My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1293: 510: Sudden Critical Emergency, Everything Is Ready

He must never vow to carry out the surgery personally right in front of the patient.

Certain matters are okay to handle quietly but never to voice aloud; that's the unspoken code of the adult world.

Everyone at the office knows the boss hooked up with the fresh female secretary, yet nobody's idiotic enough to confront him about it directly.

“Dr. Zhou, though you're quite young, I trust only my gut feeling. From our two encounters, I sensed you were reliable. Even after hearing your innovative surgical approach, I decided to proceed at Tu Ya because I have faith in you.”

Chen Zhongzhi delivered these lines with genuine sincerity in his voice and a steady, honest gaze locked onto Zhou Can.

He couldn't quite put it into words, yet right from their initial meeting, something about this young doctor struck him as extraordinary.

The greater a person's achievements, the more obstinate they often become.

Heirs from affluent and influential clans tend to be exceptionally arrogant.

Silver-spooned from birth and elevated on the giants' shoulders, they amass wisdom and experience beyond their years early on. Coupled with vast resources at their disposal, arrogance comes naturally to them.

“Mr. Chen, I truly appreciate your confidence in me. I assure you I'll join your operation and collaborate with the entire team to deliver the finest procedure possible.”

Zhou Can responded while meeting the man's eyes directly.

In his view, he could usually consent unless the individual was intentionally stirring up problems.

“Thank you! Then I place my life in your hands!”

Chen Zhongzhi rose to his feet and extended his hand first for a shake with Zhou Can.

Next, he clasped hands with Director Bu.

The discussion prior to surgery had essentially wrapped up.

Since the operation details were already covered with the patient, further talk wasn't required.

Now came the tasks of setting up admission, conducting preoperative checks, and moving to surgery once everything checked out fine.

“Do you have an idea when your relatives will get here? Family needs to sign before the procedure, and afterward, a designated caregiver is mandatory.”

“Does it have to be family? Couldn't I just sign for myself?”

“Per hospital policy, major operations like this demand both the patient's signature and one from a family member.”

Director Bu replied without delay.

His hands-on clinical background far exceeded Zhou Can's.

He refused to drop his vigilance just because a patient uttered a casual 'I trust you.' With prominent patients especially, heightened carefulness was essential. Complications during surgery or tragic outcomes like death or impairment later could lead to serious legal headaches.

“Alright, I'm single right now and divorced from my former wife for nearly three years. Only my parents can decide for me. I'll phone one to come here.”

For the second occasion, the patient disclosed his relationship status.

He mentioned such personal matters with complete ease.

Divorced middle-aged guys often face a poignant reality.

Typically, those tying the knot young reach forty-plus with grown-up kids.

At that stage in life, spouses handle all discussions together.

Parents get looped in only when absolutely essential.

Besides, elders at that point are often frail and depend on their offspring for support.

With the patient talks settled, admission arrangements for initial exams followed. Night had fallen, and all beds were occupied.

Still, the patient's condition was perilously critical. A hotel stay risked a rupture with no chance for timely aid.

In the hospital setting, staff could track blood pressure live and stop the patient from risky exertions or behaviors, thereby slashing the odds of a surprise aortic rupture.

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That night, Zhou Can slumbered deeply at home when his phone buzzed relentlessly.

Su Qianqian, clinging like a sweet little bird, snuggled tight in his embrace.

With care, he slipped his arm free and stepped out to take the call.

“Dr. Zhou, rush to the hospital now—Chen Zhongzhi's Aortic Dissection may have burst. Blood pressure's dropped sharply, face ashen; emergency measures are underway here.”

“What? How did this occur! Got it, I'm on my way right now!”

Zhou Can dressed in haste and sped to the facility.

Upon arrival, the on-duty attending doctor had rallied the team for urgent patient stabilization.

They administered IV hemostatics, blood pressure reducers, tranquilizers, and transfusions to combat shock.

“Why did the dissection rupture out of nowhere?”

“He phoned his family about the surgery consent, but mid-conversation, he hurled the phone, clutched his chest in angina, went deathly pale, and showed more alarming signs.”

The nurse whispered the details to Zhou Can softly.

“What sort of relatives are these, so utterly irresponsible? Their son's in dire straits, yet they still rile him up.”

Zhou Can found himself utterly speechless about the patient's family.

Families like these crop up frequently—their children or kin are already seriously ill, but they keep on with the blame and scolding.

“Did you do a vascular angiography?”

“Director Miao has already reached out to the intervention room, getting set for an aortic angiography on the patient.”

“Let me handle it! I’m faster.”

Zhou Can told Director Miao.

“Alright!”

Director Miao was fully aware of Zhou Can’s expertise and agreed right away.

The patient got rushed to the intervention room in a hurry, and once a round of interventional procedures wrapped up, contrast agents were pushed in.

“Good thing the rupture isn’t too bad. That abrupt blood pressure plunge might also come from heart problems. The massive stress, along with the agony and blood loss from the dissection tear, probably set it off. No more chats between the patient and family; the hospital ought to deal with them directly. Surgery needs lining up fast—the patient demands total stillness for rest now.”