When the Doctor Uses A Hack

Chapter 882: Chapter 883: Sigh, I Almost Can’t Turn in My Homework (Extra 1 for Alliance Hierarch Tian Shang You Keng)

As the days went by, one after another, Chen Cang felt the pressure mounting more and more recently.

He was starting to feel overwhelmed by Qin Xiaotian’s daily homework.

“Honey, come on…” Qin Yue said, holding a tablet, speaking to Chen Cang.

Chen Cang, feeling helpless and on the verge of tears, said, “Sis, I… really can’t do this!”

Qin Yue sighed, “What on earth is wrong with this patient? They’ve been feverish for five or six days straight now. The surgery went so smoothly…”

Indeed, Qin Yue was becoming ever more deeply involved in her department, encountering more patients with a variety of complex and strange diseases.

Chen Cang increasingly felt that he needed to finish his transfer tasks in general surgery as soon as possible; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to complete Qin Xiaotian’s homework.

Qin Yue let out a resigned sigh, “Xiehe really is different, we’re seeing all kinds of strange diseases. I thought my three years of experience in the emergency department would have prepared me to easily face this. But in the end, I found out how little I actually know.”

Chen Cang nodded, “This is the last hope. If we can’t cure them here, the patient will have no hope left!”

Upon saying this, Chen Cang couldn’t help but add, “Let me have another look at his scans, will you?”

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This is the everyday life of a doctor couple. Chen Cang doesn’t feel entirely at ease with the work in the emergency department, but because of the division of labor, the pressure isn’t too overwhelming.

After all, the main task of emergency care isn’t tackling difficult and complex diseases; it’s about saving lives.

Only after life is out of danger, they start to think about treating the illness.

Most of the time in emergencies, either they manage to save the patient, or they lose the patient during the rescue attempt.

These are all normal occurrences.

But specialized departments are different; they aim to make breakthroughs within their areas of expertise.

Therefore, they often encounter a variety of challenging and complex cases.

And Xiehe, as a top medical sanctuary in the country, certainly won’t have patients coming in with just a common appendicitis or cholecystitis. Frankly speaking, doctors here wouldn’t even admit such patients.

That would essentially be a waste of medical resources. The high-level medical teams are here to solve intricate and difficult issues, make breakthroughs, and resolve problems—not to do what any doctor could handle.

The purpose of hierarchical diagnosis and treatment is to reasonably triage patients.

Therefore, when Qin Yue arrived at the general surgery department of Xiehe, to be honest, she felt some pressure.

The conditions of the patients here were complex, and there was often the risk of death.

After coming back in the evening, Qin Yue would record everything about her patients, refer to materials, and try to understand them as much as possible.

As a result, Chen Cang was also facing more and more pressure now.

This won’t do, he has to speed up his progress in general surgery, otherwise, Qin Xiaotian might change his idol.

Life continued as usual every day, but the only difference was that Chen Cang had to help Xiao Qin with her studies every night when he returned home.

This isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

But then, Chen Cang suddenly thought of someone, He Daejin and Yu Zhiquiang, the couple who were both directors of cardiac surgery—one at 301 and the other at 302—and fellow disciples, such a relationship must have led to some turbulent scenes at home.

Probably even discussing whose atrium was more dilated than the other’s in their sleep.

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Every Tuesday morning, there’s a major ward round, and these rounds could basically resolve any issue within the morning.

There were many patients, six groups, over a hundred beds—all of which needed to be checked once, and even with Dr. Yu moving fast, it took a whole morning.

Right after the rounds, Dr. Yu received a phone call about a special surgery and hurried off.

By Tuesday noon, everyone would have their lunch while rushing to write medical orders, which was a characteristic of the emergency center.

Luckily, the division of labor was clear. The bed-managing doctors were mostly residents, and though their work was busy, it wasn’t as demanding as the emergency team, which had to constantly run about and participate in rescues.

Around two in the afternoon, suddenly, several people rushed into the emergency crying and causing a commotion in the lobby!

“Is this how you discharge our child after what happened?”

“Right after discharge, he suddenly got a high fever. You are being too irresponsible.”

“I said the child hasn’t stabilized yet, he shouldn’t be discharged, he shouldn’t be discharged, but you insisted on discharging us. Now look what happened, you are really irresponsible.”

A woman, looking very competent and experienced, was accusing a nurse in the lobby.

The nurse patiently explained, “I’m sorry, the discharge was the doctor’s order, we couldn’t do anything about it.”

The woman, dressed sharply, replied, “Okay, let’s not talk about that now. Just hurry up and treat the child. I’m worried to death. You guys, ah… sigh!”

He Lán didn’t mean to make a fuss; she was truly at her wit’s end. She and her husband were out-of-towners making a living in the capital, got married at 33, had a child at 35, and were considered high-risk for her age. Indeed, she had almost encountered complications during childbirth due to her age.

They cared for the child meticulously, not spoiling him, but managing him carefully, afraid of making any mistakes.

The middle-aged man beside her was silent, his face dark with anger.

Both highly educated talents, settling down and living in the capital showed their capabilities.

The on-duty doctor was Zhang Yuan. He rushed out, “What’s wrong?”

The man, somewhat angry, said, “The child started getting a fever right after being discharged, his stomach hurts. We checked his temperature at the pharmacy downstairs, and it reached 39.4 degrees Celsius. What kind of mess are you making?”

“I really don’t know how you did the surgery to end up like this!”

“Moreover, you were rushing us to discharge on the third day after the surgery. What are we to you? Did we come here to trade goods? Once the deal is done, we have to leave?”

Seeing her husband getting angry, He Lán stopped making a scene, but her words conveyed both urgency and fear, “Doctor, please take a look quickly. He’s been feverish all morning. We both had to work and left him alone at home, and he was delirious with fever when we came back at noon!”

Hearing this, Zhang Yuan promptly admitted the patient into the emergency room.

Then he asked a nurse to contact the chief surgeon who had operated on the child.

After all, with such an incident, the chief surgeon and the attending doctor at the time would know the patient’s condition best.

At that moment, Li Yue and Chen Cang, who were out on an emergency call, froze when they heard the phone.

“Brother Yue, what’s wrong?” Recently, to increase the progress of his tasks, Chen Cang had been accompanying Li Yue, who was proficient in general surgery, on tasks and surgeries.

Li Yue, wearing glasses and looking quite scholarly, yet decisive when dealing with patients, was a figure Chen Cang was glad to follow.

Li Yue frowned and said, “The little boy from a surgery a few days ago was discharged the day before yesterday after the operation. Today, the family has come back to the hospital saying the child suddenly got a high fever.”

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