My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1300 - 513: The Second Realm of Pathology, A Traitor Calls

Zhou Can shows great kindness to patients and their families, yet he always maintains a safe distance from them.

This stems from being hurt too many times in the past.

Certain patients act overly enthusiastic on the surface, but they might secretly record conversations or have someone filming covertly from afar. Others quickly make outrageous demands as soon as they get close, the moment Zhou Can shows even a hint of response.

Over time, Zhou Can developed effective strategies for handling patients and their relatives.

He avoids getting too intimate with them, but also refrains from being overly distant.

A balanced approach—not too warm, not too cold—proves ideal now.

Zhou Can skips checking every bed, focusing only on critical cases since his time remains limited.

In reality, daily checks by medical staff cover all inpatients here.

Tuya Hospital enforces the Level 3 responsibility system with strict discipline at all times.

Upon arriving at ward 4011, he paused involuntarily.

A familiar middle-aged man lay on the first bed inside the entrance.

"Oh, Mr. Chen has been transferred from the ICU today!"

None other than Chen Zhongzhi occupied the bed—the very patient Zhou Can had operated on himself.

Five days later, astonishingly, he moved from ICU to a regular ward today. This indicated Chen Zhongzhi's condition had advanced remarkably, now safe for standard ward care.

"Haha, it’s all thanks to your superb medical skills! All my test results are excellent, and my surgical wound has nearly healed after just five days."

With these words, Chen Zhongzhi deliberately lifted his shirt, exposing the bandaged wound for Zhou Can to inspect.

"The recovery looks solid indeed. Still, take care, especially steering clear of strenuous exercise. For cosmetic reasons, we applied absorbable sutures, eliminating the need for removal."

Inspecting the incision left Zhou Can unsurprised.

Ever since his Suturing Skill, Incision Skill, and Wound Cleaning Skill hit Level 6, wounds from his surgeries achieve near-initial healing in three to four days.

Elderly patients or those with weaker constitutions heal a bit slower.

That could stretch to four or five days.

Healthy young and middle-aged adults suffice with three days. Children might show clear healing in only two days.

Surgeons' skill levels truly differ vastly.

Highly skilled surgeons deliver fast-healing sutures with minimal infection risk. Poorly skilled ones create ragged, dog-bitten-looking seams that heal sluggishly and invite infections, itching, and swelling.

"Zhongzhi, is this the Dr. Zhou Can you mentioned?"

A composed middle-aged woman sat bedside, appearing about fifty, clad in a black suit and white shirt, her wavy hair accented by gold-framed glasses, projecting a stern demeanor overall.

An intangible pressure radiated from this woman toward Zhou Can.

Such an aura defies simple words.

Zhou Can had sensed this pressure only from certain officials and hospital executives before.

It embodied the commanding presence of authority.

Entering the ward moments ago, Zhou Can's focus locked on Chen Zhongzhi, missing the woman entirely.

"Yes, he is Dr. Zhou."

Chen Zhongzhi presented Zhou Can.

"This is my mother, who came especially today to visit me."

The woman rose, extending her hand toward Zhou Can first.

"Dr. Zhou, thank you for saving my son. If anything had happened to him that night, I would have spent a lifetime..." Her voice faltered, words failing her.

"I just did what was required. That night's crisis proved extremely perilous, demanding huge efforts from numerous Cardiothoracic Surgery doctors and nurses to stabilize him. All is resolved now, with his aortic dissection repaired by stent—no further threat remains."

Zhou Can offered solace to the family members.

That night, the patient had likely summoned his mother for consent form signature.

A dispute erupted, causing him to smash the phone in fury. Even worse, the agitation surged his blood pressure, triggering the aortic dissection rupture. Thankfully, the tear stayed minor, enabling survival.

Otherwise, death would have claimed him.

"Thank you for saving my son’s life and crafting a new surgical plan for him. I’m Yang Wen, a neglectful mother who failed Zhongzhi. This close call with death imparted profound life lessons and the value of mother-son bonds. Without you, endless pain and remorse would haunt my days."

Zhou Can could sense the woman's profound and sincere gratitude towards him.

"Just as you mentioned, it's all finished now, and I expect every coming day to overflow with joy. If you ever come to Shanghai, Dr. Zhou, kindly let me show my thanks by welcoming you to my home."

Her expression of thanks remained quite restrained.

Certain patients or families, grateful for Zhou Can's life-saving actions, might propose swapping phone numbers or adding him on WeChat.

They'd share details about their jobs too, assuring him he could contact them whenever necessary.

Chen Zhongzhi’s mother proved far more reserved, simply extending an invitation for Zhou Can to visit her home should he travel to Shanghai.

"Alright, I'll certainly stop by your honorable residence when I get to Shanghai!"