University Doctor and His Fragile Patients

Mu Yao just stood there.

Everyone felt suffocated for Chen Mu.

But on the other end of the phone, the senior’s voice continued, "From the current situation, Dr. Chen and Dr. Chen’s father may have to bear the main responsibility."

"The others should be fine."

The others?

Who else could there be?

This thought only flashed through her mind for a moment.

Mu Yao quickly understood what her senior meant.

When she opened her mouth,

her tone,

was still filled with incredulity, "Do you mean to say that..."

"If the patient cannot be saved, only Dr. Chen and his father need to bear the responsibility, and we, the group of intern doctors who also participated in the rescue, don’t have to bear any responsibility?"

As for her, it’s understandable.

Due to her hand injury, she had always been doing the assistant’s work.

But.

Her classmates who were still helping beside Dr. Chen had indeed administered the needles and participated in the treatment.

On the other end of the phone.

Mu Yao’s senior, upon hearing her question, instinctively nodded.

But soon.

The senior realized belatedly.

Mu Yao probably couldn’t see him nodding, so he had to speak up again, "If it weren’t Dr. Chen or Dr. Chen’s father at the scene, what would you people do when facing this patient?"

Mu Yao: "..."

Naturally, they would also want to save the patient like Chen Mu did.

However.

She also understood her own level, and that she couldn’t save this patient.

Thinking of this.

Mu Yao took a deep breath, "Call 120 and do the best to keep the patient alive."

Senior: "Yes, if not for Dr. Chen and his father’s insistence, the person would have already been sent to a top-tier hospital. Although there might be problems later, such as disability or being a vegetable for life, the responsibility wouldn’t belong to Dr. Chen."

"But they chose to keep the person here and treat him using traditional Chinese medicine."

"So even if the patient later only has some minor sequelae, the responsibility might still belong to Dr. Chen and his father. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

On the phone.

The senior’s voice was too cold and hard.

Mu Yao knew.

The senior, following the teacher,

although never having been involved in a medical dispute with patients, must have seen similar scenes in the hospital many times.

The understanding of such responsibility divisions is far greater than those of them who have not yet truly entered the professional world.

Mu Yao looked in Chen Mu’s direction, murmuring, "But Dr. Chen knew there would be such a division of responsibility, so why still..."

Why still choose to treat this patient himself.

The senior’s calm voice rang out again on the phone, "Actually, I’ve thought about this too; there should be two possibilities."

"One is just as Professor Chen mentioned when he contacted the teacher, that they have confidence in saving the patient and restoring him to normal."

Mu Yao opened her mouth: "And the other..."

Precisely because Mu Yao herself is a doctor, and a fairly talented one in traditional Chinese medicine.

She knew.

How slim the first possibility mentioned by the senior really was.

Even if one of those helping remotely was a National Medical Master capable of writing textbooks for them.

They couldn’t withstand such reckless behavior from fragile college students.

"The other possibility..."

On the phone, the senior’s voice was smaller than before, "The other possibility is knowing full well it’s impractical, yet doing it anyway..."

"Perhaps it’s a sense of mission that comes with the profession?"

"Knowing there’s a better chance for students, always wanting to try, fearing the students might be left with aftereffects."

When Mu Yao spoke again, her voice was trembling.

"But Dr. Chen shouldn’t have such naïve thoughts, should he?"

It’s one thing for others, as they have just come out of school and naturally have some overly naïve ideas.

Seeing their profession through rose-tinted glasses.

But Chen Mu is different.

He’s already had unpleasant experiences.

Why would he still attempt such things?

The senior let out a bitter laugh: "Are there not many such naïve people? What we can do for Dr. Chen now is minimal, just not to add insult to injury, and help ensure that Dr. Chen definitely saves this patient..."

Can he really save them?

The disheartening words.

Almost slipped out.

Mu Yao looked in Chen Mu’s direction from afar: "We can only hold on to such hope, senior, you go ahead and busy yourself, give my regards to the teacher, I roughly know what to do now."

As she spoke.

Mu Yao hung up the phone with her senior.

On her way back.

She saw an intern doctor from the same school.

Just so happened to be another professor’s student.

Before the other person made a call, Mu Yao stopped him.

Briefed him about the results of her call just now.

The guy was stunned for a moment.

Then, without much thought, turned around to continue assisting Chen Mu.

Watching her classmate’s hastily departing figure.

Mu Yao sighed softly.

In her heart, there was even some inexplicable envy.

When Mu Yao returned to the rescue scene.

She looked at the patient on the ground incredulously, "Awake, awake?"

It was a genuine awakening.

With eyes clear and aware.

Su Bingbing, seeing Mu Yao, also came up.

Sharing softly by Mu Yao’s side, "Unbelievable, isn’t it? When the patient woke up and talked to Dr. Chen just now, I saw several intern doctors crying with excitement. This awakening must be something difficult for you medical students to achieve, right."