My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1378 547: So It Was a Banner of Appreciation, A Hint of Vigilance (2)

Zhou Can was exceptionally prudent when addressing members of the family, ensuring no trace of negative emotion permeated his speech.

In this current era, characterized by significantly strained doctor-patient relations, medical professionals must develop strategies to navigate the demanding healthcare environment. They work diligently to enhance their communication abilities, standardize diagnostic and treatment protocols, and actively prevent confrontations with patients and their families.

"Director, could you please examine my son once more?"

The family promptly requested Deputy Director Han's attention.

"What is there to re-examine? In terms of medical skill, Dr. Zhou is my equal. Having me assess him again would merely squander invaluable time needed for the rescue. Please, proceed with the examination immediately! His life is the priority."

Deputy Director Han urged the family to act swiftly.

Despite lingering skepticism, the family offered no further objections.

The patient was then escorted for examination.

"Director Han, I will entrust this patient to your care. I must now report to the operating room."

"Understood! Continue with your important work!"

Ever since Deputy Director Han suffered a broken hand at the hands of a family member, and Zhou Can intervention facilitated a swift surgery and secured a better ward through his connections, he has harbored deep gratitude towards Zhou Can.

In professional matters, he consistently extends preferential treatment to Zhou Can.

Acts of kindness indeed yield favorable returns.

Zhou Can's extensive network of allies largely stems from his willingness to assist others.

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Around nine in the morning, word reached Zhou Can that the patient initially suspected of a ruptured aortic dissection was, in fact, suffering from severe pancreatitis. The condition was critical, and the Digestive Surgery department had been alerted to assume care.

For patients in such grave states, the attending physician in the Emergency Department would invariably seek to transfer them to specialized care.

Failure to do so could invite endless complications should any adverse event occur.

"I never imagined the patient actually had acute pancreatitis. My initial assessment leaned towards the higher probability of an aortic dissection. Boss Zhou truly lives up to his renowned reputation; not only are his surgical skills exceptional, but his diagnostic acumen is equally outstanding,"

Jiang Wei remarked, her gaze filled with admiration for Zhou Can.

It was no small feat to impress someone of her caliber.

"The diagnosis was nothing extraordinary. With heightened vigilance, a thorough understanding of pathology, and extensive clinical experience, anyone could achieve such a result."

Zhou Can dismissed the diagnostic effort as trivial.

The operating theater was particularly demanding that day, with a continuous stream of surgical patients requiring urgent intervention.

The team remained engaged until slightly past 12:40 PM, at which point Zhou Can and several members of his surgical staff proceeded to the cafeteria for lunch. Typically, they patronized the cafeteria for their midday meals. Only when they missed the usual mealtime would they resort to ordering takeout and dining in the lounge.

As they were exiting the operating room, Zhou Can noticed a young man approaching him with evident haste.

It turned out to be none other than the brother of the acute pancreatitis patient.

Internally, Zhou Can adopted a stance of cautious vigilance, pondering the young man's intentions. Could something have happened to his brother, leading him to hold Zhou Can responsible?

"Boss, should we alert security?"

Yang Zhi inquired discreetly.

A palpable tension filled the air as the team observed a family member, clutching a long package, advancing rapidly.

"Not at this moment. You all proceed to lunch!"

Zhou Can exuded confidence in his capabilities; even if the package concealed a sharp blade, he felt assured of his ability to manage the situation.

The disarming of a weapon with bare hands is a skill possessed by nearly all practitioners of combat disciplines.

"Dr. Zhou, this is for you!"

The young man swiftly unraveled the package, revealing a ceremonial flag.

A collective sigh of relief swept through the onlookers.

If the intention was to present a flag, why induce such apprehension with a menacing approach?

"What is the significance of this?"

Zhou Can expressed a touch of bewilderment; was this young man prone to bestowing flags upon everyone indiscriminately?

He had already received an uncountable number of such tokens.

"It is to express our gratitude for saving my brother's life! Digestive Surgery informed us that any further delay would have resulted in unforeseen and dire consequences. They also mentioned that my brother's symptoms closely mimicked those of an aortic dissection, making the diagnosis exceedingly challenging. It was your accurate diagnosis that secured crucial time for my brother's treatment. Yet, I harbored doubts about your skills. I am truly sorry; please accept my deepest apologies."

Following the young man's explanation, Zhou Can finally grasped the situation.

The patient's condition had indeed been critical at that juncture, and while Zhou Can's direct contribution might not have been extensive, it proved to be absolutely pivotal.

Without Zhou Can's prompt and correct diagnosis, the patient could have faced extremely perilous circumstances.

"How is your brother recovering now?"

After accepting the flag, Zhou Can inquired casually.

"The surgery went well, and he's now resting in the ward," the nurse reported.

"That's good news," Zhou Can replied, a hint of relief in his voice.

Zhou Can's heart warmed with joy upon hearing about the patient's successful recovery.

He always found a profound sense of fulfillment in these moments.

"I really shouldn't be the one accepting this; I didn't do much. Please take this banner back and give it to the attending surgeon," Zhou Can insisted, attempting to return the flag from the grateful family.

"We must thank the surgeon, but we thank you even more. This banner was specially made, so please don't refuse it. Consider it a small token of our immense gratitude," they pleaded.

"In that case... alright! Thank you, thank you!" Zhou Can finally relented, accepting the banner with a grateful smile.

Lunchtime arrived, and Zhou Can headed to the cafeteria.

As he ate, he habitually scrolled through his phone, responding to the most critical messages.

He knew this habit of eating while tending to messages wasn't ideal, but his schedule was simply too demanding to allow otherwise.

Suddenly, several consecutive messages from Director Xue Yan appeared on his screen.