My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

Chapter 965: Chapter 382: Kindness Should Have an Edge, Tolerance Has Its Limits

"Dr. Zhou, is this the patient’s appendix? How do you tell if it needs to be removed?"

Luo Shishen continued with his endless questions.

I really wonder if this kid watched too much Brother Haier, or if he just has the habit of asking about everything.

Asking questions isn’t inherently a bad thing.

But if you disregard the situation and ask whatever comes to mind, then that’s just being thoughtless.

Zhou Can suppressed his irritation, after all, he was in the middle of surgery. Getting distracted could result in accidentally cutting a patient’s organ or tissue, which is no laughing matter.

With Dr. Xu’s strictness, he would immediately revoke his surgical privileges.

For major surgeries like this, as long as nothing goes wrong it’s fine, but if something happens, the one taking the blame won’t be Zhou Can, it’ll be Dr. Xu.

For a Level 3 surgery, he doesn’t even have admission privileges now. If something goes wrong, he can’t bear the responsibility.

Having an intern here is meant to serve as a medical assistant, to lend a hand.

Not to cause trouble.

Being overly kind and easygoing clearly doesn’t work.

Zhou Can decided to give Luo Shishen a hint. Instead of outright scolding him, he kept a straight face, pretended not to hear, and didn’t answer.

Instead, he focused on examining the patient’s appendix.

Luo Shishen saw that he didn’t respond, and didn’t ask further, but his face clearly looked a bit awkward.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.

"Dr. Zhou is in the middle of surgery, let’s try not to disturb him. If you have questions, you can wait until the surgery is over to ask!" Qiao Yu stepped in to smooth things over, giving him an out.

"You’re right! Thank you!"

Luo Shishen gratefully smiled at Qiao Yu.

During the rest of the surgery, Luo Shishen didn’t chatter anymore. Once the surgery was over, he started asking various questions again.

"Who is Dr. Luo’s teaching mentor?"

Zhou Can asked coolly.

"Our mentor is Dr. Xu, but he’s very busy and doesn’t have much time for us."

There was a hint of complaint in Luo Shishen’s words.

New hires often make these rookie mistakes, complaining about their superiors’ shortcomings or voicing dissatisfaction in front of colleagues.

Little do they realize that their words might reach the ears of higher-ups before the workday ends.

"It’s not just Dr. Xu who’s busy. Every medical staff member in our Emergency Department has a heavy workload. For future questions, I suggest categorizing and summarizing them. After surgery, note down any questions you don’t understand and see which ones can be answered by researching. For those you can’t find answers to, seek the right opportunity to ask a senior doctor."

Zhou Can offered constructive feedback.

Take the four questions he just asked, for example — almost all could be answered by doing some self-research.

In Zhou Can’s eyes, these are all naive questions.

Apart from making Zhou Can feel that the young man doesn’t think much, it’s just annoying and earns no goodwill.

It doesn’t reflect a thirst for learning.

It only suggests he’s too lazy to think or research, treating senior doctors like an encyclopedia.

"Okay, I’ll try to follow your advice after my shift!"

Luo Shishen nodded in agreement.

Getting into medical school proves he has no issues with intelligence. Almost every medical student is highly intelligent, except those who got in through connections.

Such connections often just buy a spot and then find ways to scrape through a degree.

Even if a family is wealthy, securing a bachelor’s in medicine isn’t easy. Medical degrees are often at least a second-class degree. Many clinical fields are first-class, and the difficulty of entry and graduation isn’t comparable to third-tier colleges.

Though Zhou Can’s words were tactful enough, I’m sure Luo Shishen could read between the lines.

After the appendectomy was completed, the next patient was brought in for surgery.

Now, Zhou Can’s surgical skills have reached an exceptionally high level, and Qiao Yu, also greatly improved, served as a first-rate instrument nurse.

Not only was she diligent, but also quick-witted, with top-notch professional skills.

She did excellent preparatory work. Whether it was predicting the necessary instruments or medications for Zhou Can’s next step, or knowing what treatment the patient needed next, she anticipated quite precisely.

During surgery, they often didn’t need to speak, yet could seamlessly complete the procedure together.

Without any errors.

Working with her in surgery is truly a pleasure.

Staring at the patient’s bloody wound for too long can be unsettling and blur your vision. Looking up at this beautiful woman lightens the mood and eases the eyestrain.

The silent coordination during surgery is beyond words—it saves a lot of waiting time and ensures the entire procedure goes smoothly.

Imagine needing a regular scalpel, only to be handed an electrocautery knife instead.

During surgery, a doctor can’t take their eyes off the wound, usually extending a hand without looking back for instruments. The instrument nurse hands over the needed tool.

If you ask for a scalpel and get an electrocautery knife, you can imagine how frustrated the doctor would be.

The surgery would be briefly interrupted.

The lead surgeon’s train of thought might even be disrupted.

This could seriously extend the surgery time and potentially cause an accident.