My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1292 - 509: The Dangers of Rapid Infusion and the Unbreakable Unspoken Rules (Part 3)

This immediate treatment order required prompt execution, alongside a long-term regimen: Diuretics and digitalis-type drugs for the patient across the next five days.

The objective: swiftly alleviate symptoms of pulmonary edema.

Lungs control water passages; once edematous, prioritize diuresis over fluid limits.

Concurrent renal failure makes the scenario extremely perilous.

A troubled organ in the body acts like an ancient kingdom under assault, calling allies nearby—it similarly rallies other organs for support.

Doctors must enact this "aid call" using medications or various techniques.

Diuretics for this patient meant the lungs signaling distress to kidneys and fellow organs, hastening excess water expulsion to relieve pulmonary edema.

Pinpointing this patient’s root cause and pathology granted Zhou Can 101 pathology diagnosis Experience Points.

The system bestowed 100 of those points.

Resolving such tricky cases usually yields at least 100 pathology diagnosis Experience Points.

Lucky breaks had once delivered him whopping 1,000-point windfalls.

Pathology diagnosis surged ahead relentlessly, dwarfing pharmacological differentiation, now on the verge of Level 6 upgrade.

Yesterday’s live-streamed surgery propelled Zhou Can to hoist Tuya Hospital’s Cardiothoracic Surgery to glory. Tough cases would flood in nonstop, ushering endless big Experience Points hauls.

Key condition: absolute perfection required.

One grave mishap could demolish all that fame in an instant.

Concluding care for this retired official, Zhou Can aimed to retreat to his office for dissecting yet another complex case.

His efforts demanded serious respect.

Mastering each high-stakes patient elevated Cardiothoracic Surgery’s prestige sharply; over time, gains snowballed massively.

"Dr. Zhou, come over here a moment!"

Director Bu waved Zhou Can closer.

Zhou Can strode swiftly into the dedicated room for patient-family talks. The pair of bodyguards loomed in the hallway, exuding professionalism while scanning every approaching figure with sharp vigilance.

They had etched Zhou Can’s face into memory ages ago.

Indeed, their superior journeyed from Shanghai solely for Zhou Can’s expertise.

Seated inside, patient Chen Zhongzhi maintained a serene demeanor.

"Director Bu just discussed things with me. I grasp your medical field’s rules and policies. Yet for my surgery, I insist Dr. Zhou performs it. Paperwork needs? Arrange it any way you see fit."

Chen Zhongzhi’s elite position made his life priceless.

He shunned aortic graft surgery at Shanghai’s elite hospital due to sky-high risks—he refused such a massive wager.

"I’m just a Resident Doctor!"

During Zhou Can’s Level 4 surgeries, even as primary operator, documents listed him merely as an assistant.

Despite earning patient trust, confessing covert dealings outright proved impossible.

Tacit understandings remain felt, never voiced.

For instance, offering gifts to key leaders: arriving with a bulging briefcase or cash stacks bars entry outright.

Who can vouch no covert recording happens—by you or hidden parties?

Risks tower too immensely.

Zhou Can helming Level 4 surgeries was no secret inside Tuya Hospital’s Cardiothoracic Surgery long ago. Yet externally, silence reigned absolute.