My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1257: 495: Surge in Experience Points from Kindness, Director Xue Falls Victim to a Plot (2)

Kindness, expertise, and heartfelt compassion for patients are evident everywhere.

A bright smile graced Zhou Can’s face as he exited the ward.

Convincing patients to ditch bad habits proves tougher than treating illnesses. Luckily, this chat yielded quite positive results.

In steering folks toward better paths, Zhou Can gained fresh insights and deeper comprehension.

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One week later, the patient completed treatment and got discharged.

The patient’s parents presented Zhou Can with a banner bearing the words “Kindness and skill warm hearts, medical ethics and dual excellence build medical soul.” Nearby, in smaller script, they thanked Dr. Zhou Can for healing their child, signed by the parents.

The reverse side featured the date in embroidery.

Zhou Can had collected plenty of such banners before.

Yet, each time patients and families gifted him one, a special joy filled his heart.

This represents affirmative feedback from patients and their loved ones.

Contrast that with threats from knife-wielding patients or relatives—that’s negative feedback.

Doctors can use these responses to tweak their approach, fostering smoother doctor-patient ties.

That day, while tending to kids in Pediatrics, Zhou Can’s phone buzzed nonstop with calls.

He pulled it out to see Director Xue Yan from Cardiothoracic Surgery on the line.

Ever since her ex-husband sent thugs after Zhou Can, things between them shifted a bit.

Truth be told, Zhou Can held no grudge against Director Xue Yan.

She was a victim too, after all.

Still, Xue Yan likely carried guilt, leading to far fewer calls and WeChat messages. Face-to-face, she stayed mostly silent.

This call during work hours marked the first since that mess.

“Sister Yan!”

Zhou Can answered with a warm greeting.

“Hmm! Trouble’s brewing in Cardiothoracic Surgery, and it smells like a scheme.”

Deep in crisis, she finally gathered nerve to reach out to Zhou Can.

“Stay calm, explain slowly.”

His voice soothed her gently.

After key staff got poached, Cardiothoracic Surgery didn’t crumble—instead, bolstered by Zhou Can’s aid and plans, it surged ahead.

Outpatient and ER visits there had jumped nearly fifty percent, nearing past glory days.

That era preceded Director Hu Kan’s downfall.

It was the pinnacle of Director Hu Kan’s tenure.

Reviving Cardiothoracic Surgery’s splendor amid obstacles was no small feat.

Zhou Can had honored his pledge to his teacher.

“I was holding clinic when a guy with myocardial blockage and coronary disease showed up for advice. He knew his case inside out, saying nearly all three heart arteries were clogged. I didn’t dwell on it then, but after tests, I suggested hospital admission for a stent try to fix things. He agreed to admit.”

Director Xue Yan laid out the story.

“Sounds fine so far!”

Zhou Can puzzled, thinking maybe she sought this chat to mend fences?

“Throughout the consult, he might’ve recorded and streamed secretly. Soon after, a nurse warned me—he’d been on his phone non-stop post-admission, broadcasting his stay to fans.”

She clarified.

“Still no big issue! Livestreaming? Let him.”

Zhou Can shrugged it off; he’d seen it all.

Secret recordings by patients or kin happened often.

Once spotted, staff might record back for protection and act swiftly in defense.

“On intake, I grasped his state roughly. Post-imaging, with him there, I noted stents could handle it. But angiography revealed worse: main vessels fully obstructed, surviving via tiny collaterals for blood flow. Stenting any of the three majors? Near impossible; blockages too extreme.”

“Open-heart bypass? Death risk skyrockets. And online backlash from him would follow.”

Director Xue Yan shared, voice heavy with gloom.

After wild storms, she knew public opinion’s might.

This case already drew crowds. One slip, and Cardiothoracic Surgery plunges back to abyss.

Building a department’s prestige demands endless toil.

Destroying it? One blunder suffices.

“What makes you suspect a plot? Maybe he’s just a streamer earning via broadcasts.”

Zhou Can queried, confused.

“He boasts over two million fans. I checked his channel, joined a stream—always over ten thousand live, sometimes thirty thousand plus. From viewing, he’d consulted Third Hospital too. Their Japanese heart doc flat-out said vessels too blocked for stents.”