My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1305: 515: Evidence of Guilt? Unspoken Rules of the ICU_2

Tuya Hospital's Digestive Internal Medicine Department conducted a meeting, taking this incident as a cautionary tale to rigorously promote safety training.

Zhou Can didn't know Provincial People’s Hospital well. After work hours had passed, it was nearly 6:50 PM. He put in considerable effort, relying on the hospital map to locate the Intensive Care Medicine Department.

Facilities on the level of a provincial third-grade hospital tend to be enormously vast.

Traversing the whole facility on foot might require up to half an hour.

Right in the hallway beyond the ICU, Zhou Can spotted a young woman in a pale pink blouse, her face drained of all energy.

She looked around twenty-two or twenty-three.

Standing tall with delicate, elegant features, her aura suggested she was exceptionally gifted.

As the proverb goes, a fierce tiger sires no feeble cub.

With Deputy Director Lu excelling in both academics and clinical expertise, his daughter undoubtedly boasts impressive scholarly prowess too.

“Excuse me, are you Lu Fen?”

“Yes, that's me, Lu Fen. You're Dr. Zhou Can, right?”

“Yes!” Zhou Can nodded. “I'm deeply saddened by Director Lu's misfortune, and I truly sympathize with your family's ordeal. What's the latest on Director Lu?”

“They're fighting to stabilize him inside the Intensive Care Unit, clinging to his vital signs. The intracranial hemorrhage hasn't been contained yet. Doctors have warned us the prognosis looks grim. He might slip away any second. Even if he pulls through, he could remain in a vegetative state or suffer severe mental deficits.”

Falls causing intracranial hemorrhage are typically life-threatening.

This means the skull collided violently with the floor or some solid surface, inflicting grave damage.

Moreover, victims plummeting from heights might seem okay at first, yet deteriorate after hours or even a day or two, often fatally.

Hidden internal traumas aren't always obvious right away.

Take internal hemorrhage: it usually demands extra exams like pleural and peritoneal fluid analysis.

Despite cutting-edge tech today, surgeons still rely heavily on exploratory laparotomy, thoracotomy, and craniotomy in practice. What does that suggest?

It shows that even the best scanners can't reveal everything inside directly, and certain issues evade detection.

Those surgical explorations provide definitive insights into the problems.

“Dr. Zhou, may I verify who you are by ringing your phone?”

Lu Fen stayed remarkably vigilant.

“Of course!”

Zhou Can agreed with a nod.

She pulled out her cell and called his number as his device buzzed nonstop. He displayed the screen to her for confirmation.

“Please forgive my caution; my dad's in critical condition now. The Third Hospital that pushed him this far wields massive power. Against them, I'm just a fragile woman facing a giant, so I have to stay on guard.”

Her speech and demeanor struck Zhou Can as rather youthful and inexperienced.

Folks stay innocent until hardship strikes.

She's probably still studying, her mindset far removed from Zhou Can's, battle-hardened by years in the real world.

“I get it. Caution is wise.”

Zhou Can nodded.

“If medical bills become an issue, contact me whenever. Sigh! Witnessing an old colleague suffer like this breaks my heart.”

He sought to aid Deputy Director Lu's kin in some way.

Having leaped to his death under pressure, Deputy Director Lu's household likely faces tight finances.

Zhou Can was just guessing here.

Remember, Deputy Director Lu once served in Cardiothoracic Surgery, netting at least 350,000 yuan post-tax yearly. Ignore the netizens boasting over a million average; that's just hot air from armchair experts.

Truth is, pulling in over ten grand monthly steadily beats out 95% of folks nationwide.

A 350,000 post-tax yearly salary means the hospital shells out no less than 500,000 yuan total.

Deputy directors earn far less than chief physicians.

In Cardiothoracic Surgery, a chief physician with solid operating chops takes home at least 500,000 post-tax annually. At Tuya, the norm spans 600,000 to 1.2 million yuan.

This means the actual take-home pay after taxes.

Those web tales of chief physicians kicking off at two million a year? Pure hype.

Zhou Can, for one, has never met a chief physician rolling in riches. Middle class is the ceiling.

“Thank you, thank you! My father left this letter especially for you and told me to hand it over personally. I have no idea what's inside; perhaps it explains why he chose to end his life.”

From her bosom, Lu Fen pulled out a hefty letter.

More accurately, it was better described as a mail pouch.

The pouch's seal remained intact, untouched. Inside lay more than mere sheets of paper; it carried substantial heft.

In his mind, Zhou Can figured the contents could be proof of the Third Hospital's mistreatment toward them, the job-switchers.

Achieving the rank of deputy director physician demands sharp wits and deep expertise.

Undoubtedly, he had gathered proof against the Third Hospital to pursue vengeance in time.

Rather than tearing open the envelope immediately, Zhou Can tucked it away straightaway.

“Dr. Zhou, should my father fail to pull through, please assist us; I have to avenge him.”

Lu Fen bit down on her lip as tears gathered in her eyes.

Determination burned fiercely in her gaze and upon her face.

“If it's within my power, I won't look away. Where are the rest of your family?”