emergency records must be required, and medical record writing standards must be discussed. This is a rule, and doctors know it.

But rules are rules. Who has time to discuss this thing in clinical practice?

If there are occasional discussions on deaths, people will discuss the yarn after the rescue is successful.

Moreover, even if it is a discussion of death, the clinician usually writes two casually and fools it, just to improve the medical record.

The anesthesiologist instantly realized that Zhou Congwen was going to find trouble for Wang Chengfa.

He looked at Zhou Congwen helplessly, "Xiao Zhou, calm down."

"I'm very calm." Zhou Congwen said not only calmly, but also coldly, "Everything follows normal procedures. If Wang Chengfa is not ready to discuss, I will go to the medical department. If the medical department does not agree, I will go to the vice president in charge of clinical practice."

"..." The anesthesiologist was surprised.

Zhou Congwen said nothing anymore, calm and indifferent, the ice melted on his cold face, and a smile appeared, "Brother Wenbo, thank you today."

"You're welcome... Xiao Zhou, it's good that things will be over, don't make a big deal."

"It mainly depends on Wang Chengfa. If he doesn't want to make a big deal, he can discuss it. If there is any problem, I have not figured out what to do. Following the normal procedures, the regulations in the hospital will not be farts.

Emmm, I was wrong, and the hospital was basically farting. But I don’t believe that Wang Chengfa was covering up the sky with one hand, and people in the agency always had to have some face."

Seeing that Zhou Congwen was determined, the anesthesiologist was not willing to persuade him, so he could only write a consultation record.

All test forms were prepared, Zhou Congwen was arranged neatly in chronological order, and the anesthesiologist complained while writing.

He did not want to participate in the internal contradictions of thoracic surgery. The most important thing is that he did not think that Zhou Congwen could win, so he described it in a fair and objective manner in the text, and tried his best to make no mistakes if anyone could make any mistakes.

A few minutes later, heavy footsteps came from the corridor.

"What's going on?" Wang Cheng's voice came.

"Director Wang, the patient has a cardiopulmonary failure, anesthesia department has urgent consultation, and has intubation again, and a ventilator assists breathing. He is now out of danger." Zhou Congwen's voice also came in.

The anesthesiologist sighed. If it were him, he would not dare to fight the director like this.

It's the best result. I called the director from home like a dog in the middle of the night, and I also wanted to discuss why Lao Wang made a mistake...

What did Zhou Congwen think?

Could it be that he really thought that he could bring down Lao Wang with his own strength?

Although other directors in the hospital did not like Lao Wang very much, after all, he offended too many people in those years, but after all, he was the department director... No, he was the department head and had not yet mentioned the director.

But that was not something that Zhou Congwen, a young doctor, could defeat.

His ideas are too naive.

Technical level cannot determine who is the director. No matter how high your skills are, as long as the director does not make principled mistakes, there is no definite evidence to nail people to death. There is no major medical dispute, the department director will naturally have an advantage.

"The tube inserted in the anesthesiology department?" Wang Chengfa's voice came in again, interrupting the anesthesiologist's thoughts.

"Yes, Dr. Li Wenbo and Dr. Li consulted for intubation, and the patient's condition is stable now..." Zhou Congwen began to report on his condition, and his voice became smaller and smaller. He should have gone to the small guardianship with Wang Chengfa.

The anesthesiologist hurriedly took the time to write the medical record, and he didn't want to meet Wang Chengfa at all.

This matter was in the middle. Although Zhou Congwen apologized to himself twice in a row with obscure words, the anesthesiologist was still ready to help.

When he brushed, his pen walked like a flying pen, but after all, he was not as fast as Wang Chengfa's words. Before he could finish writing, he heard footsteps and walked straight to the doctor's office.

"Hmm? Xiao Li, why are you still here?" Wang Chengfa walked in and saw the anesthesiologist sitting at the table and asked in surprise.

"Write a consultation record." The anesthesiologist said helplessly.

Wang Chengfa paused for a moment, then glared at Zhou Congwen fiercely.

Dog day, you know how to write medical records, and where is the clean and refreshing surgeon?

But at most, this sentence is a slander. Wang Chengfa is as clear as a mirror in his heart, and he will be challenged by this little doctor again.

If he had always been unwilling to care about the provocation of a young doctor, he would just raise his hand and press him to death.

But strangely, since Zhou Congwen fell down the medical record that time, he took the textbook directly in front of him and started provocative mode, he became interested in punishing him to death.

But what is strange is that with his own eyesight, Zhou Congwen's slight mistake was not found.

Not only can he not find any mistakes or find faults, he was slapped in the face one after another. Even Wang Zhiquan was beaten by Zhou Congwen, but he didn't even dare to let go of anything.

Wang Chengfa was thinking about something in his mind, and forgot to put down one of his legs raised, so he kept standing at the door of the office in a sculpture-like posture.

The anesthesiologist looked at him in a daze. Wang Chengfa looked serious, raised one of his legs, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his face was blue and purple...

"Director Wang?" the anesthesiologist shouted softly.

Wang Chengfa fooled his body and almost fell to the ground. In just a few seconds, his brain seemed to have lost control of his body and he was like Alzheimer's disease.

"Xiao Li, I'll see what you wrote." Wang Chengfa calmed down his mind and walked to the anesthesiologist to pick up the consultation record that had not been written yet and read it all the way.

The more he looked, the more frightened he became.

Because Wang Chengfa, he couldn't understand the blood qi analysis value at all, and he could only know which value was wrong based on the positive and negative symbols, but he had no idea what it meant and how to treat it.

The anesthesiologist's consultation records are not written in detail, but the key abnormal indicators are all present. Although the conclusion is not stated, it is obvious - it is recommended to intubate the tracheal and ventilator assist in breathing.

This conclusion was like a big mouth slap on Wang Chengfa's face. He felt his ears buzzing and his face was hot.

What I said to Zhou Congwen a few hours ago in the small guardian room echoed in my ears like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

The more arrogant I was at that time, the more embarrassing I am now.

If you have the ability, you can write what I said in your medical record... Wang Chengfa remembers very clearly what he said.

But it turned out that he was wrong, and the patient was intubated again a few hours after offline.
Chapter completed!