After helping the anesthesiologist make an anesthesia record, Zhou Congwen returned to the ward with the record sheet and put the anesthesia record sheet in the medical record.

Wang Qiang was so worried that he pulled his hair down.

Seeing Zhou Congwen coming down with the anesthesia record sheet, he quickly opened the medical record clip and began to look through how the anesthesiologist wrote it.

Three pages of paper are full of paper, and the rescue process is written in chronological order.

The records were detailed and detailed, Wang Qiang looked at the record and was dazed.

Medical record writing has always been a big problem in surgery. As for anesthesia... it's just that, it's no better than surgery.

The surgeons don’t care if the medical records are not written well. Some surgeons even mocked the internal physician for not having anything done every day, so why don’t you write a medical record?

But once something goes wrong, the surgeon will be stunned.

A detailed and detailed record like in front of you means one thing in Wang Qiang's consciousness - to sue.

After work, Wang Chengfa kept instilling that being a doctor was to write the medical records well when he was working inside and outside the door.

But now it is 2002, not 2020, and the doctor-patient relationship is still relatively harmonious. Wang Qiang has only encountered a moderate medical dispute. Although it is only moderate, modifying the medical record is enough to make him feel a split headache and he can't sleep well for several days and nights.

Just this, no matter how many times you modify it, you can find any problem every time you look carefully.

However, the anesthesia record sheet and rescue record in front of him were completely different. Wang Qiang’s only thought was that Zhou Congwen wanted to cause trouble, so he took him out and urged the patient’s family to sue Director Wang and himself.

Otherwise, why would you write so detailed?

Goosebumps on Wang Qiang's neck were rising, and he glared at Zhou Congwen fiercely. Then he walked out of the office with the paper and went to Wang Chengfa to discuss what to do.

Wang Chengfa just finished the operation and the patient was in a stable state and his bilateral pupils were sensitive to light reflexes. It should be nothing. He was a little nervous and in a complicated mood.

Although Zhou Congwen drove him away, he helped him solve a big problem. Wang Chengfa didn't want to get Zhou Congwen's good things, but the fact is that he couldn't escape, which really made him confused.

"Master." Wang Qiang entered the house and stood behind Wang Chengfa and whispered.

"Um?"

"Go to your office?"

Wang Cheng smiled and comforted the patient's family, turned around and walked out of the small guardianship room and returned to the director's office.

"What's wrong?" Wang Chengfa asked.

"Master, look at this."

Wang Qiang handed the anesthesia record sheet to Wang Chengfa.

So thick? Wang Chengfa was stunned for a moment. The anesthesia record sheet usually only has one page, and surgery such as esophageal cancer sometimes has two pages, and the anesthesiologist's record is not very detailed.

As long as the patient is fine and step down safely, no one is willing to work hard to improve the medical records and write them on everything in detail.

But the anesthesia record list in front of me is different, with a total of 3 or 4 pages.

Wang Chengfa suddenly became cautious, and he picked up the single record and looked carefully.

The rescue process is so meticulous that it is more accurate than Wang Chengfa's memory. Is the anesthesiologist? It is impossible. At that time, he was already confused and could not remember so detailed.

Who wrote that?

The answer was about to come out. If Wang Chengfa didn't even know this, he would not be able to sit steadily even after sitting in the director. He was all old monsters who had been practicing for thousands of years, and he could clearly see what Wang Qiang meant when he looked at him.

"Master, Zhou Congwen..."

"I understand." Wang Cheng said with a cold face.

"Master, he commands the rescue without authorization and kicks him directly into the medical department." Wang Qiang suggested.

"What then?" Wang Chengfa felt more and more that his proud disciple was really useless, and he actually gave him a stupid idea.

"Then? No, let him stay in the medical department for half a year, and then send him to the emergency department for rotation."

"Fart." Wang Chengfa's muscles on his face spasmed. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly, "What do you say when you go to the medical department? Although our medical department is not useful, they are all doctors. I told them that Zhou Congwen successfully rescued an air embolism? He couldn't accommodate him in his eyes, so let him come to the medical department to reflect on it?"

"..." Wang Qiang was stunned. He didn't fully understand what Wang Chengfa meant.

"If you do what you said, the whole hospital will know about this in a few days." Wang Chengfa closed his eyes and leaned his back on the chair, and he was a little tired.

After a few seconds of slowing down, Wang Chengfa said helplessly, "Air embolism, that's air embolism."

"He is just a monkey. What's wrong with a successful rescue case of air embolism? You can also successfully rescue it!"

Wang Chengfa closed his eyes expressionlessly. Wang Qiang said so, but Wang Chengfa knew his level very well.

He encountered a total of 3 patients with air embolism in his life, all of which died without any doubt. Wang Chengfa was not sure how to do it, so he had a deep fear of air embolism.

Forget it, this happened today, Wang Chengfa thought to himself.

You must not be open-minded, otherwise once Zhou Congwen is sent to the medical department, he will be asked to leave by another surgical director within a few days.

By then, I really can't hold him back.

Strangely, why did Zhou Congwen dare to stand up for air embolization that he didn't even dare to touch? Wang Chengfa had countless questions in his mind.

Genius? No, absolutely impossible.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

While Wang Chengfa was thinking randomly, someone knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Director Wang, are you there?"

It was the voice of the patient's family. Wang Qiang glanced at Wang Cheng and turned around to open the door.

The family of the patient with kidney failure stood at the door with a happy face, "Director Wang, my kidney function has returned to normal today, I'll send you a banner."

Wang Chengfa opened his eyes and smiled.

Red envelopes are red envelopes, rebates are rebates, and pennants are existence on another level.

It means that patients and their families recognize their medical level. Although they cannot be eaten as food, they can more or less manage their fullness and spiritual level.

Wang Chengfa stood up with a smile, "You're welcome, no."

"If it weren't for you... and Dr. Zhou, my family would probably be unable to do it." The patient's family bowed repeatedly, "Director Wang, thank you, thank you."

"Let's go, hang the banner to the doctor's office." Wang Chengfa said.

Calling the head nurse, Wang Chengfa came to the doctor's office.

"Dr. Zhou, hello, my family..."

"It's already done. I'll check it out tomorrow morning. Director Wang takes a look and can be discharged from the hospital if he has nothing to do." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"This is the banner I gave you." The patient's family heard that they could be discharged from the hospital, so they hurriedly opened the banner.

"Well, when you go back, you will persuade your lover more. It is not so easy to mess around. You can lick blood from the knife. This time you can pull it back, but it may not be necessary next time. Work honestly, earn money to support your family, and avoid sluts." Zhou Congwen was not at all happy, but was talking about another thing.

When the banner was opened, the old skin on Wang Chengfa's face drooped directly to his feet, almost smashing the floor of the office.
Chapter completed!