Chapter 506 - 506 506 The family regretted it

Chapter 506: [506] The family regretted it Chapter 506: [506] The family regretted it “Being too modest isn’t always a good thing,” Tao Zhijie said with a slight squint and a smile in response to her answer.

In the same hospital, departments like General Surgery Department Two and Hepatobiliary Surgery often interacted with each other due to patient relations. The doctors of General Surgery Department Two, with their technical abilities, couldn’t escape the discerning eyes of the Hepatobiliary Surgery experts.

Whether Sun Yubo had the capability or not, He Guangyou, who had been observing and listening on the side, understood it just as clearly as Tao Zhijie did.

Take for example the consultation request form that General Surgery Department Two handed over to them, including the handwriting, syntax, and phrasing—it was all impossible to have originated from Sun Yubo’s mind. Sun Yubo lacked the clarity and speed in writing organization. Everyone knew that Sun Yubo would panic when faced with emergencies, losing all sense of direction.

Like now, Sun Yubo was making a phone call, his head hung low under Teacher Shixu’s reprimand.

“Such a big issue, Director Shen’s patient, and you didn’t call me right away? You think you can handle it on your own? Since when did you become so confident? Who did you say called you to inform Director Shen?”

“Tao Zhijie.”

“Did he come? Did he rush here from home?”

“He just happened to be in the hospital and hadn’t left yet tonight. After receiving our request for consultation, he brought someone over.”

After listening, Shixu probably was rubbing his head on the other end of the line. If the Hepatobiliary Surgery Buddha had spoken, it proved that the patient’s life was at stake.

“They didn’t notice during the day, and you found out during your rounds at night?”

“Yes, later Yingying mentioned that his skin was a bit yellow, and I thought so too. Tonight, after admitting two more patients, by the time we finished, it was very late. We had only asked the Hepatobiliary Surgery staff to scare the patient’s family into opening the door for our night rounds. Who knew that—”

“When did you notice his skin was a bit yellow?”

“A little after nine.”

“You found him unconscious at—”

“Around one o’clock.”

It is a hospital’s night-time rule that medical personnel must perform regular rounds, particularly nurses, who need to visit the wards every one to two hours throughout the night to promptly detect any suspicious conditions in patients. Now that the family had locked the ward door, they might have delayed the discovery of the patient’s condition by perhaps three or four hours.

Once acute liver failure reaches a certain stage, it is very difficult to reverse if detected late.

“Transfer to Hepatobiliary Surgery.”

“They said there are no beds available, Teacher Shi. He might need the ICU. If the ICU also doesn’t have beds available temporarily—”

“I’m heading back. You do everything possible to maintain the patient’s vital signs until then.”

Here, the teachers and senior brothers were making phone calls. Xie Wanying waited quietly for the next instructions when suddenly someone approached her.

“Dr. Xie.” The person began to read the name on the badge on her chest compartmentalisingly.

Turning around, Xie Wanying saw it was the sister of the patient who had been added to the bed. Unsure of her intentions and whether there could be an issue with the patient, she asked, “Is the patient still uncomfortable?”

“No, he’s not uncomfortable anymore. My brother said his chest doesn’t hurt now—I just asked him, and he told me himself. He’s very grateful to you and asked me to come over and say thank you,” said the patient’s sister.

Just fifteen minutes earlier, the same person had cursed at her, threatened to file a complaint, and had made personal threats against her. Now, her attitude had done a complete one-eighty? Xie Wanying was slightly surprised and asked, “Are you sure he’s alright?”

“Yes, yes, he’s fine,” said the patient’s sister, waving her hand dismissively, then followed up with an embarrassed apology, “I’m sorry, Dr. Xie. I spoke too harshly earlier. I was anxious at the time and got emotional; I shouldn’t have cursed at you.”

“It’s good that the patient is okay. If you feel uncomfortable again, please come find us. We will check on him again after we finish with the other patients here,” Xie Wanying said, treating all patients equally.