Chapter 290: Chapter 290
"Dr. Liu, how was my assistant work today?" Qing Kewa asked seriously as she walked out.
Liu Banxia glanced at her. "You did very well. Why do you ask?"
"Then why didn’t you praise me?" Qing Kewa asked again.
Liu Banxia laughed. "Your skills are already superior to theirs, so there’s no need for praise. It probably has to do with the educational style in your home country; you had more hands-on opportunities than them."
Upon hearing his words, Qing Kewa beamed. However, the others who received praise today felt a bit melancholic amidst their happiness.
Well, it probably had something to do with Liu Banxia’s system of praise: he gave it out plentifully, yet sparingly.
As he had just stated, if he thought you should already be at a certain level of skill, he wouldn’t praise you, no matter how well you completed the task.
Receiving praise is a delightful thing, proof that one’s abilities have improved and progressed. However, it also indirectly signified that there was still a slight gap between you and others in that aspect.
"Has Wu Dongcheng’s family arrived?" Liu Banxia asked into his walkie-talkie after stepping outside.
"Over here, over here! I’m his wife." Wu Dongcheng’s wife rushed over, accompanied by who appeared to be their daughter.
"The surgery was very successful," Liu Banxia explained. "The necrotic part of the small intestine was completely removed. And because the operation was timely, no perforation or leakage occurred."
"Our preliminary inspection of the necrotic section of the small intestine revealed it was caused by a clot that detached from a cardiovascular vessel and traveled into the blood vessels of the small intestine, leading to ischemic necrosis."
"However, caution will be needed in the future, considering this has occurred once. We’ll prescribe appropriate medication to manage it. With proper care, there’s a high chance of preventing such incidents from happening again."
"Oh, by the way, less than 35 centimeters of the small intestine was necrotic. Its removal will not significantly impact the patient’s life. After a period of recuperation, he should be pretty much back to normal."
"Thank you, doctor, thank you." Wu Dongcheng’s wife could only express her gratitude. After thanking him, she stayed by her husband’s side, who had yet to fully regain consciousness.
"Li Hao, you’ll be in charge of this patient’s post-operative care. Go with them now. When you’re done, meet us in the cafeteria," Liu Banxia instructed.
Because there were fewer inpatients in the emergency department at the time, they weren’t as burdened as other departments where one person was responsible for several patients. It was more like a one-on-one VIP service.
This emergency surgery had delayed their lunch. Even though it was already past two in the afternoon, the cafeteria wasn’t deserted. These were all people whose morning surgeries had been delayed by unexpected situations.
"Ah, Banxia, it’s been a while!" Chen Jianxin greeted him as Liu Banxia reached the food-serving counter.
"Dr. Chen, that’s not very considerate of you! How long has it been since you last visited our emergency department?" Liu Banxia said.
"Why would I need to go? Your emergency department doesn’t need my help now. How have things been with you lately?" Chen Jianxin asked.
"It’s basically the same as before; we’re all waiting to move to the new building. Things have been relatively quiet recently—only four surgeries in the last ten days," Liu Banxia replied.
"I heard you sorted things out with Old Qin and Qi?" Chen Jianxin asked curiously.
Liu Banxia looked a bit helpless. "I don’t know how these rumors get started. Old Qin works at Dazheng; how could I sort things out for him? As for Doctor Qi, I’d just be grateful if he could work without any issues."
"You don’t have many surgeries left in your department, right? Director Zhou is mainly focused on general surgery now. We all feel like adopted kids over here."
"Plenty of people would love to be ’adopted kids’ like you. Once you move to the new building, Director Zhou will likely focus more on the emergency department," Chen Jianxin commented.
"But I’ve heard the leadership is quite satisfied with your work in the emergency department. Your future career prospects are truly marvelous. Congratulations in advance!"
"Please, don’t praise me. It’s only because there aren’t many patients right now. If the patient load increases, I’ll definitely be overwhelmed," Liu Banxia replied with a wry smile.
"I’m already worried about work once we’re in the new building. The doctors transferring from other departments will all be senior attendings. How am I, a junior resident, supposed to communicate effectively with them?" Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
"It’s not like with you guys. We’ve known each other for so long, and you all indulge me, even if I’m a bit mischievous. Who else would put up with my ways?"
"Don’t think like that. You may be a resident physician now, but you’ll be an attending after your exam next year. Seniority—sometimes it’s important, and sometimes it means nothing," Chen Jianxin chuckled.
"Your skills are obvious. Who would dare use seniority to find fault with you? It’s all about ability these days. Don’t overthink it. Just work diligently, and everything will be fine. No one’s a fool, so you can relax."
Liu Banxia laughed. If only that were true, he thought. He’d never considered flaunting his abilities or bullying anyone. All he wanted was to do his job safely and steadily, get through the year without any major incidents or medical disputes. That would be enough.
Upon returning to the emergency department, his thoughts lingered on his parents. He then secretly sent a message to Qiaoqiao. Judging by her response, she seemed to have had a very satisfying day.
"His condition looks very good now. There shouldn’t be any issues with the surgery at five o’clock this afternoon." After arriving at Han’s room, Liu Banxia conducted a brief checkup.
"Dr. Liu, I can’t thank you enough," Han’s wife said.
"There’s no need to thank me; we’re not doing this for free. We get paid, so we must provide good service. If you want to thank someone, you should thank Brother Qu," Liu Banxia said with a chuckle.
"What did we do? We were just here to keep him company. We wanted to have lunch with you, but we heard you had another surgery," Manager Qu said.
"We just finished eating too. There’s no set mealtime at the hospital, especially in the Emergency Department. You never know what kind of urgent situation might pop up."
"We were incredibly idle a few days ago, but today we were swamped. Now, things have quieted down again. After the surgery, a few days of observation in the hospital will be sufficient, and then he can get back to his usual routine."
"Dr. Liu, can’t you perform his surgery too?" Han’s wife asked.
"I’m afraid I can’t. We’re like traffic police; each of us handles a specific section," Liu Banxia replied with a smile.
"Besides, Han’s deep vein thrombosis in his lower extremity doesn’t require surgical removal. It’s not that severe. We just need to manage it to prevent any clots from detaching and traveling to his lungs."
"This is also due to the unique aspects of his condition; we daren’t use a high dosage of blood thinners. So, our primary focus is on management. If the thrombus causes greater discomfort in the future, when treatment becomes unavoidable, we’ll figure out how to deal with it then."
"It really shows that having connections helps. If this were another hospital, they might have just gone ahead with a full-blown procedure for everything," Manager Qu remarked.
"Haha, I wouldn’t say that exactly. At least here at our Second Hospital, we always put the patient’s condition first," Liu Banxia said, brushing it off with a laugh.
"One of the things our director and the hospital leadership often say is, ’There’s no best treatment, only the most appropriate one.’ Perhaps some smaller hospitals might resort to overtreatment due to having fewer patients, but that won’t happen here."
"Such situations are rare and tend to occur more often in private hospitals. My advice to you, no matter which hospital you go to, is to first choose to trust your doctors."
"The patient I operated on today ended up with 30 centimeters of his small intestine necrotized because he chose to conceal some information. As a result, 35 centimeters had to be removed."
"Alright, I have to go downstairs and keep an eye on things. Even though I won’t be in the operating room myself, the two lead surgeons I’ve arranged are much more skilled than I am. It’s actually a minor operation; it just sounds scarier than it is."
Even though Liu Banxia said this, Han’s wife was very grateful and escorted him out of the room.
The reason she could ask such informed questions when she arrived was indeed that a friend of a friend is a doctor. She had later relayed Han’s situation to them, and that person had praised Liu Banxia extensively.
If they had followed the standard procedures for thrombolysis and thrombus fragmentation, Han would have had a high probability of not surviving the operation. The fact that Liu Banxia had considered this factor right from when he first admitted Han was truly impressive.
The subsequent time was a bit dull. Liu Banxia had nothing to do but read. At five o’clock, Han was wheeled into the operating room.
Although he didn’t need to participate in the surgery, he accompanied Han into the operating room. After all, showing face for Han was showing face for Manager Qu, and that, in turn, reflected well on Qiaoqiao.
At a quarter past six in the evening, Liu Banxia received a text message. It was from Liang Xiaolin: the surgery was successful, and there had been no cerebral hemorrhage.
DING! Patient treatment completed
Acquired Experience Points: 300, Diagnostics Skill Proficiency: 200
Acquired Experience Points: 500, Diagnostics Skill Proficiency: 300, Glory Points: 8
Congratulations to the host on leveling up to 41, 83,835/88,230, Acquired Attribute Points: 1, Glory Points: 5
Liu Banxia was moved. It seemed the task evaluation now considered not only the initial consultation and referral but also the follow-up situation. Otherwise, this task reward wouldn’t have been issued just now.
It had been quite a while since his last level-up. How many days had passed? He had only just barely managed to gain this single level.
Liu Banxia: Level 41, 83,835/88,230
Title: Excellent Surgeon
Mental: 67 (Understanding, Memory, Focus enhanced by 19.64%)
Agility: 70 (Stability, Speed, Touch Sensitivity enhanced by 29.63%)
Strength: 57 (Physical Strength, Instrument Mastery, Instrument Effectiveness enhanced by 32.56%)
Endurance: 49 (Resilience, Stamina enhanced by 25.64%)
Dressing Change Technique: Level 3, 25,039/49,999
Suturing Technique: Level 3, 26,953/49,999
Diagnostics: Level 3, 48,566/49,999
Looking at his attribute panel, Liu Banxia felt a twinge of bitterness. It seemed that in the future, upgrading these basic skills and leveling up would solely depend on hard work.
That was probably the true purpose of this enhancement system—to serve mainly as an auxiliary tool. If I want to gain anything, I have to put in the effort myself.
Reap without sowing? Forget about a door; there wasn’t even a window for that.