Chapter 1796: 1796: Thunderclap

Chapter 1796: Chapter 1796: Thunderclap

What? What did you say? Who are you trying to fool? Are you trying to fool the leadership? I’m your leader, if I can’t tell what you’re doing, how can I lead you?

Director Fang didn’t need to say much; several sharp glances struck Doctor Zhou’s face, like electric drills trying to drill into Doctor Zhou’s mind. Beads of cold sweat formed on Doctor Zhou’s forehead.

“Doctor Zhou.” Director Fang knocked on the clipboard again, like a mother urging her child to repent and change.

Doctor Zhou turned and got back to work, drawing medication to give the patient additional anesthesia.

As the medication entered the catheter, the patient’s groans gradually ceased.

All the surgeons breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to continue the operation.

Only Doctor Zhou couldn’t relax, instead, more sweat poured down his forehead, like a torrential rain.

This outcome just confirmed the terrible mistake he had just made.

“Doctor Zhou.” Director Fang’s tone was blunt as he issued orders to Doctor Zhou, “Come to my office after the surgery, we need to have a serious talk.”

Being summoned by leadership for a talk is never a good thing.

Doctor Zhou hurried over to the leader to defend himself: “Director Fang, you weren’t here earlier, you don’t know this patient’s situation.”

“What’s the patient’s condition?”

“She’s older and her heart is not in good condition, so some medication doses must be controlled.”

“Fine. Tell me, what did you just do? Did you give her more drugs that caused her heart problem?” Director Fang questioned him with suppressed anger.

If you’re capable, would you dare say that I, as your leader, forced you to give the patient more drugs to make them die? Would you dare, Doctor Zhou?

Doctor Zhou didn’t dare to say, panting heavily, regretting that he should have stood firm earlier instead of hastily administering medication to the patient.

Seeing what the other was thinking, Director Fang almost burst with fury on the spot, his voice nearly trembling as he spoke to him: “Doctor Zhou, if the person lying on this operating table now was your own mother, what would you feel?!”

The leadership couldn’t believe the hospital had produced such a doctor who had lost all compassion for patients. How can such a person still be a doctor?

Director Fang’s words were like a thunderclap, awakening Doctor Zhou’s soul, turning his face deathly pale, and making his body slightly wobbly.

Director Fang was deeply distressed: “Doctor Zhou, have you forgotten what your job here is? Have you forgotten why you entered this profession over twenty years ago?”

He forgot, truly forgot. He only remembered the ridicule and sarcasm he received every time anesthesia was mentioned. It seemed like every day he was doing repetitive work, work with very little difference, to the point where he forgot what he was actually doing.

Reaching a certain age, achieving another academic breakthrough is tougher than making money.

“Alright, I’ll later discuss this matter with President Xiao and your anesthesiology department head.” Director Fang’s tone was very heavy, fully aware of the seriousness of this issue.

“Director Fang.” Doctor Zhou panicked, trying to plead for himself, “I didn’t, I really didn’t mean—”

It was just a moment of numbness, other thoughts had taken precedence.

“Go back and do your work properly. Right now, in your current position, if this patient doesn’t get off the operating table safely, neither President Xiao, your department head, nor I can protect you.” Director Fang told him meaningfully, waving his hand to let him get back to work.