My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1295 - 511: Anesthesia Is a Dangerous Road, A Long Wait

Previously, he believed aligning with Zhou Can promised superior opportunities, so he pulled out all stops to switch from Cardiothoracic Surgery to the Emergency Department.

That choice proved spot on.

His surgical prowess had evidently sharpened, painting a radiant future ahead.

Only, bumping into Cardiothoracic Surgery leaders always filled him with shame. Right now, he bowed his head, utterly ashamed to face anyone.

"Dr. Pu, have you adapted to the Emergency Department?"

Director Xue Yan inquired with genuine care.

"Adapted, adapted!"

Pu Dingdong's cheeks flushed crimson, utterly avoiding Director Xue Yan's gaze.

"Thank you for your concern, Director Xue."

After a lengthy pause, he forced out those words.

"Learn well from Dr. Zhou and work hard. Tuya Hospital is a grand stage—so long as you have the ability, you’ll definitely have your day to shine." Director Xue Yan nodded, offering a few encouraging words.

"Let’s go, we’re heading to the hybrid operating room."

This operation stood out uniquely. It demanded both vascular bypass surgery and an interventional stent placement.

Such requirements imposed immense pressure on the operating room's facilities and gear.

Despite Tuya Hospital's solid funding and vast scale, only two elite hybrid ORs existed.

Cardiothoracic Surgery and Neurosurgery claimed them most frequently.

Other departments needed hospital approval and scheduling to access them.

Arriving at the hybrid OR, they spotted a commanding old man waiting by the entrance, flanked by a suited young man clutching a leather briefcase, deferentially at his rear.

"That’s the family member—he chartered a plane just to rush here."

Director Xue Yan briefly clued in Zhou Can.

The elder radiated a unmistakable tycoon vibe. That intangible pressure let Zhou Can instantly tell he was a business heavyweight, not a bureaucrat.

Yet Chen Zhongzhi emanated a fusion of spoiled heir and official offspring aura.

He figured some Chen clan member must hold official rank.

Within mighty families, a revered leader can rally the kin, merging all assets for thriving expansion.

"Director Xue, when will my son’s surgery wrap up?"

The old man checked his watch on his raised wrist while questioning.

"We’re not sure yet. It will take at least more than three hours. The exact duration will depend on how the operation goes."

Director Xue Yan showed utmost respect to the elder.

Doctors command high regard from everyday folks, yet shrink before business titans or powerbrokers.

"I’m entrusting him to you."

The old man’s eyes passed over doctors and nurses alike, then he bowed sincerely to the group.

"No need to be so polite, Mr. Cai. This is what we should do. If you plan to wait outside the OR the whole time, you can go sit and rest a bit on the long bench over there."

Director Xue Yan gestured toward the nearby bench row.

All those seated families awaited loved ones emerging from surgery.

Some stayed remarkably poised, others overflowed with tension.

Hearing Director Xue Yan call the old man Mr. Cai left Zhou Can inwardly perplexed.

The patient bore the name Chen Zhonghui, yet his father was surnamed Cai. Had he inherited his mother’s surname?

This household carried some tangled threads.

Usually, a child taking the mother’s surname signals the father as a groom joining the bride’s family.

Inside the OR zone, Zhou Can suited up and stepped into the sterile room, finding the patient already positioned on the table.

Director Feng managed the patient’s anesthesia, trailed by an anesthesia nurse and two apprentices.

Zhou Can, also under Director Feng’s tutelage, approached with easy familiarity to greet him.

"Kid, not bad! You’re already capable of innovation in major surgery!"

Director Feng praised sparingly and smiled even less.

Zhou Can, Shangguan Xuexue, and Qu Zi bucked that trend. In Anesthesiology, any earnest student with true skill won Director Feng’s approval.

Dr. Guan had once been molded by Director Feng nearly as his protégé.

Regrettably, his development fell short of expectations. Zhou Can sensed Dr. Guan’s position in Anesthesiology had nosedived.

Every department follows suit: the skilled surge upward.

If you’re not advancing, you’re falling behind.

Dr. Guan remained quite diligent, yet after a single mishap, his boldness diminished sharply. He became exceedingly cautious when facing surgeries with elevated risks.

In the Cardiothoracic Surgery department today, for Level 3 and higher major procedures, if the danger level rose even slightly, hardly any chief surgeon wanted to collaborate with Dr. Guan.

This stemmed from the high likelihood that the surgical strategy would get rejected.

An overly daring anesthesiologist invites more mishaps. On the flip side, excessive timidity robs the patient and chief surgeon of vital operation chances.

A precise equilibrium between these poles demands skillful handling.

Unless Dr. Guan broke free from his overcautious mindset's grip, swift advancement would remain out of reach.

The surging currents of progress would mercilessly sweep him away.

On a personal level, Zhou Can and Dr. Guan shared a camaraderie like that of longtime companions.

Zhou Can had sought openings, both direct and indirect, to chat with Dr. Guan three or four times. He advised easing standards suitably for surgeries with risks in a tolerable range. However, Dr. Guan offered only verbal assent without ever acting on it.

In time, Zhou Can quit raising the issue.

Grown-ups prove stubbornly resistant to change.

Avoid rousing those feigning slumber, as it readily sparks enmity.

Zhou Can had mastered these human interaction truths long ago. After fruitless persuasion efforts, he naturally halted the nagging.

The Anesthesiology Department was flourishing steadily right now.