Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Chapter 70 The less ability, the less responsibility.

While waiting for the MRI results, Kenji Tanaka went and bought two cans of coffee.

He first pulled the tab on one of the cans and handed it to Kiryu Kazusuke, then opened one for himself and took a big gulp.

"ha--"

He exhaled a long breath of hot air, as if to release all the pent-up pressure he had felt in the ward.

"That really scared me to death."

"If neither you nor Dr. Imagawa could have detected the VISI deformity and had simply put on a cast and discharged the patient, I would be finished."

"That Mrs. Ando looks like someone you don't want to mess with."

Although the MRI results are not yet available, both Dr. Imagawa and Kiryu have said so, so it's highly likely that there's no suspense.

Kiryu Kazusuke pulled the tab, tilted his head back, and took a swig.

"Tanaka-senpai, don't overthink it."

"In the end, we're all just medical trainees."

"Our mission is simply to be able to loudly answer 'the will' at any time."

"The less ability you have, the less responsibility you bear."

The cheap saccharin taste mixed with the bitterness of caffeine spreads in the mouth.

"御意" means to obey orders.

When Kiryu Kazusuke joined the medical department, this was the first thing Mitsuma Mizutani told him.

But when Kenji Tanaka heard this, a look of utter disbelief appeared on his face.

That's the logic, and it's correct.

Ultimately, the dispute between the doctor and the patient ended up in court, and the person legally responsible was indeed Imagawa Ori, who had signed the medical records.

But before that, he would be thrown out to quell the anger of the patients and their families.

and……

These words of comfort sounded awkward coming from a younger person.

Kenji Tanaka turned his head and stared at him for a while.

"Kiryu-kun."

"But if I remember correctly, you joined the medical department a year later than me, right?"

"You're clearly my junior, so why are you more accurate than me when watching videos, and even more accurate than Takikawa-san?"

He voiced the question that had been on his mind.

Just now in the ward, Kiryu Kazusuke appeared calm and collected, even intimidating a seasoned veteran like Takikawa Takuhei.

This sense of disparity made Kenji Tanaka feel that even the coffee in his hand didn't taste good anymore.

This guy is a junior who joined the medical department a year later than him.

We are all medical trainees, we are all on the same starting line, and I even started a year ahead.

Where can I go to seek justice?

"Just lucky."

"I just happened to see a similar case in a foreign journal yesterday."

"It was also a case of lunate bone dislocation that was missed, which resulted in a large sum of money being paid in compensation."

"So it left a deep impression on me."

Kiryu Kazusuke made up a reason, then tilted his head back and poured the last bit of coffee from the can into his mouth.

But Kenji Tanaka clearly believed it.

He looked at him with admiration: "You really know how to study. Looks like I need to read more books too."

The two chatted for a while longer.

The noise in the computer room stopped and started again, changing its rhythm.

On the screen in front of the control panel, rows of white progress bars slowly crawled along.

at last.

As the final, long buzzing sound ended, the annoying knocking also stopped.

"Okay, the film is being developed, it will take about five minutes."

The technician stood up from the chair and rubbed her stiff back.

"I'll go and push Mrs. Ando out."

Kenji Tanaka immediately jumped up, as if he had springs in his buttocks.

……

Under the lights, the brightness of the film reader was turned up to the maximum.

An MRI film, still faintly smelling of medicine, was inserted into the lightbox. Against a black background, the gray-white bones and soft tissues were clearly defined.

Imagawa Ori extended her slender index finger and tapped one of the T2-weighted fat reduction images.

She turned around and gave Kiryu Kazusuke a complicated look.

You were right.

Although she had a premonition, she was still surprised by Kiryu Kazusuke's judgment after actually seeing the film.

Such subtle changes in bone position can be captured with just a regular lateral X-ray, allowing for accurate deduction of ligament damage.

This insight is no less than hers.

Even she herself only noticed something was amiss after Kiryu Kazusuke pointed it out.

"Good luck, good luck."

Kazusuke Kiryu bowed slightly and repeated what he had told Kenji Tanaka earlier.

Anyway, just say that you just happened to have read it, and no one can expect you to actually produce the article.

But Imagawa Ori doesn't think so.

luck?

In the medical field, once is luck, twice is coincidence, and three times is skill.

She looked away and turned her gaze back to the film reader.

She is not the kind of quack doctor who would suppress talented people out of jealousy.

On the contrary, she is very pragmatic.

Since Kiryu Kazusuke is so useful, let's use him more often, just like squeezing juice from sugarcane, we should squeeze him dry to make the most of him.

Takikawa Takuhei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

That was close.

That was a close call.

Thankfully, Kiryu-kun didn't say anything out of turn, otherwise, if it had been a misdiagnosis, he would have been suspended, sued, or even had his license revoked...

Thinking of this, Takikawa Takuhei's heart skipped a beat.

Last time, Kiryu saved his own surgery; this time, he saved his own career.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to express my gratitude by bowing deeply on the spot!

"Kiryu-kun, thank you so much this time."

Takikawa Takuhei lowered his voice and whispered something.

Kenji Tanaka nodded vigorously in agreement.

Fortunately, no medical malpractice occurred.

Otherwise, the medical bureau might still protect Imagawa Ori, but someone like him, a trainee doctor, would definitely be thrown out to take the blame immediately.

When the sky falls, the tall ones will lift the short ones up first.

Such incidents are common in university hospitals.

"You're too kind, Takikawa-senpai."

Kiryu Kazusuke smiled, without taking credit for anything.

We're all in the same boat; if the boat capsizes, no one can escape.

"Let's go explain to the patient."

Imagawa Ori picked up the MRI films and put them in the bag.

He then led everyone toward the treatment room.

Inside, Mrs. Ando was lying on the treatment bed, her right hand outstretched on the table beside her.

Imagawa Ori took the medical records and began to explain the patient's condition.

At this moment, Mrs. Ando was still a little scared, but she felt more relieved that she had found out.

Takikawa Takuhei was quickly given local anesthesia.

The lidocaine took effect, and the pain lessened considerably, causing Mrs. Ando's brow to relax slightly.

"Takikawa, you're in charge of securing the upper arm."

"Yes."

"Kiryu, you take the lead."

"Yes."

Imagawa put on gloves and stood on the outside of the patient's wrist.

Kiryu Kazusuke walked to the foot of the bed and grasped Mrs. Ando's right thumb and the other four fingers with both hands.

"Bear with it, it might feel a little bloated."

Imagawa said something to Mrs. Ando, ​​and then signaled that they could begin.

Kiryu Kazusuke leaned back, using his body weight to continuously resist the traction.

His hands were very steady.

With the help of his "Perfect Fracture Anatomy Reduction Technique", he can clearly feel the joint space being gradually opened under the action of traction.

The tension in his muscles and the resistance in his ligaments were transmitted to his brain through his fingertips.

Imagawa Ori extended her thumb and pressed it on the back of Mrs. Ando's wrist, where the skull is located.

Support your wrist with your other hand.

She was looking for the crescent bone that tilted towards her palm.

right here.

Imagawa Ori took a deep breath, pressed down with her thumb, and pushed up with her index finger.

Using the space created by traction, they attempted to push the lunar bone back into its original position.

click!

A very slight popping sound.

Imagawa Ori's touch told her that the bones had moved.

But the next second, that unstable, slippery feeling returned.

It's like placing a marble on a smooth glass plate; the moment you let go, it will immediately slide away.

(End of this chapter)