Chapter 2 — Emergency Night Watchman

He looked at the CTA on the phone, then looked at the heart rate on the monitor.
"Good job." He said three words, then took the bed, led the nurse on duty in the operating room, and disappeared under the shadowless light.
The moment the door closed, I leaned my back against the wall and slid down to sit on the ground. My legs trembled. That line of blood-red letters, the moment the door closed— Disappeared. The countdown to zero turned into a new line of text. 【The patient has escaped the risk of immediate death. The final prognosis depends on the results of surgery.】 Two forty-seven in the morning. The hallway was so quiet that only the electric sound of the fluorescent lights could be heard. I sat on the ground, calmed down for a long time before standing up. This is the first time I have used this ability to save someone. It was also the first time I bypassed the doctor's instructions and called the dean directly. I know what will happen tomorrow. Zhao Dueming will be mad. The head nurse will find me to talk. The label "conformist doctor who doesn't know the rules" will be stuck on me. But that person is alive. Forty-six years old, there are old people above and young people below. He's alive. At five thirty in the morning, the surgery ended. When Chu Yen Binh walked out of the operating room, her hair was tangled by the surgical cap and she looked tired, but her eyes carried the kind of calm characteristic after successful surgery. He saw me still standing in the hallway and raised his eyebrows.
“Aren't you going back to rest?”
“Wait for the results.”
"Replacing artificial blood vessels, ascending aorta plus arterial arch. Very successful." He pulled down the mask, "Ten more minutes later, it will break directly during surgery, and it will be difficult for the gods to save."
Ten minutes. I swallowed.
“Director Chu, thank you.”
He looked at me for a moment, his eyes searching.
“What year are you a medical examiner?”
“First year.”
“Which school?”
"Provincial Medical University. Study simultaneously at bachelor's and master's levels."
"YES." He nodded, said no more, turned around and left.
After taking two steps, he stopped, without turning his head, and threw back a sentence:
"I miss you already. Tham Yen."
【Chapter 2】 I thought the result of this would be praise. It's naive. At nine o'clock the next morning, Trieu Due Minh's face was so gloomy that he could cry. He called me into the teaching room, closed the door, opened his mouth and scolded me: "Tham Yen, tell me, who gave you the courage to call the director of the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery in the middle of the night?" I stood across the table, not sitting, looking at him.
“Mr. Trieu, the patient has a Stanford type A dissection.”
“The correct result does not mean your process is correct!” He slapped the table, the lid of the tea cup popped up, "You are a returning doctor! Above you there is a resident doctor, above the resident doctor there is a main treating doctor, above the main treating doctor is the head! Ignore everyone, directly contact Chu Yen Binh, where do you put me?"
“I called teacher—”
“I told you to watch—”
“Master Trieu.” I looked at him, "The teacher said to do a CT scan tomorrow morning. That patient can't wait until tomorrow morning."
"How do you know you can't wait? As a recursive doctor like you, are you so sure of your judgment?"
I was silent for a moment. How to explain it to him? Say I saw the countdown?
“Blood pressure difference between the two limbs above 48, tearing pain, this is an indication clearly written in black and white. in the textbook—”
“Textbook?” Trieu Due Minh laughed coldly, "You took out a textbook to teach me how to do things? I've been working in the Emergency Department for twelve years, how many months have you been here?"
I don't say anymore. Because I know the nature of this is not right or wrong. It's face. Being a regressor causes a primary care physician to lose face in front of the entire department.
“I will write this into your compensation assessment.” He pointed at me, "From now on shift, you must notify me in advance of any action. I said don't do it, you can't do it. Do you understand?
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
“I understand.”
He waved his hand to tell me to get out. When I turned around and pulled the door open, I heard him mutter behind him: "I don't know how high the sky is." The door closes. In the hallway, people come and go. I stood for a few seconds, took a deep breath, then went to get my shift. This story spread very quickly in the department. There are several versions. Some people say I'm a new kid with a hot head, causing chaos in the middle of the night and almost scaring people to death. Some people said that I had the bad luck of catching a fly, and that I had actually encountered a dissection, otherwise it would have turned into a medical dispute. There were also people who said that I called too high because I didn't understand the rules. No one said "Shen Yen saved a life". At least within the Emergency Department, no one said so. On the contrary, Ms. Luu secretly said to me: "Doctor Tham, today the patient's family came to give a thank you flag. Doctor Trieu received it and hung it in his office." I was a little stunned. Then smiled and said nothing. I don't know whose name the thank you flag was written on. It won't be my name anyway. Compensation. Originally not worthy of a name. Over the next week, Trieu Due Minh's attitude towards me worsened clearly to the naked eye. Previously it was ignored. Now it's pressure.