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Chapter 1083: 【1083】Actions speak louder than words

Chapter 1083: 【1083】Actions speak louder than words

Most of the other attending doctors agreed with these views.

"Regarding the issues you’ve mentioned," Cao Yong refuted on behalf of the absent Xie Wanying, "First, whether the preoperative patient’s various indexes are good or bad, you’ve only mentioned the numerical value of the tumor volume. She has listed all the patient’s indicators in a table. Do you want to take another look at this table, to see clearly whether they are good or bad?"

A group of doctors’ faces stiffened: List statistics?!

She is a student, true, and she treats medical discussions with utmost seriousness, true.

Right or wrong, the data are there, crystal clear.

President Wu chuckled in his throat and instructed Section Chief Yang, "Turn on the projector, blow up her table onto the screen so everyone can see."

Section Chief Yang quickly set up the projector.

Cao Yong handed the first table to Section Chief Yang.

Projected on the screen through the magnification of the projector was a handwritten table. Though hand-drawn, every number in it was incredibly clear, without the slightest ambiguity.

The doctors in attendance watched and gradually became speechless.

Facts speak louder than words.

Someone held out a hand to President Wu, requesting to revisit the patient’s previous medical records.

Sometimes, people assume their memories are infallible, believing the contents of their brains are entirely accurate. However, human memory is not as reliable as many think. Otherwise, humans wouldn’t need to invent written language to preserve records through the ages.

When the numbers were presented ruthlessly, the pain was felt deeply, right into the heart.

With a grave expression, President Wu looked at the table, recalling what Cao Yong had just summarized: they had been too optimistic, and now it was evident.

This girl, like Cao Yong, was a sharp scalpel.

Without giving the group a chance to catch their breath, Cao Yong held his junior sister’s work in his hand, thinking her scholarly thinking was excellent and always to the point. With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, he continued, "You say that you know exactly how to treat patients with the same disease, that it’s so familiar it’s trivial, arguing that pre-surgical conferences have become merely a formality and should be cancelled. Here, she has proposed the opposite view. Not only should they not be cancelled, but we must also establish standardized procedures for medical services for every patient. Using that rather fashionable professional term, it is called clinical pathways. Clinical pathways are supported by a large number of papers. You say that meetings are meaningless, then bring out your evidence."

The people seated opposite Cao Yong stared at him: You?

Cao Yong unabashedly returned their gaze and said, "I personally think this work is really good. It’s good because sometimes we’re not clear on what our brain has done. We need to regularly review what exactly our brain has done. We can write medical records, we can write papers to summarize. But whether what’s written is correct requires standards for guidance. She has proposed such a reference pathway, allowing us to see at glance whether we have executed according to the standards, whether we have given special treatment to Teacher Zhang back then."

The words ’special treatment’ echoed in the room with unusual heaviness.

Sometimes, special treatment by doctors is not a good thing; it could lead to deviation from normal rational thinking due to emotional ties.

Section Chief Yang displayed several subsequent tables listed by Xie Wanying, enlarged on the screen.

Each number was devastatingly precise.

Doctors in attendance could hardly believe their eyes, asking, "How many days has she had the medical records?"