The most crucial point is that Zheng Xianjue lacks confidence.
If it were saving a regular person, he wouldn’t feel such ntal pressure, but performing surgery on this particular person, it’s impossible not to feel pressure, and he can’t just treat it like any other case.
If he manages to save them, he might get acquainted with the person now lying on the bed.
But if he fails to save them, he’ll be in trouble, whether he likes it or not, he will have to take responsibility.
"Director, why not transfer them to Lingshui?" Zheng Xianjue gritted his teeth and said.
"Nonsense!"
Zhang Jiwei almost exploded with anger at this suggestion, pointing at Zheng Xianjue and bursting out, "Is this your treatnt plan? Zheng Xianjue, you are at least the Chief of Cardiology, others might say this, but it’s inappropriate for you to say it, right?
Don’t let the person’s identity pressurize you, treat it as you normally would, you have the capability, your Coronary Artery Stent Implantation skills aren’t weaker than those in Lingshui, there’s no reason to send them to Lingshui.
Moreover..."
Zhang Jiwei took a breath: "Do you think given the patient’s current state, they can endure the journey to Lingshui for ergency treatnt? From Yong City to Lingshui, it takes more than two hours even in the best conditions, if there’s traffic, it could take three to four hours, and now it’s almost rush hour, transferring them from Yong City to Lingshui, who knows what could happen on the way, would we be able to escape responsibility then?
Besides, even if they actually make it to Lingshui and are healed there, do you think you bear no responsibility?
By then, how would this person see our City First Hospital? Have you thought about this? This person oversees us as the Deputy Director."
Zheng Xianjue didn’t respond.
Exactly!
This person oversees them as the Deputy Director.
Unless they are healed here, in any case, they can’t escape responsibility, and if they can endure to Lingshui and get treated there, City First Hospital should brace for the person’s thunderous anger.
A few in City First Hospital would inevitably face demotion, especially in the cardiology departnt, Zheng Xianjue, the Chief of Cardiology, might not want to stay and could be demoted thoroughly.
And Zhang Jiwei, the director, wouldn’t escape a serious conversation.
In any case, City First Hospital would suffer a substantial blow.
Seeing Zheng Xianjue fall into silence, Zhang Jiwei waved his hand and looked directly at Huang Beishan and the others standing on the outskirts at the mont: "Old Huang, don’t just stand there, do you have any way to wake this person up?"
"Let’s start by checking the pulse, this person’s condition looks quite severe, I’m not certain we can be of help with traditional Chinese dicine, but we can try, at the very least we need to stop the pain."
"Go ahead, everyone take a look, offer any opinions you have, if traditional Chinese dicine can help, we’ll fully cooperate, saving the patient is the priority."
Huang Beishan and the others nodded, while Zheng Xianjue and his colleagues made way for them to approach Ji Huan’s bedside. Seeing the tornted Ji Huan on the bed, they didn’t care too much and quickly proceeded to examine the patient’s condition.
Zhang Jiwei also knew that the traditional Chinese dicine process of observing, slling, questioning, and feeling the pulse takes ti, and the patient couldn’t speak now, making diagnosis more difficult. Fortunately, Western dical equipnt had already confird the patient’s condition and provided clues to Huang Beishan and others.
After a while, Huang Beishan stood up first and said: "The patient’s condition is more serious than I imagined, relying only on dication won’t work, acupuncture is absolutely necessary, combining needles and dicine to buy us precious ti for diagnosis and treatnt."
"Acupuncture?"
"Then let’s use it."
Zhang Jiwei said urgently, even though he wasn’t a Chinese dicine doctor, he knew that acupuncture, though seemingly mystical, is effective, often achieving remarkable results for so complicated conditions, so he naturally wouldn’t look down on traditional Chinese dicine just because he’s a Western doctor. Sotis, skilled Chinese dicine practitioners can be even more effective.
Huang Beishan and his colleagues exchanged glances, communicated with their eyes, then looked at Zhang Jiwei, shaking his head, he said: "Old Zhang, to be straightforward, we are all skilled in internal dicine, but acupuncture isn’t our strong suit. Although we understand it, saying that we can use acupuncture in this situation is overestimating us.
But without acupuncture, relying solely on dication, it will be challenging to achieve the best effect, and we will still struggle to buy ti for treatnt."
"Then get soone skilled in acupuncture here!"
Zhang Jiwei broke out in a sweat, clenching his fists in anxiety: "Doesn’t Old Zhou from the United South Chinese dicine Association specialize in this? Didn’t you invite him over?"
At this point, Zhang Jiwei glanced at Zheng Xianjue.
"No." Zheng Xianjue shook his head.
Zhang Jiwei knew it wasn’t ti for bla, besides, he had handled the Chinese dicine contacts himself, he didn’t expect acupuncture would be necessary to save the patient.
"Old Zheng, start the treatnt, I’ll call Old Zhou and have him rush over."
Zhang Jiwei imdiately gave the order, emphasizing quick action, while contacting the other party.
Zheng Xianjue, though under imnse pressure now, could only grit his teeth and proceed.
And right in front of everyone, Zhang Jiwei dialed Zhou Jiande’s number: "Old Zhou, are you available? Co to City First Hospital, take a taxi directly here, we have an important patient needing your acupuncture to buy us treatnt ti, the sooner the better."
Zhang Jiwei rattled off like a machine gun, catching Zhou Jiande off guard.
"No, Old Zhang, I’m not in Yong City, today I’m off and ca to Lingshui with my family, who’s unwell to make you so anxious?"
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