My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1315 - 519: The Role of a Note and an Invitation

"Hmm... I believe he has some solid treatment ideas he wishes to share with us." No matter how dim Doctor He might be, he wouldn't voice anything to upset the two directors.

How could anyone claim they've barely advanced in rescuing the patient, while Zhou Can holds a superior method?

Surely, the two directors had already caught this underlying message.

"The patient remains in a coma right now. It's perfectly fine for us to strive in steadying his vital signs before crafting a more detailed treatment strategy. Regardless of Zhou Can's expertise, he'd simply adhere to the identical steps we're taking."

Pang Houzhong remarked with clear disdain.

Normally, during talks between the attending physician and the director, a mere young resident like him had no business chiming in.

He ventured to speak out boldly only because he studied under Director Xiang.

Truth be told, in every organization, securing the top leaders' approval lets you bend rules somewhat inside the group. At minimum, your rank and standing soar above regular peers.

"I can't confirm that, I merely aimed to inform the two directors about what I've noticed."

Doctor He shot a look at Pang Houzhong and dropped the dispute right there.

Those careless remarks from Pang Houzhong had undoubtedly rubbed him the wrong way.

"Professor Xiang, what if we consult Zhou Can? It'd let us gauge his abilities more closely too."

Ru Yaji's scheme was straightforward—she felt skeptical and yearned to test if Zhou Can truly possessed such prowess.

Just moments before, Zhou Can had pinpointed the patient's dire state to a thrombus blocking the central vein.

Perhaps it was mere fortune that led him there.

Zhou Can might have encountered a comparable case in his practice before. Spotting the issue wasn't anything extraordinary, then.

"Ridiculous! Why on earth should we talk to him? Call him in for a consult?"

Director Xiang sharply scolded Ru Yaji right in front of everyone.

Her mindset proved far too naive, blind to the damage it could inflict on the Provincial People’s Hospital's prestige.

Were Zhou Can part of their staff, they might grudgingly set aside pride and summon him for advice. Yet as a Tuya Hospital physician, inviting him over—if another humiliation like the thrombus fiasco repeated—where would that leave the Provincial People’s Hospital's honor?

Director Xiang viewed matters from a broader angle and peered deeper ahead.

Right then, a nurse entered from the doorway.

"Professor Xiang, here's a note from the family of bed 13 patient—they demanded I deliver it straight to you." She was that same young nurse who'd guided Zhou Can into the ICU earlier.

Her role here was junior, and she lacked much experience.

For now, her duties mostly consisted of miscellaneous chores.

All nurses climb the ladder gradually, beginning with minor errands.

Hospitals maintain strict protocols for how to title doctors by their levels.

Associate directors get hailed simply as Director Whoever. Avoid repeating 'Associate Director'. Assistant directors or vice presidents become Dean Whoever across the board.

With associate chief physicians and chief physicians, steer clear of 'teacher' as a rule; it could offend them.

Chief physicians deserve titles like Director Whoever, or for the savvy ones, Professor Whoever.

It's akin to visiting an admin office and meeting a staffer on menial work—if you say 'comrade,' they might ignore you. Label them 'leader,' though, and they warm up fast. Should a problem arise, they're eager to clarify or advise.

Thus, the art of hailing superiors hides endless subtleties.

Chief physicians favor Professor Whoever over Director Whoever. Should that chief also serve as vice president, shift to Dean once more.

In naming others, pick their loftiest title every time.

A flicker of surprise crossed Director Xiang's face. He accepted the note, noting its triangular fold. Unless deliberately opened, no one else could peek inside.

At once, he grasped that Zhou Can likely respected his stature and preserved his command by keeping the note's words private.

"Keep hashing out the treatment for bed 13's patient, everyone."

Director Xiang rose promptly, stepped out, and opened the note.

A single brief sentence filled it: golden rescue time is four hours.

Those stark words struck Director Xiang's chest like a mighty blow.

Drawing on his vast know-how and insight, he instantly knew Zhou Can meant the bed 13 patient.

Take cardiac and respiratory arrest as an example—it's universally known to feature a three-minute golden rescue window. If CPR is delivered promptly within that span, the patient's body experiences minimal irreversible harm.

On the other hand, delaying rescue past three minutes dramatically heightens the challenge of preserving life.

What's more, should the patient get revived anyway, risks include brain death causing a vegetative condition, or cognitive impairments that lead to intellectual disability. Such outcomes sharply reduce the worth of the rescue.

This imposes a massive strain on the patient's family.

By now, almost three hours had elapsed since the bed 13 patient's admission.

The Provincial People’s Hospital had limited its care to life support measures aimed at steadying vital signs; their approach remained extremely cautious.

Zhou Can's intent was obvious: he aimed to alert Director Xiang that the golden rescue period for this case lay within four hours.

Surpassing that window doesn't always guarantee disaster,

yet it greatly raises the chances of irreversible disease advancement, which could forfeit any shot at cure.