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  Director Fang didn't need to say more, a few very sharp eyes shot onto Dr. Zhou's face, like an electric drill trying to drill into Dr. Zhou's brain. Sweat dripped from Doctor Zhou's forehead.

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

   Doctor Zhou turned around and started to work, pumping medicine to add anesthetic to the patient.

   After the drug entered the tube, the patient's moaning gradually stopped.

   The surgeons were all relieved, and they could finally continue the operation.

   But Dr. Zhou was not able to relax, instead the sweat on his forehead became more and more like a rainstorm. . .

The result of    just confirmed that he had done something terrible wrong just now.

   "Dr. Zhou." Director Fang's tone was unceremonious and gave instructions to Dr. Zhou, "You come to my office after the operation, we need to have a good talk."

  It is definitely not a good thing for leaders to talk to them.

   Dr. Zhou hurried over to the leader and defended himself: "Director Fang, you were away just now, and you don't know the condition of this patient."

   "What is 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 adding medicine cause her heart trouble?" Director Fang asked him back with a sigh of fire.

  If you have the ability, do you dare to say that my leader is forcing you to add medicine to the patient and let the patient die? Dare you say no, Dr. Zhou?

  Doctor Zhou dared not say anything, gasping for breath in his mouth, regretting that he should have been stubborn instead of giving the patient medicine first.

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

   The leaders couldn't believe that their own hospital had produced such a doctor who had no sympathy for the patients. What kind of doctor would he be?

   Director Fang's words were like five thunders hitting the top. Doctor Zhou's soul was awakened, his face was pale, and his body suddenly shook a little.

   Director Fang was very distressed: "Dr. Zhou, you forgot what you do here, right? You forgot what you have been in this industry for more than 20 years, right?"

   is forgetting, forgetting all. I just remember the sneering people who sneered at him whenever anesthesia was mentioned in the society. It seems that I keep doing repetitive work every day, and there is not much difference in work, until I forget what I am doing.

   When you reach a certain age, it is harder and harder to make academic breakthroughs than to make money.

   "Okay, I'll talk to President Xiao and your director of anesthesiology about you when I get back." Director Fang's tone was heavy, and he was very clear about the serious nature of this matter.

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

   was just numb for a while, and was 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 that President Xiao and your directors can keep you." Director Fang said meaningfully to him, Wave your hand to let him go back to work first.

   (end of this chapter)