Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s
Chapter 1062: 【1062】Bygones are like smoke

Chapter 1062: 【1062】Bygones are like smoke

"Senior Cao is angry that the doctor’s professional attitude was not carried through to the end."

"Clarify what you mean; I don’t quite understand—" He Guangyou gestured with his hand to indicate, "you know what you just said implies that there was nothing wrong with the patient’s entire treatment plan."

"There was nothing wrong, indeed, if it was sent for assessment by the relevant health departments, I can guarantee they would find no errors. The patient was in terminal stage, and clinically speaking, there are no drugs to treat it, and surgery has already been attempted."

"So what?"

"But Senior Cao is a neurosurgeon. From his professional perspective as a neurosurgeon, considering the patient’s issues, including the fact that he was quite familiar with the patient before the illness, he pondered medically about the changes in the patient’s brain after falling ill. True, the patient ultimately didn’t have brain metastases, and it seemed there were no tumors in the brain. However, he knew that human brains tend to pursue benefits and avoid harm, a fact that has been proven by scientific research. With the mechanism of pain suppression in pursuit of benefits and avoidance of harm, the brain would guide a patient to exhibit some irrational behavior."

The other two, listening to her, apparently had never considered such issues before, and now their faces were displaying expressions related to reminiscing.

A scene from four years ago seemed to replay vividly in their minds.

That night, thunderstorms raged outside the hospital ward window. The downpour did not relieve the oppressive atmosphere within the ward; instead, it brought an even heavier sense of oppression, as dark clouds heavily loomed over everyone who was there.

"I’ve said it many times, his mind is not clear!"

"Can you calm down a bit, Cao Yong? Teacher Zhang’s brain does not show any abnormalities currently, he is very lucid, and he can offer his own academic views when we discuss his personal treatment plan with him."

"No—it’s not him—"

"What are you talking about? What do you mean he’s not Teacher Zhang?"

"He’s not Teacher Zhang, I know it; his brain is not that of Old Zhang now!"

"All right, Cao Yong, you go out. If you keep this up, I will have to transfer you far away. The one who is not clear-headed is not Old Zhang but you."

...

The intense argument, like an atomic bomb on the verge of exploding, threatened to blow everyone at the scene to pieces. Clinically, having such situations is very painful, and no one wants to remember them.

Arguments are harmful to relationships, the same within the medical community.

He Guangyou decisively stopped reminiscing, stood up, and decided to step out to catch a breath of fresh air.

Xie Wanying was right about one thing.

The brain seeks benefits and avoids harms, and looking at his current state, unable to accept any pain at all, he just wanted to escape immediately.

Walking to the door and opening it, there stood a man in a blue shirt.

He Guangyou gasped as if he had seen a ghost; his face and lips turned white, and he shuddered as he squeezed out three words: "Cao, Doc, tor?"

Truly uncertain whether he had just seen a ghost.

Cao Yong’s mouth curved slightly, and he said to him, "It’s good, you didn’t call me Teacher Zhang."

Neurosurgeons have strong nerves, and at this moment he could still crack such a cold professional joke. He Guangyou’s legs felt weak.

Lightly patting his shoulder to make way, Cao Yong walked straight into the multimedia classroom.

He Guangyou turned to see him approach Tao Zhijie, feeling his scalp tingle, his hair standing on end, terrified and stiff not knowing what to do.