My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

Chapter 1300: Chapter 513: The Second Realm of Pathology, A Traitor Calls

Zhou Can is very kind to these patients and their families, but he never gets too close to them.

Because he has been burned many times before.

Some patients seem very enthusiastic towards him on the surface, but secretly might be recording audio, or even someone might be discreetly filming from a distance. There are also patients who, once they get closer, will immediately start making unreasonable demands if Zhou Can responds even slightly.

Gradually, Zhou Can summed up a set of methods for dealing with patients and their families.

He cannot be too close to them, yet cannot be too indifferent.

So now, being neither too warm nor too cold is just right.

Zhou Can doesn’t check all the beds, only the critical patients. Because his time is limited.

Actually, all the inpatients here have medical staff checking on them every day.

The Level 3 responsibility system has always been strictly implemented at Tuya Hospital.

When he reached ward 4011, he couldn’t help but pause.

On the first bed as he entered, a familiar middle-aged man was lying there.

"Oh, Mr. Chen has been transferred from the ICU today!"

This patient was none other than Chen Zhongzhi, on whom Zhou Can had personally operated.

Five days have passed, and unexpectedly, today he has already been transferred from the ICU to a regular ward. This also means that Chen Zhongzhi’s condition has improved significantly, already meeting the safety standards for staying in a regular ward.

"Haha, it’s all thanks to your excellent medical skills! All my test results are at great levels, and my surgical wound, after just five days, has almost healed."

Saying this, Chen Zhongzhi purposefully lifted his clothes, revealing the bandage on his wound for Zhou Can to see.

"The recovery is indeed good. However, you still need to be careful, especially avoiding strenuous activities. Moreover, considering the aesthetic aspect, we used absorbable cosmetic sutures for you, so there’s no need for stitch removal."

After checking the surgical wound, Zhou Can did not find this surprising.

Since his Suturing Skill, Incision Skill, and Wound Cleaning Skill all advanced to Level 6, in surgeries that he performs, the wound nearly reaches preliminary healing in three to four days.

For elderly or physically weaker patients, healing might be slower.

It may take about four to five days.

For healthy young and middle-aged individuals, three days are sufficient. If it’s a child, there might be noticeable healing in as little as two days.

It must be said that the skill level of surgeons indeed varies greatly.

Surgeons with higher skills suture wounds that heal quickly, with less risk of infection. Surgeons with lesser skills produce sutures that are uneven, like a dog bite, heal slowly, and are prone to various infections, itching, and swelling.

"Zhongzhi, is this the Dr. Zhou Can you mentioned?"

A poised middle-aged woman was sitting by the bedside, looking around fifty, wearing a black suit and white shirt, with wavy hair and gold-framed glasses, giving an overall serious impression.

From this woman, Zhou Can could feel a kind of invisible pressure.

This kind of aura is indescribable.

Zhou Can has only felt this pressure from some officials and hospital leaders.

This is the imposing manner of authority.

Just now entering the ward, Zhou Can’s attention was focused on Chen Zhongzhi, not noticing the woman.

"Yes, he is Dr. Zhou."

Chen Zhongzhi introduced Zhou Can.

"This is my mother, who specially came today to see me."

The woman stood up, reaching out her hand proactively towards Zhou Can.

"Dr. Zhou, thank you for saving my son. If anything had happened to him that night, I would have spent a lifetime..." Her voice choked, unable to continue.

"I just did what I should have done. The situation that night was indeed very dangerous, and it took a lot of effort from many doctors and nurses from Cardiothoracic Surgery to stabilize his condition. Now everything is over, and his aortic dissection, after being repaired with a stent, should no longer pose a threat."

Zhou Can could only console the family.

It was likely that night that the patient called his mother over to sign a consent form.

It resulted in a quarrel, which led to the patient breaking the phone out of anger, and more terrifyingly, the agitation caused a rapid increase in blood pressure, eventually leading to the rupture of the aortic dissection. Fortunately, the rupture wasn’t very severe, thus he survived.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made it.

"Thank you for saving my son’s life and for designing a new surgical plan for him. My name is Yang Wen, an unworthy mother who has not cared enough for Zhongzhi. This near-death experience taught me many life lessons and to cherish the bond between mother and son. Without you, I might have lived a life full of pain and guilt."

The woman’s gratitude toward Zhou Can was deeply heartfelt and evident.

"As you said, everything is now over, and I believe every day from now will be filled with happiness. When you visit Shanghai, Dr. Zhou, please allow me the opportunity to repay you by being a guest at my home."

She expressed her gratitude in a relatively reserved manner.

Some families or patients, out of gratitude for Zhou Can’s life-saving efforts, would offer to exchange phone numbers or even add him as a WeChat contact.

They would also inform Zhou Can about what work they do and that he could reach out to them anytime if needed.

Chen Zhongzhi’s mother was much more subtle, only inviting Zhou Can to her home as a guest if he ever visited Shanghai.

"Okay, I’ll definitely visit your esteemed home once I reach Shanghai!"