There was a stalemate outside the operating room, and the director insisted that the patient's massive bleeding was caused by Zhang Dagang.
"Director, is this a mistake? I have seen Dagang's medical skills, and he will not cause the patient to bleed." Zheng Wenxuan tried to convince the director, and also tried to convince himself in his heart.
The director did not expect that Boss Zheng would trust Zhang Dagang so much, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Boss Zheng, you are confused. Think about it, Zhang Dagang knows traditional Chinese medicine, and this is a Western medicine operation, which requires the use of a knife instead of acupuncture." After the director finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Dagang, who had no reaction, with a confused look on his face.
Sad.
Zhang Dagang is such a good young man. If it weren't for his daughter, how could he do such a thing that ruined his family's future?
Seeing that the director's ideas coincided with his own, Zheng Wenxuan turned around and sat on the bench, wondering what he was thinking.
At this moment, at the end of the hospital corridor, old Mrs. Zhou with gray hair and a cane came over with the support of Zheng Linbo.
"Wenxuan, how is Mr. Bai?" Mrs. Zhou looked worried.
This contract is related to the life events of Zheng Fangfang of the Zheng family, so there must be no mistakes.
Zheng Wenxuan rubbed the bridge of his nose, his face full of exhaustion.
"Mom, the doctor just came out and said that the patient was bleeding heavily and his condition may be dangerous." Zheng Wenxuan seemed to have aged four or five years in an instant.
Mrs. Zhou also felt a little weak.
"Old lady, this is Zhang Dagang. If Zhang Dagang hadn't affected the performance of the surgeon in the operating room, the patient would not have suffered from severe bleeding." The director hurriedly stepped forward to complain.
Things have developed to this point, Zhang Dagang and his daughter, he will not hesitate to choose his daughter to survive.
Only then did Mrs. Zhou see Zhang Dagang standing aside.
"My child, I heard from your medical sage that you went to the capital, when did you come back?" Mrs. Zhou seemed to have not heard the director's words, and held Zhang Dagang's hand affectionately.
Zheng Linbo looked at the director and said unhappily: "Just being affected can cause the patient to bleed heavily. I don't think your surgeon's ability is very good."
Zheng Linbo's words made the director's face turn blue and white, and he could only lower his head and stop talking.
"Zheng Linbo, how could you talk to the director like this? You've learned all the lessons I taught you, right?" Zheng Wenxuan couldn't help scolding his son.
Zheng Linbo saw his father angry and shut his mouth obediently.
"Dagang, were you in the operating room just now?" Mrs. Zhou asked doubtfully.
Zhang Dagang nodded and explained the situation in the operating room again.
At this moment, Jiang Shuai also left the operating room with a solemn look.
The patient's condition is getting more and more serious, and there is a high risk that the operation will fail.
"Excuse me, have the patient's family members arrived yet?" Jiang Shuai asked.
Zheng Wenxuan shook his head: "Whatever else happens, please be sure to save the patient. Our Zheng family will give you generous hard-earned money."
"Look, it's all Zhang Dagang's fault." The director took the opportunity and couldn't help fanning the flames.
"Director, Dagang clearly reminded the surgeon, how could you not distinguish between black and white?" Jiang Shuai looked at the director who suddenly started to target Zhang Dagang, and his tone was quite cold.
When Jiang Shuai said this, the director shrank his neck and stopped talking.
He was being unreasonable in this matter, but if Zhang Dagang didn't leave the hospital for a day, his daughter would be in even more danger.
"Since the director doesn't want to believe me, then go ahead and adjust the surveillance system." Zhang Dagang sneered.
No matter what the reason is, today the director has repeatedly targeted himself, even if he is a clay figure, he has a bad temper.
When it came to adjusting monitoring, the director suddenly felt weak.
Mrs. Zhou thought this was a good idea, and Zheng Wenxuan also came around.
"In this case, it is better to adjust the surveillance. If this matter really has nothing to do with Dagang, then Dagang will be cleared." Zheng Wenxuan decided: "After all, this matter is related to Mr. Bai's life and death."
Mrs. Zhou wanted Zhang Dagang to heal Mr. Bai.
But Zhang Dagang is just a small intern now. If Mr. Bai wakes up, this matter may not be easy to explain.
But if it can be proven that Zhang Dagang is more powerful than the surgeon in charge, then when Mr. Bai asks, there will be video evidence.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou nodded in agreement.
The director couldn't say anything else, after all, these two were also considered family members of the patient.
When a doctor-patient dispute did arise, Zhang Dagang was not kicked out of the hospital, so he, the director, was dismissed from his post.
The monitoring in the operating room is not in the security room.
The director called the dean for instructions, and after getting the dean's consent, he got the key and opened the door of the operating room monitoring room.
Adjusting the camera to the very beginning of the operation, they saw Zhang Dagang standing far away, looking motionlessly at the operating table.
The bloody images on the surveillance screen made several people frowning.
The surveillance screen kept fast-forwarding and soon reached the scene between Zhang Dagang and the attending doctor.
After hearing what Zhang Dagang said, the attending doctor angrily asked the doctors and nurses to kick Zhang Dagang out of the ward.
Immediately afterwards, an even more infuriating scene occurred.
The surgeon who had been reminded by Zhang Dagang cut the patient's internal organs with a scalpel without even thinking or even checking.
Just at the very edge of the scalpel, a blood vessel burst open the moment the scalpel touched it, and blood flowed like a torrent.
Then there was panic in the operating room, and the attending doctor hurriedly took the hemostatic cloth.
My ears were filled with all kinds of sounds in the operating room, and the director's face turned blue and white.
Things have reached this point. It seems that Zhang Dagang will not be kicked out of the hospital this time.
The director breathed a sigh of relief, but began to feel faintly worried about his daughter's condition.
"Dagang, can you carry out this operation?" Mrs. Zhou said hesitantly.
After all, Zhang Dagang studied traditional Chinese medicine, and he has already completed half of the Western medicine surgeries. Even if Zhang Dagang takes over, he can only continue to perform Western medicine surgeries.
But right now, the surgery can only be carried out daringly.
Even if experts are invited from the capital, I am afraid Mr. Bai will not be able to survive until that time.
Zhang Dagang looked at Mr. Bai's half-completed operation on the surveillance screen, feeling a little uneasy.
He and Charles talked about these things all night long, but after all, they were just talks on paper and not practiced in person. Zhang Dagang asked himself that his skills were not good.
"Dagang, Mr. Bai is in danger. I can't trust these doctors. Can you help Grandma Zhou?" The old lady took Zhang Dagang's hand and prayed.
Even if you use the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, it is better than those doctors who only drink less than half of the bottle.