Chapter 1796 【1796】Five Thunders

What? What are you talking about? Who are you trying to fool? You want to fool the leader? I am your leader, if I can’t see what you are doing, can I be your leader and lead you?

Director Fang didn't need to say much, several very sharp gazes shot at Dr. Zhou's face, trying to drill into Dr. Zhou's brain like an electric drill. Dr. Zhou's forehead was sweating profusely.

"Doctor Zhou." Director Fang tapped the document board again, urging the child to reform himself like a child's mother.

Dr. Zhou turned around and started working, pumping medicine and adding anesthesia to the patient.

After the drug entered the catheter, the patient's groans gradually stopped.

All the surgeons breathed a sigh of relief, and finally they could continue with the operation.

Only Dr. Zhou couldn't relax. Instead, the sweat on his forehead became more and more, like a rainstorm.

Such a result just proved that he had done something terribly wrong just now.

"Doctor Zhou." Director Fang gave instructions to Dr. Zhou in an unceremonious tone, "Come to my office after the operation, we need to have a good talk."

It is definitely not a good thing for a leader to talk to you.

Dr. Zhou hurried over to the leader and defended himself: "Director Fang, you were not there just now, so you don't know about this patient's condition."

"What's the patient's condition?"

"She is older and her heart is not very good, so the dosage of some medicines must be controlled."

"Okay. Tell me, what did you do just now? Did the drug give her a heart attack?" Director Fang held back his anger when he asked him this.

If you have the ability, do you dare to say that I, the leader, forced you to add medicine to the patient and let the patient die? How dare you say no, Dr. Zhou?

Doctor Zhou didn't dare to say anything, he gasped and gasped, regretting that he should have spoken hard first instead of adding medicine to the patient.

When he saw what the other party was thinking, Director Fang was going to be furious on the spot, and his voice was trembling when he told the other party the following words: "Doctor Zhou, if the person lying on the operating table is your own mother , how would you feel?!"

The leader couldn't believe that there was such a doctor in his hospital who didn't even have any sympathy for patients. What kind of doctor is he?

Director Fang's words were like five thunderclaps, Dr. Zhou's soul was awakened, his complexion turned pale, and his body shook suddenly.

Director Fang was heartbroken: "Doctor Zhou, you forgot what you do here, right? You forgot what you have been working in this industry for more than 20 years, right?"

I forgot, all forgot. I just remember the cynicism and sneer at him every time anesthesia was mentioned in the society. I seem to be doing repetitive jobs every day, jobs with little difference, until I forget what I am doing.

At a certain age, it is more difficult and more difficult to make academic breakthroughs than to make money.

"Okay, I'll talk to Dean Xiao and the director of the anesthesiology department about you later." Director Fang said in a heavy tone, clearly aware of the seriousness of the matter.

"Director Fang." Doctor Zhou panicked and wanted to plead for himself, "I'm not, I really don't want to—"

It's just numb for a moment, being preempted by other thoughts.

"Go back and do your job well. In your current position, if this patient can't get off the operating table safely, it's not me, Dean Xiao and your director who can protect you." Director Fang said to him meaningfully, Waved him to go back to work first.