He only touched on it briefly, without going into detail.
Xu Qinghe replied, "Dean Jiang, my tone was indeed inappropriate that time. I'll be more careful in the future. Our department head also asked me to reflect on my behavior. I'll submit a written self-criticism to you in a couple of days."
Dean Jiang was taken aback.
Her tone was gentle, and her attitude toward admitting mistakes was good.
He wasn't used to it at all.
Not only was her attitude good, but she was also offering to write a self-criticism.
Could it be that Shi Wenli's return had actually made her listen and take advice?
"There's no need to write a self-criticism. It wasn't a major fault."
But Xu Qinghe insisted, "I should write it."
Dean Jiang suddenly felt uneasy.
Since ancient times, anything out of the ordinary usually meant trouble.
It took him a moment to realize that if she wrote a self-criticism, then if there were any future complaints, he couldn't easily say much.
Zhang Xun glanced at his senior sister. Why was she volunteering to write a self-criticism?
The reason she had canceled those two hip replacement surgeries in orthopedics was that after a comprehensive assessment, she believed the patient's anesthesia risk was too high at that time. Anesthetizing a patient in that physical condition could easily trigger a stroke leading to paralysis.
But the orthopedics team insisted the surgery could go ahead without issues.
Communication between anesthesia and orthopedics broke down, leading to the argument.
They had laid into her, but she stood her ground, not backing down an inch.
Before he came to the hospital for his internship, he'd heard that she was the doctor most often reported to the leadership and a frequent visitor to the medical office.
Sometimes, when the anesthesia risk was too high and a surgery needed to be canceled, but the surgical department disagreed, only his senior sister in the entire anesthesia department dared to stand firm.
She not only stood up to the surgeons but also to the head of the anesthesia department, never yielding.
And so, every surgery she insisted on canceling was ultimately canceled.
This made her famous throughout the hospital.
She was almost the complete opposite of the well-liked Shi Wenli.
Another thing everyone knew about her was that among all the doctors in the operating suite, she owned the most pairs of clogs.
He had once asked his senior sister why she bought so many pairs.
She said that every time she was complained about, she would buy herself a nice pair of clogs to comfort herself.
Before she knew it, she had this many pairs.
...
Today, there were six surgeries, and they ended a little earlier.
Before leaving work, Xu Qinghe made her routine preoperative visit.
Her first anesthesia case tomorrow morning was an 82-year-old patient from general surgery.
The elderly man refused general anesthesia. However, he had severe degenerative spinal disease with nerve compression, and his feet were already numb. If they used spinal anesthesia, there was a significant risk of nerve damage after the puncture.
Ever since being admitted, the old man had repeatedly told the attending physician that he absolutely would not undergo general anesthesia.
One of his mahjong buddies had undergone a minor surgery with general anesthesia last month. After being discharged, the friend had become noticeably slower, even fumbling with his tiles.
The friend also said that intubation was agonizing and urged them all to take good care of their health.
Given the old man's condition, the attending physician had requested a preoperative consultation, asking neurosurgery to evaluate the patient's neurological function today.
Before Xu Qinghe arrived at the ward, the old man's children were trying to persuade him: the friend's sluggishness was only temporary and would gradually recover.
The old man waved his hand dismissively, not believing a word.
"Dad, just go with general anesthesia. For your spine, spinal anesthesia is even riskier."
But the old man was stubborn and wouldn't listen.
The eldest son, who was himself a doctor, said, "Dad, general anesthesia won't make you dumb. Don't you trust your own son?"
"I really don't."
"..."
The old man waved his hand. "Enough said. I'm not having general anesthesia, and I'm not getting intubated." The thought of having a tube inserted through his mouth for general anesthesia made him terrified.
"Dad, intubation isn't as scary as you think."
"It's easy for you to say—it's not going into your mouth!"
"..."
The eldest son suppressed his anger and tried to reason. "Dad, don't make things difficult for the anesthesiologist. Sometimes it's not about what you want; it's about your actual physical condition."
The old man insisted, "Didn't I come here for surgery because the doctors here are skilled?"
The eldest son was speechless.