In the dean's office, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Qi Sen sat on an office chair, holding the freshly brewed tea in his hand. The tea cup went back and forth between the tabletop and his lips several times, but he couldn't drink the tea. Whenever he wanted to take a sip of it to moisten his throat, he could always think of some words and words to curse his son in front of him.

Qi Jing and Ji Qing stood in front of him, not daring to speak.

On the other side, Xiong Yong sat on the single sofa at the door. Although he was drinking the tea made by the dean, his face was a little embarrassed.

The two young men just wanted to overstep their authority, and he felt it was necessary to bring them here to warn them. Of course, it was just a warning. After all, being able to make correct judgments in time under that situation is actually more worthy of reward.

In addition, during the consultation, Qi Jing's asthma view can be said that the patient can be rescued, and he has also taken a lot of contributions.

So his original intention was to praise the main and to warn and scold the auxiliary, but he did not expect Qi Sen's reaction to surprise him.

Suddenly Qi Sen put down the teacup in his hand and patted his thick palms to the table: "How can you be so reckless if you don't have a professional certificate? Or in the angiography room, what are you? Just a resident, not even a p-s!"

"The patient is almost out of reach." Qi Jing curled his lips and lowered his voice as much as possible, acting extremely helpless.

"Is there a vegetable market? You are the only doctor around?" Qi Sen was very determined, and he was talking about the medical practice standards he had always emphasized. "There is an angiography room! Is Wang Chengdong not here? Is Lao Qi not here? Is Director Xiong not here? Is there no other doctor outside the chest for emergency treatment?"

"However, there is, but..."

Qi Jing's lips moved, and his words were a little vague. Qi Sen still heard the tip of his ears, and immediately became angry. He grabbed a pen in his hand and threw it at his son: "Doctor, are you still interfering?"

"But they were all standing stupidly. The patient's oxygen partial pressure was only over 40, so... so I was impulsive."

Qi Jing stood there blankly. Although he was suspected of protecting himself in his words, his attitude towards speaking was completely different from usual.

Ji Qing had never seen the dean get so angry. He stood behind Qi Jing and didn't dare to say a word, for fear that any reverse scale would bring unpredictable consequences.

"What are your urges to do you have, who do you think you are?"

"Rebellious son!"

Qi Sen yelled loudly and finally stopped scolding. He drank the tea in the teacup in one breath, so angry that he sat on the chair and gasped.

Before Xiong Yong came, he didn't expect things to develop like this.

I actually wanted to ask for me before. After all, the critically ill patient in my hand has been stable after this disaster.

According to Qi Jing's point of view, he took the risk of using a large dose of A-strong Dragon impact. Now all the patients' vital signs have returned to normal, and the oxygen saturation has remained above 95%.

Although the perspective is very strange, the result is good and the patient is saved. The clinical result is great, and it is more important to rescue a person than anything else.

Of course, it is true that he asks for me, but he still wants to teach Qi Jing a little lesson.

After all, Qi Jing is the son of the dean and helped save the patient. He couldn't tell him directly in person, so he wanted Qi Sen to talk about the harm of being arbitrary.

But unexpectedly, the dean's father didn't ask any questions, and just heard the beginning and cursed. If this hit the young doctor's enthusiasm, it would be contrary to his original purpose.

"Old Qi, that's OK."

The more Xiong Yong thought about it, the more he felt sad. He got up and came to Qi Jing, and clarified: "I'm here to ask for your son's merits. Why did you scold me? You made me embarrassed by this."

"Oh? That's right."

Qi Sen cleared his throat and blinked his eyes and looked at his son, but his anger still seemed to be:

"This brat has been used to being a little bitch, and no one can control him. I thought I was so worried that I would put him in the emergency room and practice hard, but I didn't expect that I would dare to do whatever I wanted in the hospital. What if something happened?"

Xiong Yong also knew Qi Sen's efforts and knew that the doctor was walking on thin ice every step in the clinical practice.

He smiled and said, "You can say a few words, young people should encourage more. You haven't seen his speech at the conference. It is reasonable and well-founded, solid and dares to fight. You are terrifying."

"Oh, is that?"

Qi Sen was a little disbelief, but Xiong Yong said so, so he stood up and pulled his son and said, "Why don't you apologize to Director Xiong?"

"Director Xiong, I'm sorry."

"Director Xiong, I'm sorry."

The two bowed slightly at the same time to express their apology.

"Forget it, just be careful in the future." Xiong Yong solved his knot. He was in a good mood now. He patted their shoulders and said, "You have helped me. I will definitely criticize those who should be criticized, but I will also praise those who should be praised."

After saying polite words, he placed his eyes on Qi Jing and continued:

"This case is very rare, I will definitely write a review. At that time, your opinion will definitely be written into the differential diagnosis paragraph. Are you interested in placing a name in the paper?"

If clinical ability is a doctor's method, then the paper is the doctor's background.

If you want a professional title, you need not only clinical means, but also a large number of papers. Doctors without a scientific research foundation will first come into contact with case report-type papers. These papers are close to clinical practice, and anyone can write them as long as the director agrees.

Of course, Xiong Yong's case is an exception.

The patient's original tumor was huge, with drug-induced asthma after surgery, combined with lung bullae rupture pneumothorax and mediastinal emphysema. The complexity of the disease can be said to be the highest in recent years. A large number of elites have been used in treatment consultations. It is already very good for Qi Jing, the hospitalization.

"But the papers will only be published in domestic magazines, and foreign ones are not qualified."

"Thank you, it's good in China." Qi Jing would not miss any opportunity to improve his status, "I'm thankful for Teacher Xiong."

"You're welcome, you deserve it."

After Xiong Yong finished his business, he slowly returned to his original serious appearance. He greeted Qi Sen and left the dean's office.

Before he left, Qi Sen scolded his son in a hurry. But after he left, the entire principal's office changed suddenly.

"You are too brave." Qi Sen lost his temper just now, got up and filled himself with tea, took a few sips, calming down, "What if something happens? How can I explain to your mother?"

"Dad, you were even more courageous than me before."

"If you don't learn bad things, no doctor in the hospital has been trembling all the way. You're still fine!"

Qi Sen just spent so much effort to scold his son. Although half of it was fake, half of it was real. After so many years of clinical practice, he knew very well that his son had touched the scale today.

He sighed, took out a few letters from the drawer and threw them on the table: "Look at it carefully, this is all about you."
Chapter completed!