My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

Chapter 1111 - 438: Bearing the Demeanor of a Commander, Level 6 Medical Skill (Part 2)

In critical moments, someone always has to step up and take charge.

"Right, in the child's previous condition, it's best not to use Rehmannia-containing medications during resuscitation. Otherwise, it could really send them away."

Zhou Can reminded everyone.

In the operating room, people generally avoid saying the word "death."

This is quite a taboo.

Some inexperienced interns, entering the operating room for the first time, would directly ask the teaching doctor what to do if the patient died on the operating table.

At this point, you'd see the teaching doctor with a darkened face, wishing to slap this mouthy intern to death.

If something really went wrong with the surgery, you can guarantee this intern would never enter an operating room again.

Also, when speaking in front of patients, people tend to use euphemisms.

For instance, if a patient has cancer, they would typically use "Ca" as a substitute. If a patient is undergoing a second surgery, they would refer to it as "second time in the palace."

"Zhou Can, can you take the lead?"

Xue Yan looked at him with a pleading gaze.

"Weren't you planning to try challenging the Tetralogy of Fallot? Giving up so soon?" Zhou Can asked as he approached the lead position.

"The risks of this surgery far exceeded my expectations. I'm worried something might go wrong. If I want to practice, I'll find another opportunity next time. There's no need to take risks with such a special patient," Xue Yan calmly analyzed.

"Alright, leave it to me."

Zhou Can always showed great enthusiasm for such Level 4 major surgeries.

He had only assisted Director Hu Kan in performing the Tetralogy of Fallot surgery, making this his first time leading independently.

"Sister Yan, after reaching this stage, the next step is to free the mediastinal pleura on both sides. Be very careful not to ruin it."

Once Zhou Can took over, the surgery's speed noticeably accelerated several times.

"Next, insert the ascending aorta supply vessel, insert the drainage tubes in the superior and inferior vena cava, and establish extracorporeal circulation..."

Nearly three hours later, Zhou Can looked at the surgical masterpiece with satisfaction.

This surgery had minor hitches, but thanks to his efforts, they were successfully navigated, and the main part of the surgery was completed smoothly.

"Who will close the chest?"

"How about you do it? The patient already has low tolerance, and the long open-chest time might be detrimental to prognosis. This surgery is the first similar surgery we've done in Cardiothoracic Surgery in a year. So, I want stability."

Xue Yan's concerns as a director were understandable.

Once you take charge, you realize the importance of even the smallest things.

After becoming the department director, she had to be responsible for the entire department's future and fate. So she had a lot more to consider than most.

The two Resident Doctors were eager to try and wanted to seize this opportunity to close the chest.

However, after Xue Yan mentioned prioritizing stability, they voluntarily gave up the idea of trying.

"Dr. Zhou's surgical speed is top-notch, and he closes the chest well and quickly. It's already quite late now, and finishing up earlier sounds good to me."

Director Le said with a smile from the side.

"Makes sense. You young folks might hold up, but to be honest, at my age, it's getting harder to endure," Deputy Director Han, who was over fifty, said, sharing similar opinions to Director Hee.

Men are naturally burdened with toil, whether at home or outside, always the main force for heavy labor and skilled work.

Sometimes after getting home from work, no matter how tired, they still need to fulfill their marital duties.

Just two words, "hard life."

Many women often complain about the hardships of doing housework, giving birth, and menstruating every month. If they saw the struggles of men working hard outside, they might not say the same.

Zhou Can quickly finished closing the chest.

[Chest closure successful, awarded Suturing Skill Experience Points +100. Congratulations, your Suturing Skill has advanced to Level 6.]

During the recent internal repair, Zhou Can had earned substantial medical Experience Points rewards.

He never expected at this critical moment, the Suturing Skill advanced to Level 6, becoming his first Director Level medical skill.

Accumulating a full hundred thousand Experience Points truly wasn't easy.

He could clearly feel that his understanding and perception of suturing had evolved immensely. This was unlike any previous upgrades in his medical skills.

Even when his medical skill reached Level 5, achieving the Deputy Director level, he only faintly felt he could glimpse higher medical mysteries. But that feeling was uncomfortable, like seeing a beauty through frosted glass.

You couldn't tell how beautiful she truly was, only vaguely seeing a graceful, slim figure.

"Is this what Level 6 medical skill is like?"

Zhou Can was immersed in the new Director Level suturing skill.

If Level 5 Suturing Skill gave him the ability to strike the right balance in suturing, then Level 6 Suturing Skill offered something indescribably profound.

It felt as if he could, through a small incision, directly glimpse into the mysteries of life.

For example, with the newly sutured chest wall incision, he didn't focus on whether the stitches were neat or whether the incision layers were tightly aligned. Instead, he could genuinely perceive that the life on the operating table had been restored and was quietly regaining its vitality.

As for the rate of this recovery, he couldn't perceive it clearly yet.

Possibly because he hadn't reached that level yet.

Or perhaps it was because only one of his skills had advanced to Level 6.

After all, the composition of life is incredibly complex, with the human body being even more intricate than the world's most sophisticated, complex computer by ten thousand times.

So far, even in the most developed country like the United States, the mysteries of the human body remain unexplored.

Just simulating a single neuron has defeated countless scientists, biologists, doctors, and scholars. Despite pouring in substantial research funds, creating an artificial intelligence simulation has never succeeded.

This only pertains to the brain's neurons. If it were the entire body, it might remain elusive even in another five hundred years.

The human body's genes, blood's DNA genetic codes... Too many human mysteries await future scientists and doctors to unravel.

"Level 6 medical skill is truly beyond words. I wonder if other doctors, like me, can directly glimpse the mysteries of life as they check a patient's incision?"

At this moment, Zhou Can eagerly anticipated the day other medical skills would also advance to Level 6.

Perhaps then, his insight into the mysteries of life would become clearer and deeper.

"Dr. Zhou, Dr. Zhou... It's time to clock out and head home!"

The instrument nurse waved a hand in front of Zhou Can's eyes, pulling him out of his contemplation.

"Oh, sorry, I just zoned out! Are the patient's vital signs still stable?"

Zhou Can asked the anesthesiologist who was tidying up the tools.

"The surgery was very smooth, and the child's vital signs are quite excellent overall. However, they will definitely need to stay in the ICU for a while. We'll see, perhaps three to five days if short, and longer if needed... it's unclear yet."

The anesthesiologist was optimistic about the child's prognosis.

"With your assurance as the protector of life, I have nothing to worry about. How about grabbing some late-night snacks before heading home?"

Zhou Can suggested to the anesthesiologist.

"I still have kids waiting for me at home, but I can take some back for them to eat."

The anesthesiologist was at least thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old.

She was one of Tu Ya's exceptionally skilled mid-young age anesthesiologists.

"I knew some of you have family commitments, so I specifically ordered individually packed portions. Everyone has theirs, even the interns. You can take it home to eat!" Director Xue Yan smiled as she joined the conversation.

After overtime, more generous directors typically treat everyone to late-night snacks or invite them out for a group meal.

Considering financial constraints, group meals happen just occasionally.

It's not possible to have group meals every day.

Because such expenses aren't covered by the department but are paid for by the director personally.

"Thank you, Director Xue!" The anesthesiologist, hearing this, showed a rare smile and expressed gratitude.

"How many kids do you have?"

Zhou Can, while helping her tidy the tools, casually chatted with her.

"Oh, not that many! As doctors, we're busy running around all day. It's already good enough that the hospital allows me to take maternity leave. Of course, if I insist on having more, probably the leadership can't do much about it. Anesthesiology is always short-staffed, after all."

She was quite stern while working, very serious.

However, once out of surgery, her conversations reveal her more normal side.

"How about you? Are you married?"

The anesthesiologist might have considered Zhou Can's youthful appearance and added more to her inquiry.