My daily work as a doctor: My treatment value is increasing.

Chapter 128 Framed

Just as the junior was about to speak, Director Zhao interrupted him: "Zhang Ping, I'm letting you speak."

His voice was completely flat, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Ping.

Only then did Zhang Ping realize that the director's anger seemed to be directed at him. He hadn't thought it was related to him before, but now he was on edge. Having no idea what had happened during his shift last night, he could only stammer, "Um... last night... the patients were all in stable condition last night, nothing happened."

"Are you sure? Did you sleep well last night?" Director Zhao asked, drawing out his words.

Although Zhang Ping was hesitant to hear this, he really didn't know what had happened yesterday. Usually nothing major happened, so how could he have been so unlucky yesterday?

Zhang Ping didn't think his luck could be that bad. Besides, he really didn't know, so he could only bite the bullet and reply, "Yes—yes, the patients were all fine last night."

Instantly, Director Zhao's lips drooped, and his already gloomy face darkened even more. He pointed at Zhang Ping and rebuked, "Heh, nothing happened?"

"Explain yourself clearly, where exactly was the person on duty last night?"

Director Zhao's voice was low but utterly serious as he tapped the medical record on the table with his fingertip.

"I didn't go anywhere, I've been at the hospital the whole time." Zhang Ping tried to bluff his way out, feigning a wronged look. After all, even if he asked his junior, the junior wouldn't betray him. As long as the director didn't catch him in the act, he could continue to stubbornly deny it: "Director, if you don't believe me, just ask the student who was on duty with me last night."

He secretly signaled to his junior to give him false testimony, never expecting that the director would come in person last night.

"Good job, Zhang Ping, you're really good."

"Do you even remember the hospital's rules? The rules are clearly written in black and white: staff on duty are strictly prohibited from leaving their posts. Have you completely forgotten these rules?"

"You think I wasn't here last night, do you!" Director Zhao took half a step forward, looking at him sharply.

He forcefully picked up the medical record book from the table and threw it at Zhang Ping: "Take a look at your patient, bed 23. Did he have emergency surgery last night?"

"Do you even realize that your post can't be left unattended for a moment? If there's an emergency in the department, or an emergency call comes in and we can't reach you, causing a delay in treatment, can you bear that responsibility?"

"Which of these—patient safety or departmental work arrangements—allows you to leave your post without permission?"

Director Zhao was so angry that his chest heaved wildly: "You've been around for so many years, how could you do something like this?"

"What I find most unexpected is, did Lu Renxin ever call to ask you to come back for the surgery?"

"Yes—I did call." Zhang Ping blinked, pulling the phone call he received last night while having dinner from his memory.

Could it be true? He really does have necrotizing fasciitis.

Zhang Ping stared in disbelief, his eyes wide, as he turned to look at Lu Renxin.

The other party had no other reaction, only a mocking smirk.

"He did make a phone call, but he didn't explain clearly, so I didn't think the patient had necrotizing fasciitis."

Zhang Ping blushed and stammered as he tried to explain.

"Do you think you can just shirk your responsibility and shift it to someone else with a single sentence? Do you know that if we waited until today, the patient in bed 23's condition would have become much more serious?"

"If Xiao Lu hadn't called me, do you know what the consequences would have been?"

Director Zhao's spittle flew far, almost splashing onto Zhang Ping's face, but Zhang Ping dared not make any unnecessary movements. He lowered his head even further, his ears turning red, and dared not argue: "Director, I know I was wrong. I took a chance and ignored the duty regulations. I will never leave my post without permission again next time."

He said that, but Zhang Ping was indignant: "It's all Lu Renxin's fault. Why did he go to see my patients? Why did he call the director? Couldn't he have called me a couple more times and asked me to come over?"

He was obsequious in front of the director, but in his heart he hated Lu Renxin. Instead of reflecting on his dereliction of duty, he complained about why Lu Renxin told the director and brought Director Zhao over for surgery.

Director Zhao softened his tone slightly when he saw the man's meek and obedient demeanor, after all, he was a veteran who had worked under him for many years.

But criticism is still necessary: ​​"I repeatedly emphasize discipline to you all, not to deliberately make things difficult for anyone, but because each position has its own responsibilities."

"You may think it's nothing, but the risk is hidden here. If a problem occurs, not only will you be punished, but the entire department will be affected."

Zhang Ping nodded repeatedly, indicating to the director that he knew he was wrong and would definitely take his shifts properly in the future and would never dare to leave his post without permission again.

Finally, Director Zhao said in a gentler tone, "Admitting your mistake is only the first step. I will remember this incident. You will have to write a self-criticism in front of everyone at tomorrow's morning meeting, and a portion of your performance bonus for this month will also be deducted."

He raised his voice and emphasized again: "Remember, for every minute you're on duty, you must be responsible for sixty seconds. There can be no compromise on your sense of responsibility. Zhang Ping, go back and reflect on this. But this is also a wake-up call for the rest of you."

"I understand, Director. I will strictly abide by the rules from now on and never leave my post without permission." Zhang Ping nodded emphatically, his heart filled with remorse.

regret.

Sigh, part of my hard-earned wages is going to be deducted. That old man is really something. Making me write a self-criticism is one thing, but deducting money from my paycheck is another.

His gaze swept over Lu Renxin, and he clenched his fist secretly: It's all your fault, you just wait.

After Director Zhao left, Zhang Ping's obsequious and apologetic expression vanished instantly, almost as quickly as a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

He glanced at Lu Renxin, who was walking ahead, his eyes filled with resentment. The man walked with ease, not taking the reprimand he had just received to heart at all. This indifferent demeanor made Zhang Ping feel even more choked up.

Zhang Ping secretly made up his mind that he had to get this debt back.

In the following days, he kept a close eye on Lu Renxin, determined to find out his mistakes so that he could use work as an excuse to make Lu Renxin taste what it was like to be criticized by the director in public.

As a visiting doctor, although Lu Renxin did not participate in the on-call shifts, he still nominally took care of two beds.

The department's discharge cases are required to be submitted within two days. They need to be reviewed by the attending physician and then submitted to the senior physician for review before being sent to the medical records room.

Zhang Ping just happened to have that power over Lu Renxin's medical records.

"Bang."

A thick stack of newly compiled medical records was placed heavily on the table. Zhang Ping took it and carefully examined it, picking out the smallest details and nitpicking.

In surgical departments like theirs, the turnover rate of surgical patients is actually very fast, and compared to internal medicine departments, the medical records are much more sloppy and rudimentary.

During his residency training, Lu Renxin rotated through both internal medicine and surgery, and personally experienced the differences between the two.

Internal Medicine: Don't bring your surgical bad habits into internal medicine; write properly.

Surgery: Don't bring your internal medicine ailments to surgery, hurry up and write it down.

Internal Medicine: Can these things be omitted?

Surgeon: Can't we even save on these things?

Lu Renxin's first surgical rotation was in pancreatic and biliary surgery. He had just started clinical practice when his supervising teacher assigned him several beds and asked him to write medical histories.

Lu Renxin was very flustered at the time: Oh, are we just going to start writing right away? There's no teaching process at all?

Although they learned how to write medical histories in class, they were unsure whether it was the same as the clinical practice.

So he asked, "Teacher, I don't know how. Could you teach me first?"

The bald man, dressed in scrubs and a white lab coat casually draped over his shoulders, sat imposingly on a stool as his supervising instructor encouraged him, "It's okay! Just write whatever you want!"

Based on what he had learned before, Lu Renxin racked his brains and managed to cobble together three or four lines. If he were in the internal medicine department, he would probably be scolded to tears.

But after carefully examining it, the surgery professor clapped his hands and exclaimed in praise, "Excellent! Very well written!"

Lu Renxin felt the teacher's praise and was secretly pleased: "Do I have some talent for medical history? I can write so well right away."

When I went to the next department, cardiology, I realized that it wasn't that he wrote well, but that the surgical standards were low.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the medical records of these surgical departments are relatively rough, because patients mainly come for surgery, bed turnover is fast, and the hospitalization time is not particularly long. The focus is on the surgery, and less attention is paid to the medical history.

But with this limited authority, Zhang Ping immediately had a plan in mind.

He glanced at it casually and said, "Your medical record is too messy, and the postoperative progress description is vague—there are problems here, here, and here. Take it all back and revise it. If you don't finish revising it before you leave work today, you're not leaving."

Upon hearing this, Lu Renxin looked up and gave him a deep look, which made Zhang Ping feel uneasy.

Just as Zhang Ping was about to ask, "What are you looking at?", he calmly took the medical record without arguing, returned to his workstation, turned on his computer, and started typing away.

After waiting a while, Lu Renxin patiently checked and completed each item, clearly marking all modifications according to the treatment guidelines.

More than half an hour later, the neatly arranged medical record was handed to Zhang Ping again. Every revision was reasonable and well-founded, and all the issues he had mentioned had been corrected.

Zhang Ping examined the medical record three times, then, steeling himself, found two more problems: "The punctuation here should be a period, not a comma. And here, you used 'he' and 'she' incorrectly—"

Having exhausted all his major issues and unable to find any worthy accusations, Zhang Ping, seething with frustration and nowhere to vent, began to nitpick over the smallest details, going through everything from grammatical errors to punctuation mistakes to typos.

He looked at Lu Renxin smugly, hoping to see even the slightest displeasure or anger on his face.

No, still no.

Lu Renxin had already figured out that Zhang Ping was deliberately picking a fight, and he guessed that it was related to Director He's criticism of him.

Although he knew the fault lay with Zhang Ping himself, he was unwilling to admit it and could only blame Lu Renxin.

What's the point of arguing with him? Some people are just determined to cause you trouble, and they'll keep arguing from beginning to end. Even if you start arguing with him now, these medical histories still need to be revised, and he'll still keep finding fault.

Why not relax and start making changes now? Ignore his fault-finding and let his punches land on cotton. After all, it's not just Lu Renxin's time that's being wasted, but also Zhang Ping's time. Since he's willing to work overtime, then Lu Renxin will keep him company.

Of course, given Zhang Ping's personality, he didn't want to linger. After Lu Renxin calmly revised the medical record again and handed it over, seeing that it was getting late and he might have to work overtime if he delayed any longer, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and give up, signing off on all the paperwork.

it is good.

When one plan failed, Zhang Ping devised another.

The next day, while Lu Renxin was going to the ward to change his dressings, Zhang Ping secretly slipped into the operating room and didn't write any of the medical orders for the patients under his care.

As soon as she entered the operating room, she turned off her phone, thinking that she would be unable to find Lu Renxin when he returned, but the patient's medical orders had not yet been written.

He could only face the pressure from nurses and patients, and thinking about this, he couldn't help but smile.

If Lu Renxin issues a medical order but problems arise, or if he delays issuing the order, leading to its inability to be carried out or other issues, the blame can be placed entirely on him.

But he was being too naive. Upon discovering the missing prescription, Lu Renxin immediately approached other doctors in the department: "Dr. Li seems to be Dr. Zhang Ping's patient; the prescription hasn't been written yet. Could you take a look?"

Although he didn't interact much with the other doctors, Zhang Ping had some good friends in the department. Hearing him call out like that, they quickly came over: "Dr. Zhang, didn't you prescribe anything? Did you call him to ask how to give the prescription?"

Lu Renxin pointed to the phone in his hand, indicating, "I called, but the phone was switched off. It might have been switched off in the operating room."

Dr. Li nodded: "Sigh, this kid is too careless. I'll just prescribe it for him."

When Zhang Ping returned excitedly, he saw Dr. Li with a smug smile: "You didn't even write the doctor's orders for your patient, I had to fill them in for you. Think about how you're going to thank me."

Zhang Ping's smile froze on his face. The situation he had anticipated did not happen at all. However, he could not directly tell Dr. Li that he wanted to put Lu Renxin in a difficult situation, because that would expose his ulterior motives.

He could only gratefully thank Dr. Li, saying, "Thank you for your help. I'll treat you to dinner later."

Despite his two failed attempts, Zhang Ping remained undeterred. There was a difficult case discussion meeting scheduled for the afternoon, and everyone was required to prepare a report.

He secretly deleted the medical record PPT he had saved on his office computer while Lu Renxin was in the operating room.

With so many desktop computers in the office, it's convenient for everyone to access medical records and images, so case discussion PPTs like these are usually stored on the office computers.

Lu Renxin was no exception; his PPT was prominently displayed on the screen of the computer he usually sat on.

After deleting it, Zhang Ping was extremely pleased with himself. He was certain that the other party would not be able to produce any materials on the spot and would embarrass himself in front of everyone in the department.

Even if Lu Renxin knew he did it, what evidence did he have? Just because he said I did it, does that mean I did it?

The discussion started on time. When it was Lu Renxin's turn to go on stage, Zhang Ping sat below with his arms crossed, secretly waiting to see him make a fool of himself: I see you don't have a PPT, what are you going to say?