Walking on the road, Xie Wanying picked up the ringing mobile phone. It was Senior He who called.
"Xie Wanying, you put the suggestions that Teacher Tao asked you to write in a document zipper bag, right?" He Guangyou asked, obviously helping Tao Zhijie get something.
"Yes." Xie Wanying nodded and asked, "Teacher, are you going to have a meeting?"
It is said that the teachers will attend an important meeting in the administration building tonight.
"Yes. Teacher Tao may need your document tonight. But he didn't have time to read what you wrote today. Now I will help him send it over first." He Guangyou said, getting up from Tao Zhijie's car.
After checking that the contents of the business bag were correct, I walked to the hospital administration building.
"Is there a meeting in the hospital?" asked the night shift nurse who was listening.
Xie Wanying put down the phone: "Yes."
"So, you need to be extra careful tonight. Maybe some hospital leaders will come to inspect at night." The nurse thought.
Xie Wanying did not know which hospital leaders were holding the meeting and what kind of meeting it was.
In the administrative building, the door to the largest conference room was opened.
The doctors who received the notice came in one after another according to the time agreed upon on the phone. There were about sixty or seventy people in total, and almost all the seats were filled.
Dean Wu had something to do in the afternoon and arrived late, which caused the meeting to be delayed for more than an hour. After coming in, he said to all the doctors: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late. Have you had dinner?"
"Have you eaten, Dean, have you eaten?" Zhao Huaming expressed concern for Dean Wu on behalf of the colleagues present.
"I ate on the way." After Dean Wu answered, he said to the seniors who had worked so hard to come here, "I'm sorry to bother you all to come back to the hospital at night. We don't have time for meetings during the day."
"We understand, Dean, we used to come here like this when we were young." Zhao Huaming and others said with a smile.
Section Chief Yang helped pull out the chair and Dean Wu sat down. This special meeting is about to begin tonight.
A few big words were printed on the curtain of the conference room: Discussion of Death Cases.
The doctors present had already learned about the situation when they received the invitation, and each of them felt a little heavy. Many people looked at Tao Zhijie, remembering that Tao Zhijie was the doctor in charge of the deceased patient. Time passed by
Soon, the original attending physician was now the deputy chief physician.
Tao Zhijie borrowed the patient's archived medical records from the hospital's medical record room, sorted them out and handed them to Director Wu.
Dean Wu gently placed his hand on Teacher Zhang's thick pile of medical records, and his mood was as solemn as everyone else's.
Section Chief Yang opened the lid of the cup for him and poured tea into it.
After clearing his throat, Dean Wu looked at the tea in his eyes and was not interested in drinking it. He looked at all the doctors present, his mouth wide open and he didn't know what to say.
Those who came tonight are all the backbones and elites from various departments of the hospital. Four years ago, these same elites were treating the seniors in medicine. Everyone is definitely doing their best, it can be said that they are doing their best and using up all the resources of the hospital.
strength.
Four years ago, there were discussions on death cases. At that time, everyone had said everything they needed to say. Most people reached a consensus conclusion, and then the final discussion record of death cases was placed in the patient's medical file, which was a final conclusion.
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Now you suddenly take out the medical records again? What do you mean?
