Zhao Huaming left in a hurry, thinking that his grandson was a fool for actually thinking that surgery was easy and he could do it if he wanted. Did he think that as a grandfather, he did not cherish his grandson? When he came to the ward, he pushed the door open and went inside to find his grandson washing apples by himself.
Peeling the apple: What?!
"Grandpa, do you want to eat an apple?" Zhao Zhaowei picked up an apple and asked grandpa calmly, as if he had expected grandpa to come.
"Explain it to me clearly." Zhao Huaming continued to point at his grandson's head with his trembling hand.
"Are you referring to laparoscopic choledochoscopy? I personally agree." Zhao Zhaowei answered quickly and simply.
"Do you think laparoscopy is not surgery?" Zhao Huaming yelled.
"The incision is very small. Grandpa, don't think that I understand everything. I have been an intern in the second department of general surgery for almost three months, and laparoscopy is performed there every day. Do I not understand?"
Grandfather and grandson yelled at each other.
This time, there was no one around to stop him.
"Laparoscopy can be done."
"Laparoscopy also requires surgery inside. I might as well do laparoscopy to check more carefully, rather than having to do another surgery at that time."
"Your illness is not that serious." Zhao Huaming touched his forehead.
"You don't have to fool me. If you want to comfort yourself, don't come to me!"
Zhao Huaming's face was full of confusion: How could he comfort himself?
"Aren't you trying to comfort yourself?" Zhao Zhaowei unceremoniously poked away the fear in his grandfather's heart, "I didn't understand why doctors couldn't treat their own relatives before. Now I understand based on your behavior. You are an old professor.
You have treated so many cases of patients like me, but after reading my report, you don’t feel a sense of crisis?”
"I have--"
"You asked me to delay?! I'm so young and have so many abscesses on my liver. Even after taking antibiotics, the jaundice doesn't go away. You still want me to delay? If this treatment doesn't cure it, I will have to go to the hospital every day in the future.
Sooner or later, everything will be over. Let me ask you, are you a surgeon? I’m not afraid of being knifed. Are you afraid of using a scalpel? "
Zhao Huaming was questioned by his grandson and retreated repeatedly. Perhaps as Xie Wanying said, he no longer understood his grandson.
"Weren't you afraid of being hospitalized before? Now you're not afraid of surgery?"
"What I'm afraid of is not hospitalization. What I'm afraid of is chaos." Zhao Zhaowei pouted and sat down, "I am a medical student and I don't want to be manipulated by others. You insist that I be hospitalized. I listened. You ask yourself whether you have given me good treatment.
I'll treat you instead of dragging you down?"
Everyone understood that Xie Wanying was right. The classmates in her class were all the proud ones, qualified and capable people.
"I have more experience than you -" Zhao Huaming continued to think about convincing his grandson.
Zhao Zhaowei asked his grandfather again: "How long do you want me to wait? When? Should you go back to check the information and convince me with the same past case data as mine, instead of just saying that you are an old professor?
Yes. If you knew everything, you would have cured all the patients. If you want to treat your grandson properly, please go back and check the information first."
He was wrong. His grandson was no longer a little kid running behind him, but a doctor who could sit and discuss with him on an equal footing. After being shocked in his heart, Zhao Huaming scratched the back of his head: "I'll go back and look for information."
The others automatically opened the door for him. Zhao Huaming walked out, and after a few steps, he turned back and pointed in the direction of Xie Wanying: "You are right, we should respect him."
