My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1185: 468: Down and Out, The Most Dangerous Male Doctor (Part 2)

Yet, the role of the cleaning auntie ranks far below that of nurses, and given the job's demands along with its timing and setting, it simply doesn't measure up.

Their schooling tends to be modest at best.

Thus, while their talent for chit-chat might be impressive, the details they share aren't nearly as trustworthy as what comes from the nurses.

A lot of young physicians and male nurses fail to grasp the risks in their work environment and often vent their frustrations to nurses. They have no idea that what they grumble about in the morning could be whispered around by afternoon.

She might not mention your name when passing it on, perhaps just noting that a certain doctor from our section is trash-talking the director this way and that.

Once the boss catches wind of it, especially if it's aimed directly, they'll quickly figure out who's been speaking out of turn.

At that point, regrets won't help.

Ignore the old tales of generals with wide brows and chancellors with hefty guts.

Plenty of department heads and chief nurses are narrow-minded types. And as for the folks in admin, badmouthing them is basically asking for headaches.

If you're just unfortunate on your own, that's still somewhat manageable.

More often, the admin bigwig will lash out at your whole team.

Take this true story: Dr. Luo in the ER once spotted a guy trying to cut in line during his shift, demanding priority.

Dr. Luo gave him a real dressing-down, forcing him to wait his turn.

The fellow's expression soured, and he told Dr. Luo, “You enjoy sticking to the rules, eh? Fine by me.” Instead of joining the queue, he stormed off.

Come afternoon, inspectors from the hospital's infection control unit descended on the ER unexpectedly.

It's no surprise they uncovered several violations.

Director Lou was baffled at first—the ER is underfunded and overworked, an easy mark with nothing to gain from squeezing it.

Admin leaders usually cut the ER some slack.

They seldom poke around there.

Push the audits too hard, and with the ER's chaos, exhaustion, constant harassment and assaults from patients and kin, plus skimpy salaries, staff could walk out.

Hence, admin heads keep an unspoken agreement, avoiding targeted probes on the ER.

Even for spot checks ordered from above, they tip you off.

Allowing the ER to get ready.

Such unannounced audits, particularly on hygiene protocols, are tough for a hectic unit to ace.

Once issues surface, they slash the department's ratings, impose fines, and even dock bonuses.

Director Lou dug around and learned the infection control deputy head had tried to skip the line for VIP handling but got chewed out by Dr. Luo.

In the end, Director Lou personally walked Dr. Luo over to offer apologies and smooth things over with the deputy, resolving the mess.

Back when Zhou Can first pulled ER shifts, Dr. Luo warned him especially to stay alert and courteous to line-cutters.

Folks bold enough to butt in usually have connections.

“Did Director Tang and her spouse patch things up afterward?”

Zhou Can felt too awkward to quiz Tang Fei straight, so he fished for details through Ye Tingting.

“Word is, Director Tang's husband had splurged on a diamond ring and a pair of cinema passes for their anniversary the day before—he'd mapped out a sweet getaway. But after learning you two holed up in the office for more than sixty minutes, he hurled the tickets and jewelry at Director Tang in a rage and bolted.”

In office settings, without real grudges, folks typically spare each other's dignity.

Her hubby seems like an engineering sort, likely not one to flare up easily.

For him to explode like that, flinging her anniversary presents aside, shows he was boiling mad.

“Looks like I'm a curse on legs these days, spreading misfortune everywhere.”

Zhou Can shook his head with a bitter grin after hearing it.

He'd even proposed leaving the office door ajar back then, but she figured it was trivial— they were innocent, nothing shady.

Still, mix-ups spring from slip-ups and timing all too often.

Zhou Can's been hitting a streak of rotten luck, stumbling into these mishaps nonstop.

The worst part? He can't vent to a soul about it.

Director Xue Yan, Director Tang Fei—they're sufferers too, just like him.

“Ha, ha, it's 'cause you ignore how things look. Ever heard that fame breeds rumors? Know what the hospital staff's buzzing about you these days?”

Ye Tingting stifled a giggle behind her hand.

She appeared thrilled to watch Zhou Can squirm.

“You think you can snicker like that? Watch it, or I'll stir up jealousy with your man too,” Zhou Can shot back, eyes narrowing in mock menace. “So, what's the hospital scuttlebutt about me?”

In this massive medical hub, he definitely minds what peers think of him.

“The women around here dub you the hospital's top rival, the riskiest guy doc. They warn that any wedded female physician or nurse getting too chummy with you might spark envy from her partner at home. Plus, they claim if a hubby or beau pulls the silent treatment, just rope in Zhou Can—he'll sort it out fast.”

Ye Tingting brushed off Zhou Can's bluff.

Hearing the ladies' take on him, Zhou Can almost blacked out.

What on earth are these nicknames?

“Fine, I'm heading out before I drag you into my mess too.”

Zhou Can figured smart folks let rumors fade.

No point clarifying such stuff—only time washes it away.

That said, next time he's alone with female coworkers, he'll take the hint: keep doors open or bring a third wheel.

“Wait, hold on—you haven't inspected my injury yet? Am I good to go home? Staying cooped up healing in bed daily, I'm starting to feel worse from the idleness.” Ye Tingting was a hardworking sort.

She hated downtime.

Having been knifed by a relative's kin, spending ages in a hospital room must've dragged on forever for her.

The ER's caseload is massive already.

Watching peers scramble while she's sidelined gnaws at her.

A slacker nurse or sly type would've milked a few extra days off.

After all, work-related injury means bed rest on the clock, fully covered.

Treatment and supplements get comped.

“Your voice sounds robust, so I can tell without looking it's minor. Why hurry out when it's this serious—extra days off are a bonus. Back on duty, nobody pities the grind.”

Zhou Can phrased it lightly, though he still probed her injury thoroughly.

“I've got this nonstop grind life, can't idle. Feels like the cut's nearly mended; give it one last once-over, mostly 'cause Mom's fretting.”

Ye Tingting glanced at her mom entering with steaming water.

“It's knitting nicely, though I'd suggest another five to seven days of care. Nursing's no easy gig— if restlessness hits, crack a book, build skills; it's useful either way.”

Zhou Can shared the tip.

Resuming duties too soon risks reopening it.

From genuine concern, he tailored the counsel to suit Ye Tingting's good.

“Hear that? Dr. Zhou says rest up a full week more. You keep pushing, whining daily to check out and dive back in. Honestly, if it goes south, how should I cope?”

As she spoke, Ye Tingting's mom welled up, her tone choking with sobs.

Many elder ladies carry that emotional streak.

“Don't stress Auntie out— just ease into another week of rest. But if the hospital vibe's getting to you, head home for recovery instead.”

Zhou Can somewhat got Ye Tingting's mindset.

ER beds stay in high demand; she's held one long enough—no one's griping, but guilt eats at her.

Post-treatment, with risks gone, home healing works fine.

“Okay, let me out today, and I'll chill at home for seven days.”

Ye Tingting told Zhou Can.

“Dr. Zhou, you're colleagues with my girl, and she won't pamper herself—you gotta back us up on this!” Her mom eyed Zhou Can beseechingly.

“Auntie, don't worry—I'll look out for her fully. Hospital air's iffy, it's loud, not ideal for settling in. Her cut's faring great, so home discharge could suit better. Whip up nourishing meals there to boost her— but ease in, nothing extreme.”

Zhou Can smoothed things over for the older lady's sake with Ye Tingting.

A doc's opinion carries weight.

Her mom nodded along to his words.

Checkout paperwork didn't require Zhou Can's hands-on; a quick note from him, and it'd get processed.