My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points-Chapter 321 - 159: It’s Not About Who is Weaker or Who is Right, You’ve Taught Me a Lesson

Chapter 321 -159: It’s Not About Who is Weaker or Who is Right, You’ve Taught Me a Lesson

Sometimes, we must not over-mystify renowned doctors or experts.

They indeed know more than the average person and are more prominent in their areas of expertise. For some diseases, they can make a diagnosis that is almost spot on just by listening to the symptoms.

By feeling a lump, they know whether it’s malignant or not.

But when faced with complex medical conditions, experts can easily become ‘bricksperts’ (‘expert’ in quotes indicating a reversal of expertise).

They are human too and need to synthesize information such as the patient’s symptoms, physical examination, various test reports, medical history, age, and physical condition, just like any regular doctor.

Wu Baihe is definitely top-notch in the field of neurosurgery within the province.

But for this patient with an extremely complex cause of illness, without Wu Baihe on site and after excluding pulmonary embolism, no hasty conclusions can be made.

Zhou Can, though just a young resident, could determine before angiography that the patient did not have a pulmonary embolism, which shows he has made a significant breakthrough.

His diagnostic reasoning is clearer than others.

At this time, it would be extremely prudent for Director Kuang to heed Zhou Can’s diagnostic advice.

“Shenfeng, did you hear what I said?” Wu Baihe asked again when he did not get a response from Kuang Shenfeng.

“I hear you, I hear you! Do you really think it’s safe to let a young resident take command of this?”

Kuang Shenfeng didn’t understand why Wu Baihe would make such a decision.

The patient’s life was hanging by a thread, and present at the scene were many attending physicians, associate directors, director-level doctors, and even a returned scholar like Du Leng, but Wu Baihe insisted he should follow Zhou Can’s advice.

He was especially baffled.

“Don’t underestimate anyone. He’s not an ordinary young resident. Eight months ago, a pregnant woman in shock was treated in the Emergency Department, and Tu Ya almost mobilized all top doctors from internal medicine, surgery, and obstetrics for a joint consultation. Director Xie and I were there, as were Director Tan and Director Yin from Internal Medicine and Director Zhang from obstetrics, all of whom personally attended.”

“The fact that so many heavyweight director-level physicians were at a loss and that it was ultimately Zhou Can who successfully diagnosed the cause of the illness is something I still remember vividly to this day. I still find it extremely shocking when I think back on it. If you trust me, don’t hesitate any longer and ask him humbly for advice right away.”

Wu Baihe would never mention this to anyone else.

Because it’s not something to be proud of that so many director-level physicians were outperformed by a young resident.

“Is he… really that amazing?”

Kuang Shenfeng sneaked a glance at Zhou Can.

“Aren’t you already convinced by what you’ve just witnessed?”

Having said that, Wu Baihe hung up the phone.

Kuang Shenfeng’s expression changed dramatically. It was a blow to his pride to seek advice from a young resident!

But previously, before the CT pulmonary angiogram was performed, Zhou Can had asserted that the patient did not have a pulmonary embolism, and he was right. This made Kuang Shenfeng view him in a new light and discard any contempt he might have had.

There was the patient who might die at any moment on one hand, and his pride on the other.

He gritted his teeth back and forth.

In the end, he bit the bullet, stood up, and walked towards Zhou Can.

“Dr. Zhou, I was too obstinate before and did not heed your diagnostic advice, I apologize to you.” He was very aware that only by apologizing to Zhou Can first and gaining his forgiveness could he fully engage Zhou Can’s help in rescuing the patient.

“Director Kuang, that’s a bit much. I’m just a young resident, it’s normal for my diagnostic suggestions to be overlooked. I didn’t take it to heart at all.”

Zhou Can genuinely didn’t mean to embarrass Kuang Shenfeng.

He truly didn’t mind his diagnostic opinion being ignored.

If anything were to go wrong with the patient, it was Kuang Shenfeng who would take the blame, not him.

“Cough… I mean… the patient has been determined not to have a pulmonary embolism. Just like Dr. Zhou predicted. Could you share your diagnostic conclusion? Without identifying the cause, we can’t rescue the patient, who is really at the brink of death.”

As Kuang Shenfeng spoke these words, he wished he could, like an ostrich, bury his head in the sand.

It was too embarrassing.

His status was almost equivalent to being the chief disciple of Director Wu’s team.

And now he had to swallow his pride and ask for advice from an out-group young resident; where does this leave his face as an associate director?

Whose position is the highest in the hospital?

It’s neither the dean nor the patients, let alone their families or the doctors.

It is life that reigns supreme.

Whoever can save the patient’s life, whoever can help the patients recover their health, that person is the boss.

Zhou Can watched as Kuang Shenfeng nervously babbled, feeling particularly elated inside.

Let this guy be arrogant and look down on people.

Now isn’t he humbly seeking help?

“First, let me explain my diagnostic thought process. The patient has been in a coma for a long time and bedridden. After undergoing a tracheostomy, it’s very likely for him to develop pulmonary infections and atelectasis. The appearance of wheezing and shortness of breath would lead any experienced doctor to suspect lung issues. However, from some subtle symptoms and the patient’s family situation, I immediately ruled out the possibility of pulmonary embolism.”

“Because a bedridden patient with pulmonary embolism would show symptoms of venous thrombosis in the legs. But this patient’s legs appear quite normal.”

With this explanation from Zhou Can, the other doctors had an epiphany.

“Ai ya, I thought so! Both the color and the veins in the patient’s legs look good. How could it be pulmonary venous thrombosis? I doubted it at the time.”