Chapter 116: Chapter 116: When I was a doctor, you were still in elementary school!
Translator: 549690339
Hearing Chen Cang’s considerations, the woman frowned all at once.
“Doctor, you must be joking, right? Other than his stomach and intestines, my father is in good health. During the colon surgery three years ago, the experts from the provincial People’s Hospital even said my father was in good shape. It can’t be. I know about intestinal obstruction! How could it be so serious?”
The woman was somewhat incredulous and even looked at Chen Cang with a bit of unprofessionalism in her eyes, subtly beginning to doubt him.
“I also studied medicine initially and now work in a pharmaceutical company. I understand medicine too. By the way, young doctor, is your director around? Director Li Baoshan, I know him.” The woman’s words were very direct, making it clear she didn’t trust Chen Cang. Maybe she didn’t really know Li Baoshan and was just mentioning it to intimidate Chen Cang, but her intention was to find the director. You’re not good enough, step aside, I don’t believe you!
At that statement, Chen Cang sighed deeply.
Seeing the woman’s ignorant and self-assured expression and tone, Chen Cang understood it was impossible to continue a deep and meaningful communication with her.
Chen Cang shook his head, “The director has gone to surgery, but… big sister, the patient has a history of abdominal surgery, so acute intestinal obstruction needs to be considered even more.”
The woman looked at Chen Cang, her face devoid of smiles, “Impossible, he just ate a few dumplings, how could it be so serious! Does rectal bleeding necessarily mean colon cancer? What kind of logic is that…”
At this moment, the scene became rather awkward!
On one side was the anxious and serious Chen Cang, and on the other side, the skeptical and blindly confident family member.
After some effort, Chen Cang checked the elderly man’s vital signs and electrocardiogram first thing.
Chen Cang said, “Let’s not argue whether it’s an intestinal obstruction right now. I suggest we do an abdominal CT first. Then everything will become clear.”
Actually, the master’s instruction had already provided a diagnosis, which was acute intestinal obstruction.
But Chen Cang couldn’t say that; he could only suggest doing a CT to see.
Moreover, an abdominal CT was absolutely necessary. Especially considering the high suspicion of acute intestinal obstruction, in fact, for an elderly person with unclear posture and signs, an abdominal CT can also rule out other diseases like acute cholecystitis, acute pancreatitis, acute appendicitis, etc.
Unfortunately, he was dealing with this seemingly cultured and refined daughter who had also studied medicine.
Doctors sometimes especially dread “medical” patients.
Because they know a little about everything, yet they know nothing at all.
You don’t understand what you should, yet you understand what you shouldn’t.
This is very troublesome.
As soon as the woman heard they needed to do a CT, her brows furrowed, and she even stopped calling him doctor, saying directly, “Kid, he just has an upset stomach. And look at you, ECG, monitors… everything has been checked, and you’ve found nothing wrong, yet now you want to do a CT. Are we going to do an MRI next, or maybe even a PET-CT?”
“It’s just a simple gastroenteritis. Just prescribe some medication and that will do.”
Chen Cang frowned, “Acute intestinal obstruction is very dangerous. Can you take responsibility if something goes wrong?”
The woman’s eyebrows shot up, and she got angry all at once, “lam his daughter, who else should take responsibility if not me?”
Chen Cang made several serious explanations, but the other party remained the same, not changing her initial stance, even saying directly, “Come on, I’ll sign the papers. I’ll take all the consequences upon myself!”
“You young folks are getting worse by the day. Can’t you diagnose without machines anymore? With all this testing you do, no wonder patients complain. Back in my days, we didn’t have all these issues. When I was practicing medicine, you were still in elementary school!”
Actually, the profession of a doctor is quite strange. People have a lot of presence on their own turf.
But, when doctors are in their own hospital, wearing white coats, even though it’s their territory, they still have to act the part of the subservient.
Chen Cang shook his head silently.
Even though the family member was willing to sign the papers and take all responsibility, and even claimed Chen Cang was incompetent, no matter what, he still had to do his best to retain them. After all… the elderly man is innocent, life is innocent.
And there was one more thing!
Once something went wrong, many family members had every reason to say righteously, “We don’t understand, that’s why we came to the hospital. You’re the doctor, don’t you understand?”
Similar situations happened frequently, and Chen Cang had even encountered family members who said, “You’re the doctor, you have the expertise, why didn’t you insist on us getting the examination?”
The woman didn’t continue to make a scene. She got up and throughout the process, she didn’t swear once; her voice wasn’t even raised; she behaved very “cultured.”
The woman turned around and pushed the old man away gracefully, “We’re going to the emergency department at Dongda First Hospital.”
After saying that, she left.
Chen Cang breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they went to a hospital, maybe after they saw the experts at Dongda First Hospital, they would follow the expert’s advice.
An interlude, and Chen Cang continued with his work.
In the afternoon, 120 delivered several patients with acute abdomen acute cholecystitis one after another, and Chen Cang followed them into surgery.
It was past eight in the evening by the time Chen Cang finished the surgeries and came out.
By then, the progress bar for his breakthrough in cholecystectomy skills had already moved past halfway.
Maybe after a few more surgeries, he could be promoted to master level.
Now, with “Expert Guidance,” everything was manageable for Chen Cang, but without it, facing those complicated cases again, Chen Cang felt that mere advanced cholecystectomy skills would be inadequate.
The gap between master level skills and advanced skills is definitely not just a simple difference in effectiveness.
It’s even about how one handles special cases—with composure, thought process, and choice.
After the surgeries, Chen Cang, still wearing his mask, went back to the emergency department, where Wang Qian was on the night shift.
After greeting him, Chen Cang returned home.
He had been moving out over the past few days, and the old house was pretty much emptied out. Tomorrow is Saturday, and after tidying up, Chen Cang was preparing to pack up and leave Damacun, taking the chance to bid farewell to the landlady.
This might be the last night he spent here.
Chen Cang was somewhat sentimental.
It wasn’t the house or the bed he longed for.
But rather, he was reflective of the tough two years he’d endured.
People who emerge from hard times are always like this.
After freshening up, he went down to grab a bite to eat.
Now, Damacun was nowhere near as bustling as it used to be, with everyone gradually moving away and the small eateries no longer in business.
Even the place where he frequently had Kung Pao chicken, Old He’s place, was closed.
This urban village, already somewhat shabby, suddenly aged further, resembling the elderly person wearing fancy clothes who was pushed into the hospital today.
Perhaps these dilapidated self-built houses would bring considerable wealth to many of his descendants, allowing them to live refined lives, in affluence.
But they… ultimately vanished into this bustling city.
Under the cover of night, the streetlights were all broken.
The road was still littered with garbage, with worn mattresses and blankets, broken wooden beds and cabinets, as well as the toys of children.
Because there was no place for them in the brand-new buildings, even the clean elevator-serviced apartments contained more brand-new items.
Those about to become wealthy didn’t care about these old furnishings anymore.
Chen Cang noticed that today, there were many more stray dogs here, perhaps they were the lives left behind.
It seems as though they too were about to fade from here along with the memories of their old masters.
Maybe, they would manage to witness Damacun’s houses collapse and see new buildings rise up.
Chen Cang left the village, and outside was a brand-new world, lively with people bustling to and fro, a stream of headlights and a steady flow of traffic.
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