"Is the medical record written like this?" Director Han was in a meeting. He held a medical record with an angry look on his face and his saliva sprayed one meter away.

"Today, dark clouds were covered with late spring cold, and a little snow broke out outside. The director and the patient and the patient's family had a cordial conversation, driving away the cold."

"What's the fucking thing about this? This is called a medical record?"

Director Han cursed after reading it word by word.

Although everyone sitting under the stairs classroom was silent, when someone heard such an unreliable medical record, he couldn't help but laughed out loud.

The occasions in which Han Chu are located are usually very serious unless you can't help it.

"Director Sun of the Department of Gastroenterology." Han Chuyang Yangyang said the medical record in his hand, "There is your signature on it. Please explain to me what you thought when you saw this medical record."

A thin doctor in his fifties stood up, his hands and feet were not sure where to put his hands and feet, and he looked regretful and confused...

Han Chu asked this with a clear question.

The medical records of the ward must be signed by the director before they can be released from the department, and then the medical record room will be archived.

But who has time to read medical records word by word?

The surgery department performs surgery every day from morning to night. Not to mention the hospitalization officer, the team leader, the clinician, and even the department director will be supervised.

As for the internal medicine department, the medical record review is quite detailed, but the director of the university corrects the mistakes in medication use.

After the operation and after the thick medicine is modified, even if you can take a look at the patient, you are a responsible and good doctor. As for the medical records, you will leave them to the intern or the further study doctor to write them.

Even the signature was not signed by the department director himself.

But these are all "unwritten rules" that can be done, but they must not be said.

Now that Director Han has revealed the matter, he is really stunned by the anger and has no mercy at all.

A patient died suddenly in the gastrointestinal surgery department yesterday, but the patient's family did not recognize it, and the medical records were sealed at that time.

As a result, Director Han saw this when he came to deal with it. He agreed to all the requests of the patient's family without hesitation and solved the problem in less than 8 hours.

Regardless of the matter, whether the patient died due to a medical accident or a death caused by a serious illness, Director Han did not give the patient's family a chance to sue and spent money.

So today's scene came about.

"Director Sun, let's talk." Director Han held the medical record in his hand, his cold eyes looked at Director Sun of the gastrointestinal surgery department like a hawk, and he would peck him at the next second.

"I...he...this...this..." Director Sun stammered and said some meaningless words, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his hands.

"According to the description in the medical record, it's so fun."

"Who wrote the medical records?" Director Han asked immediately.

There was a commotion at the end, and a young boy wearing glasses and a fair-faced face was reluctantly pushed out.

"Intern?" Director Han asked.

The little boy could not stand this scene, and he cried out with a "wow".

"It's a bit manly," Director Han said contemptuously, "If you have the right to write, don't cry. What do you think when writing a medical record? You're happy. Did you see the dead patient yesterday? Have you seen the patient's family? Have you seen thirty or forty strong men pulling on the agricultural truck in the courtyard?"

"Did you see the guys they brought with you?"

Director Han was tighter and more anxious, saying that Director Sun was weaker and that the intern doctor almost couldn't hold it in one breath.

The intern has never seen anyone dead. Yesterday, when the patient died suddenly, he happened to write in the ward and write medical records that no one wrote.

A major medical record is 45 minutes, and the first trip is 15 minutes. The rounds are made up randomly, and then they pretend to be the chief director and the hospitalization chief signed.

The patient's family called the doctor, and he hurried over and witnessed a "good" person twitching until he died.

At that time, the intern was frightened and lost his mind. Today, Director Han held the medical record and told the story with a murderous look on his face, so he almost had no incontinence on the spot.

Not to mention explanation, the intern doctor can't even say a word.

"The patient is covered in silver threads, why are you writing this thing for?" Director Han casually found another ridiculous sentence.

But when he saw the intern doctor, he looked confused and didn't want to continue scolding.

The child who has not started working has a weak ability to bear it. If he is scolded by himself, he will jump from the upstairs in shame...

Director Han couldn't explain.

He hooked his finger at Director Sun.

Director Sun is a clinical old man who is thick-skinned and does not scold him hard, he may not touch his heart.

"Director Sun, come on."

Listening to Director Han use the word "you", Director Sun grinned and wanted to smile, but ended up showing an expression that was even worse than crying.

"Tell me." Director Han said, "The matter has been resolved, and I also know that the patient's sudden death has nothing to do with the medical record."

His tone was very gentle, as if he was looking for a supplement to Director Sun.

"The patient has gastric perforation, intestinal perforation, and a stomach full of defecation. When he was sent, he was in septic shock. This kind of patient can live for 3 days, which is considered to be awesome. Death is a high probability; survival is a low probability."

"Yes, yes, Director Han, you are right." Director Sun was also wronged.

I took out the feces myself for 4 hours and almost died of smoke on the operating table. But the patient died and the patient's family refused to approve it. What should I do?

"How can I understand clinical practice? I have been out of clinical practice for more than ten years." Director Han smiled slightly, and his voice immediately started to rise, "But can't you stare at some medical records!"

"Just take this medical record out and make people laugh!"

"The patient's family does not agree with it. They can go to the health department or the court, and it can be at most 10,000 yuan for humanitarian assistance. But you can check the medical records!"

Director Han suddenly raised the volume like a thunderbolt, rolling in, frightening Director Sun.

"There is no one in the hospital that can't die." Director Han looked at Director Sun coldly, "Even if it is a technical accident, I agree. That's because our skills are not as good as others, so we can just strengthen it in the future. But look at the medical records you wrote, and it's all the time to say it's in the ears of dogs?"

Director Sun's face turned pale, and Director Han was already pointing at his nose and cursing.

But just as he was so angry that his whole body was trembling, Director Han's cell phone rang.

Han Chu glanced at his phone and was about to hang up, but his fingers suddenly paused.

"Director Zhang, have you arrived in Frankfurt?" Director Han's tone suddenly became extremely gentle, making people feel as if they were bathed in spring.

The switching between various characters is extremely smooth, as if Director Han is having afternoon tea leisurely.

"What did you say?!" Director Han's voice suddenly tightened.
Chapter completed!