My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

Dr. Zou was the only one who felt embarrassed to greet Zhou Can proactively.

During the surgery for the patient, he messed up, and Zhou Can helped him clean up the mess. Crucially, he even scolded Zhou Can a few times.

Now, Zhou Can swiftly succeeded in implanting all the coils, effectively neutralizing the threat of the patient's cerebral aneurysm. Compared to Zhou Can, anyone could see the difference in skill level.

"Who is Xiao Zhou currently under for standardized training?"

Director Wen asked this, probably already eyeing this talent.

Not only are top doctors fond of outstanding medical trainees, but doctors with inferior medical skills or surgical abilities have an even stronger desire for such talents.

Because having them on board would be significantly helpful.

They hold high utility value.

"I am in the inpatient department, following Dr. Cheng Gang, doing rounds, following up on surgeries, and the like."

Zhou Can honestly informed.

"Cheng Gang? Is he the resident doctor in charge of patients?"

If Cheng Gang heard this, he would probably be furious enough to spew blood.

After all, he is a resident doctor capable of independently managing patients, yet the department's attending doctors barely remember his name.

There are already few doctors in the Neurosurgery department.

Cheng Gang has been in this department for a few years, yet this is the result, which is truly saddening.

Unlike interns and trainees, resident doctors are official department employees, involved in performance metrics and bonus distribution. They should at least be memorable.

Moreover, not long ago, a patient in bed 22 developed postoperative complications—epilepsy.

Cheng Gang had even called Director Wen to report the situation.

Compared to other departments, the doctors in the Neurosurgery department appear particularly indifferent.

There are invisible, intangible barriers.

"Yes, Cheng Gang is in charge of patient care in the ward."

Dr. Ou answered for Zhou Can.

It was apparent from Dr. Ou's eyes that he was eager to ingratiate himself with Director Wen.

"Cheng Gang's academic and surgical skills are quite ordinary. Following him, you can only learn some basic patient management techniques. I will transfer you to my team; you will accompany me in surgeries, consultations, patient management, and so on."

Director Wen was indeed planning on taking Zhou Can under his wing.

Not to mention anything else, just the implantation technique demonstrated by Zhou Can was enough to be of great help in many interventional surgeries.

And such a talent comes completely free.

Trainees do not participate in surgical royalties, nor in the distribution of various departmental bonuses.

They can't even write their name on medical orders or medical records.

It's like recruiting free labor.

Director Wen would surely not miss such a big advantage.

"Thank you, Director Wen, for your cultivation!"

Zhou Can 'happily' expressed his gratitude.

Actually, he hoped to gain the appreciation of Wu Baihe and spend a few months under him.

Because Director Wen's surgical skills were quite ordinary, the learning opportunities were limited.

At the moment, apart from 'happily' agreeing, he literally had no other choice.

Director Wen didn't even ask for his consent.

He just made the decision outright.

If Zhou Can disagreed now, Director Wen's face would surely be longer than a mule's.

For a mere trainee to behave ungratefully, the consequences would be dire.

Zhou Can could only lower his expectations, secure his footing first, then seek further development and progress.

Now following Director Wen, there was still a chance to gain Wu Baihe's appreciation later.

If he couldn't wait for that opportunity, then it was fate.

He could only look for another opportunity to advance in Neurosurgery later.

"Dr. Ou, that Cheng Gang is your resident doctor under your supervision, right?"

"Yes! I am responsible for him most of the time."

Dr. Ou, watching an excellent trainee like this being snatched away on his first day of standardized training in Neurosurgery, felt nothing but envy.

He also particularly hoped that Director Wen would poach him.

Not every attending physician has a superior overseeing them.

Dr. Ou was like a 'wild child'.

When his patients had issues, he could report to the head or deputy head physicians of the department. Anybody was approachable.

But no one took him as a disciple.

Basically, he had to scrounge up advanced surgeries today with one doctor, and tomorrow with another.

Only through this tough method could he progress.

"I will talk to Cheng Gang about this matter later."

Dr. Ou took the initiative to show goodwill again.

"Okay! Then thank you for the trouble!" Director Wen nodded in satisfaction.

Securing a good talent, he seemed quite pleased.

At this time, the patient awakened under the anesthetist's call.

Typically, about ten minutes after anesthesia is stopped, tapping on the patient's shoulder and calling their name would wake them up.

General anesthesia is also considered deep sleep.

After examination, the patient still had vomiting and headache responses post-awakening, with signs of neck stiffness persisting.

It seemed like the condition did not improve post-surgery.

However, that's not the case.

After the bleeding stopped, the aneurysm, no longer filled with new blood, would slightly shrink.

This process wouldn't take too long, possibly less than twenty-four hours.

Then, the patient's intracranial pressure would decrease.

Additionally, the accumulated blood in the cranium would be gradually absorbed by the brain tissue, further reducing the intracranial pressure.

If nothing unexpected occurs, the patient's condition would quickly improve.

Various symptoms would gradually vanish.

Not at all what the relatives thought about the surgery being unsuccessful or useless.

Many relatives and patients lack medical expertise, and the interventional surgery's almost non-invasive nature doesn't help.