"Director Wang, take a look at the doctor's advice. Is there anything else that needs to be changed?" Zhou Congwen didn't seem to know what Wang Chengfa was thinking. He asked gently with the doctor's advice book like an ordinary little doctor.

Wang Chengfa glanced and said that he had dew on his head and didn't know what to do if he had any problems with cardiopulmonary medication.

Wang Chengfa knew all the words in the doctor's order book, but he basically didn't use those medicine surgery, and he couldn't change even if he wanted to.

If it were the past, Wang Chengfa would not have had such great psychological pressure.

Since Zhou Congwen took the textbook in front of the general practitioner that day and asked himself to see what it means to live within his means, he has become much more cautious.

"Xiao Li, I think it's okay. Take a look. After all, you have a lot of contact with anesthesiologists." Wang Chengfa glanced and handed the doctor's instructions to the anesthesiologist.

"Director Wang, I've seen it, it's pretty good." The anesthesiologist breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not as nervous as he had imagined. He stood up and said with a smile, "The patient's condition is stable. He will probably be cured after using a ventilator for 2-3 days."

Wang Chengfa nodded, put the doctor's order book on his desk, and picked up the medical record as if he was unintentionally.

Zhou Congwen has no records.

Do you have no time, or do you don’t want to die and offend yourself? Wang Chengfa was a little confused.

But when Wang Chengfa thought of the words he said arrogantly when he got off work, he felt guilty.

You may not recognize it yourself, but the medical records must be archived and kept for a long time.

One book or two book is even if it is like this... these are all dark thunder, who knows when it will explode?

The key is that the province, city, and hospitals will come down to check the medical records like a trance. What would you think when you see this medical record?

He thought a lot of things in his mind, but he was calm on the surface and did not try to "irritate" Zhou Congwen, but walked slowly back to the director's office.

Seeing Wang Chengfa leave, the anesthesiologist lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Zhou, it turns out you are joking."

"hey-hey."

"Just kidding, don't be so irritating with the director, it will not do you any good." The anesthesiologist said earnestly.

"Yes." Zhou Congwen nodded casually, "Brother Wenbo, just write it, just finish the medical record, I'll go and see some patients."

"You still have to go to the bedside?" asked the anesthesiologist.

"Oh." Zhou Congwen sighed, "Nurs in the department have never seen a similar patient. They are too young and have no experience. I feel weak if I don't stare at me, and I can't sleep well."

This is what the anesthesiologist thinks that every word is correct, but when you think about it carefully, the whole sentence is nonsense.

The little nurse in Cory doesn’t understand, and Wang Chengfa doesn’t understand, just you understand?

Zhou Congwen did not accompany the anesthesiologist either. He didn't know that his unintentional words had caused a stiff effect on the anesthesiologist.

When he returned to the small guardianship room to continue to take care of the patient, the family members of the patient who had been talking outside the door had no idea what had happened, but were just praising Wang Chengfa, saying that he was dedicated and had noble medical ethics.

Wang Chengfa sat in his office and pondered for a long time.

It was already midnight after the patient with renal failure after dialysis, but Zhou Congwen's medical record was written without any flaws. He came here early in the morning. He stood in front of him with the medical record book and slapped himself in the face with the data.

But this time Zhou Congwen did not write a medical record.

It shouldn't be impossible, but Zhou Congwen surrendered and knew that challenging the director as a young doctor would definitely not have any good results, Wang Chengfa thought to himself.

Otherwise, I would give you a step and everyone would come down like this? Wang Chengfa didn’t want to make things worse. After all, if you look back and think about it carefully, it was indeed inappropriate to remove the tube when you get off work.

He surrendered

He's soft

Then that's it, don't cause trouble for Zhou Congwen, anyway, life is long.

Wang Chengfa sat in the office for two hours, looked at the patient once in the middle, and looked at the patient again when he left.

The patient is in a stable state. Although it is uncomfortable to have tracheal intubation, the patient is still very cooperative. Because he knows that he will die if he leaves the ventilator, the patient does not want to experience the feeling of dying again.

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...

The next morning, Wang Chengfa came to the department.

He pretended to look at Zhou Congwen inadvertently. There was nothing unusual about this guy. After meeting, he greeted him with a smile on his face.

Wang Chengfa didn't look at the medical record immediately, and he seemed guilty if he was face to face with the young doctor, but he didn't want to show his timidity.

After handing over the shift and checking rounds, the normal process has come down and just returned to the doctor's office. Zhou Congwen suddenly asked, "Director Wang."

Hearing Zhou Congwen's voice, Wang Chengfa's heart suddenly tightened, his heart began to ventricularly, and a feeling of dying was covering his whole body.

Here comes!

He is here!!

He is really here!!!

"Difficult patients, there must be a discussion record for emergency rescue. Should we discuss it now or wait for a while?" Zhou Congwen said lightly next.

Zhou Congwen's tone was plain, as if he was saying that the weather was good today.

But this sentence was like a dagger, pressing against Wang Chengfa's heart, and blood had already oozed out, falling into the pericardial cavity, beginning to affect the beating of the heart.

Shen Lang and Liu Di vaguely heard the rumbling of guns and cannons. Shen Lang knew Zhou Congwen's temper very well. He silently took a half step back and pretended that he knew nothing.

Liu Di asked in confusion, "The discussion should be needed before death and slow diagnosis surgery. Rescue? I haven't heard of it."

"Medical Record Writing Standards Page 33, Line 5." Zhou Congwen looked at Wang Chengfa with a smile and answered Liu Di's question, "Generally, rescue does not need to be discussed, and rescue of difficult medical records is necessary."

"Difficult? Not difficult." Liu Di still didn't understand and asked to himself.

"It should be a difficult case, what do you think Director Wang?" Zhou Congwen's face was still full of smiles, warm and gentle.

Wang Cheng's mouth was bitter, the pericardial cavity had more fluid accumulation, and it was difficult for his heart to beat.

Zhou Congwen is really annoying. He doesn’t even get down to the steps, so he must stomp his nose. And he doesn’t have to stomp his nose, just stomp his nose, waiting for you to turn against him.

The key is that I can’t turn against you!

Yesterday I said I wanted to remove the tube. At that time, I was really happy to say a few words to Zhou Congwen, but now I have been retribution.

Wang Chengfa took a deep breath, suppressed his irritability, and said in a deep voice, "No need."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and turned around and left.

Zhou Congwen seemed to have thought of this, and he did not chase Wang Chengfa, but sat at the table with his medical record and started his new day's work.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the requirements for surgery are stricter than internal medicine. I have never written a discussion on difficult rescue in internal medicine." Liu Di was still confused and didn't understand the situation at all.

Shen Lang grabbed Liu Di and signaled him not to talk more. He felt helpless when he looked at Zhou Congwen's back.

All you can do is to stay away. This matter will definitely not be over today. Just don’t break your blood.
Chapter completed!