Chapter 688: Her words are correct Chapter 688: Her words are correct Fortunately, there are all sorts of advanced instruments that can take the place of physical examination now.
“That’s what he said himself, ‘For me, getting palpated is not as good as getting a CT scan,'” He Guangyou said.
“You listen to him, and you do things the way he wants? Has there been a single day of rounds this week where a physical examination was done?” Tao Zhijie was unsatisfied with the answer from his juniors, his fingers tapping on the table.
A doctor cannot entirely go against their professional standards just because they are following the patient’s wishes; if so, there would be no need for treatment at all.
He Guangyou sighed, admitting his negligence, “Yes, I am–”
“He’s difficult to manage, but you don’t take charge and fail to communicate properly.” Tao Zhijie criticized them forthright, “He throws a tantrum, and you forget you are doctors, throwing a tantrum back at a sick patient?”
The other doctors fell collectively silent.
“Alright, what’s the deal with his complaint about right shoulder pain?”
“It could be cholecystitis.” He Guangyou dared not take it lightly this time, analyzing seriously, “The ultrasound does show he has gallbladder stones, but they’re small, and the cholecystitis is not severe. He’s been on antibiotics for a week, and the blood parameters have decreased; it’s unlikely he’s still in pain.”
“So, what do you say is going on? Why hasn’t his jaundice subsided, and why does he still feel back pain and right shoulder pain?”
“The stone must be stuck in one of the ducts,” Gong Xiangbin said.
“Another ultrasound? Or a CT scan?” Qiu Ruiyun followed, scratching the back of his head, “An angiography?”
Looking at the responses from his team members, Tao Zhijie suddenly recalled the analysis Junior Xie Wanying had given to He Guangyou and the others before.
At first listen, he couldn’t accept her words. He was present, he could see the level of skill his assistants had; saying they were timid was definitely not right.
As far as He Guangyou and Gong Xiangbin were concerned, they were performing normally, with cautious and delicate maneuvering, which is consistent with the style of hepatobiliary surgery.
He didn’t refute her on the spot, because she was new. And as a well-known teaching doctor in the hospital who had trained all kinds of newcomers with not inconsiderable results, his extensive teaching experience meant his attitude was inevitably different from Tan Kelin’s. He wouldn’t rebuke a newcomer lightly, as it’s not beneficial for their development.
What’s the point for a veteran to suppress a newcomer?
Newcomers have energy, and they need ample space and opportunities to fully express themselves and learn.
Therefore, he had considered it, thought it through, planning to explain to her, when the time seemed right and this matter appeared to have passed, that her thinking was influenced by General Surgery Department Two and did not quite match the reality of Hepatobiliary Surgery.
Now, revisiting her comments, he realized he might have been somewhat negligent.
Her first sentence was about his team performing surgery with timidity that morning. The second half of her statement pertained to the use of separation clamps, distinctly different from the first half. Clearly, she halted her second sentence halfway, feeling it was unfair to compare He Guangyou with Tan Kelin. As for the first part about being timid, it was unrelated to Tan Kelin and was her own perspective as a medical student in surgery.
Considering that she had not only witnessed Tan Kelin’s and General Surgery Department Two’s operations but also Cao Yong’s, and knowing that neurosurgery requires even more cautiousness and precision than hepatobiliary surgery does.
Tao Zhijie furrowed his brows, looked up, and his gentle gaze suddenly turned into two sharp beams, landing on Xie Wanying’s face.
Being stared at by Senior Tao, Xie Wanying was startled: It was rare to see such a look from Senior Tao. How did the usually smiling godlike eyes suddenly turn into Teacher Tan’s scalpel-like gaze?