"Probably pierced a vein. Let me do it!"
Director Wen spoke gently, without any hint of blame.
Such behavior considerably lowered Zhou Can's opinion of Director Wen.
Not every head physician has an upright and rigorous work ethic.
Only a few, like Dr. Ou, Dr. Xu from the Emergency Department, and Director Shen from the Orthopedics Department, are known for their integrity and rigor.
Especially in recent years, with the aggressive infiltration of the Putian hospital networks and their rapid development.
Many hospitals' departments have been contracted out to doctors from this network. Those people are ruthless exploiters.
It's those people who excel at generating revenue, turning patients into ATMs, paving their way with money, that have become a malignant tumor in China's medical community, difficult to eradicate.
What's more terrifying is that doctors who once held themselves in high esteem have been dragged down into the mire, even implementing similar practices.
Over-medicalization, telling healthy people they're sick, subjecting hospital patients to an array of unnecessary tests and surgeries, prescribing the most expensive materials and medicines not covered by health insurance.
Even inducing patients to purchase various nutritional supplements with no medicinal value.
These practices have spread throughout the medical community.
Countless patients have been harmed by them.
Zhou Can couldn't be sure if Director Wen's work ethic was poor. However, his subordinate's mistake of piercing a patient's vein without a word of reproach is highly unusual.
Unless this female doctor is his daughter, such leniency would be improbable.
Under normal circumstances, if a subordinate makes a mistake during a procedure, the lead surgeon would, at the very least, issue a warning, even if they didn't scold them.
Director Wen's gaze swept over and settled on Zhou Can.
Because, in the operating room, this unfamiliar young doctor was not one of his students. Assigning grunt work would obviously be given priority to such a person.
"You clean the skin at the root of the patient's other thigh!"
The puncture in that thigh's femoral artery had failed, and for safety, it's preferable to switch to the other leg in the short term.
Zhou Can diligently stepped forward to clean the skin for the patient.
He had done this countless times before.
"Director Wen, it's ready!"
He finished cleaning the skin and stepped away from the operating table.
This position would definitely not be given to a resident to stand in.
Director Wen took over to perform the puncture himself.
The needle went in, and this time, the puncture was successful. But Zhou Can shook his head inwardly after watching his technique.
After all, he was a head physician; theoretically, his skill level should be at least at the level of an associate chief physician.
However, that puncture was at best on par with the lower level of an attending physician.
No wonder the female doctor he trained was incompetent; if the mentor was only this skilled, how could his students be any better?
"Do you see? When puncturing, you must be confident. Both too deep and too shallow can lead to failure."
Director Wen completed the puncture, his face showing a hint of pride.
Then, he proceeded with the catheter from the femoral artery to the abdominal aorta, thoracic aorta, and finally to the arch of the aorta, entering the aneurysmal sac.
Although there were some complications, the process went relatively smoothly.
"Now comes the most critical step, filling the aneurysmal space with a coil through the microcatheter. To complete this step requires testing the doctor's skill in the implantation technique."
As he spoke, he began to insert the first coil.
The entire operation could be clearly seen on the monitor.
The coil did not enter smoothly.
It got stuck at the neck of the aneurysm and couldn't be placed properly.
Director Wen's forehead began to sweat.
"The coil implantation is indeed tricky to manipulate; after practicing for over a decade, I've achieved only modest success."
His effort to explain seemed more like an attempt to save face.
Everyone else watched and learned in silence.
No one dared to speak.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Director Wen's face turned red.
An atmosphere of embarrassment and tension filled the operating room.
Zhou Can watched the entire process and felt that if he were given a chance to step in, he should be able to place the coil inside the aneurysm.
But at this moment, volunteering would only result in a scathing rebuke from Director Wen.
Having a resident step forward when the head physician is struggling to place the coil and say, "Let me try," is something no head physician would likely tolerate.