My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points-Chapter 320 - 158: The terminally ill patient might be waiting for an accident, listen to Zhou Can’s_3

Spouting such nonsense deserves a lightning strike from the heavens.

"Are you suggesting?"

Dr. Kuang’s tone was ice-cold.

He was always arrogant and looked down on the few doctors under Director Wen from the bottom of his heart.

Zhou Can’s words undoubtedly struck a raw nerve.

The words "medical malpractice" were the four words Dr. Kuang currently dreaded hearing the most.

"He likely doesn’t have pulmonary embolism. If you indeed treated him for it, that would certainly be medical malpractice," Zhou Can asserted calmly, utterly indifferent to the disdainful gazes of the other doctors.

After hearing this, Dr. Kuang’s face turned even colder.

His gaze at Zhou Can was full of scorn and aversion.

"Director Wen, let’s first take the patient to get a CT angiography. Once we determine the nature and severity of the pulmonary embolism, we can ask for your help to assist with the rescue," Dr. Kuang said, clearly dismissing Zhou Can’s diagnostic opinion as worthless.

It was only out of respect for Director Wen’s presence that he did not lash out.

"Alright!"

Director Wen naturally would not object.

He had come over to help in the first place.

He would undoubtedly prioritize the host’s treatment plan. Frankly speaking, if the patient could not be resuscitated or an accident occurred, he could just leave with his group of doctors without any liability.

"Are you absolutely certain that the patient doesn’t have a pulmonary embolism, Dr. Zhou?"

Director Wen highly valued Zhou Can’s opinion.

In the past two months, Zhou Can had demonstrated distinctive views in several consultations, with a hundred percent accuracy rate.

Zhou Can’s diagnostic reasoning was very different from the norm.

"It’s unlikely to be a pulmonary embolism. Some superficial symptoms may look like it, but intuitively, it might be related to the lungs, not the primary cause," Zhou Can had his own conviction.

He never followed the diagnosis of a highly ranked or authoritative doctor in the medical field blindly.

"Let’s wait for the patient’s test results to come out! Meanwhile, we can look at the patient’s previous examination records to understand the cause and history of the illness."

Director Wen called several people into a nearby conference room to consult with the patient’s medical records and test reports.

At this moment, one could see that there was some division between the groups.

Their foursome sat in the small conference room discussing the patient’s underlying cause, while the group led by Dr. Kuang and Du Leng sat on the other side, engaging in their discussions.

Director Wen and Zhou Can’s group were questioning where the patient’s actual illness lay.

Dr. Kuang and Du Leng were discussing how to respond once the pulmonary embolism test results came in.

Sending the patient to the operating room for interventional surgery entailed quite a significant risk.

They definitely needed to communicate well with the family first.

As long as they could help the patient through this hurdle, Dr. Kuang’s negligence and the subsequent responsibility could be glossed over.

Soon, the results of the angiography came in.

The CT showed pleural effusion, but the CTA did not find an obvious pulmonary embolism. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The patient’s blood circulation was poor.

It was a normal condition for bedridden patients suffering long from illness, with stagnant qi and blood stasis.

This result greatly surprised everyone.

At this point, Dr. Kuang thought back to what Zhou Can had said earlier.

With so many doctors involved in the rescue, only Zhou Can had diagnosed that it wasn’t pulmonary embolism.

"Dr. Kuang, the patient’s breathing has weakened even more after the check. The systolic blood pressure has already fallen below 110. I’m afraid he can’t last much longer. Should we send him back to the ICU, or what should we do?"

In such circumstances, sending the patient back to the ICU for resuscitation didn’t mean much.

Without finding the cause, the patient would still die.

No matter how advanced the ICU’s equipment, it was not a panacea.

Those who have worked in the ICU understand that patients are hooked up to all sorts of expensive medical equipment, but the alarms of the life monitors still go off one after another.

Each alarm that sounded signified a critical situation.

Without timely intervention, it wouldn’t matter whether it’s a ventilator or even ECMO, or even the most expensive medication—death could come at any moment.

Hearing this bad news, Dr. Kuang felt as if he had heard the tolling of a death knell.

Gone was his previous arrogance and composure.

Cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead, his eyes betraying panic.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Wu Baihe’s number.

Quickly updating him on the situation.

"Teacher, now that we’ve found out the patient doesn’t have pulmonary embolism, what should we do? The patient’s breathing has become very weak, and the systolic blood pressure has dropped below 110," Dr. Kuang first sought help from Wu Baihe, indicating his deep lack of trust in Director Wen.

Concerning his career and fate, he only trusted Wu Baihe.

In his heart, Wu Baihe was akin to a godly figure.

"Did I hear that Dr. Zhou diagnosed that the patient does not have a pulmonary embolism?" Wu Baihe was well-informed, even knowing the situation on the scene.

"Mhm!"

Dr. Kuang responded with difficulty.

Regardless of whether he admitted it, reality had slapped him hard.

The things Zhou Can said, although harsh truths, were all correct.

"I’m already on my way back to the hospital, about twenty minutes out. To be honest, with such a tricky condition, I might not be able to manage it well even if I were there. Listen to Dr. Zhou. Whatever he tells you to do, just do it. That might be the only chance," Wu Baihe surprisingly said such words, leaving Dr. Kuang utterly stunned.