Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 548: Chapter 547: No Leniency

"How did it turn into a grand mal seizure?"

Yan Feifan was full of confusion and disbelief, and he felt a growing sense of unease.

’This was a living, breathing person! And he died because of the situational reenactment test I proposed!’

"On his previous cranial scans, we didn’t see any significant signs of damage from epileptic seizures."

"Inducing a latent seizure through external stimulation should have only resulted in a mild episode."

"Besides, Dr. Zhu and Mr. We were right there. The seizure should have been brought under control quickly."

Yan Feifan looked at Mr. Qi and asked, "Mr. Qi, please walk me through exactly what happened."

Qee Sheng let out a long sigh. "Feifan, your earlier analysis was correct. That faint shadow on Zhou Guangji’s cranial scan was indeed brain damage caused by seizures."

"And to my shame, I arrogantly dismissed it."

Qee Sheng added self-reproachfully, then sighed again. "Feifan, the primary responsibility for Zhou Guangji’s accidental death lies with me..."

Yan Feifan cut in, his voice filled with emotion, "Mr. Qi, I was the one who proposed and supervised the situational reenactment test. I was the one who told Dr. Zhu and Mr. We to induce the seizure..."

"I won’t run from my responsibility."

"I need to understand how Zhou Guangji’s grand mal seizure happened, and what exactly went wrong."

Hearing this, Liu Jin, Qee Sheng, and Miao Quan nodded to themselves in approval.

’Not running, not hiding, but facing the responsibility and the problem head-on. That’s what a doctor with integrity should do.’

Qee Sheng met Yan Feifan’s intense gaze and said, "Mr. Miao and I reviewed the procedure performed by Zhu Xiangdong and We Xin. Our consensus is that an excessive electrical current destroyed Zhou Guangji’s prematurely aged brain, causing the grand mal seizure and even cardiac arrest."

"We won’t know for sure if that’s what happened, or if there was another cause, until after the autopsy."

Yan Feifan’s brow furrowed deeply at his words.

"That can’t be right."

"I took Zhou Guangji’s prematurely aged brain into account. A maximum current of 0.5 milliamps shouldn’t have caused any damage..."

Miao Quan suddenly cut Yan Feifan off, his expression serious. "Feifan, are you certain it was 0.5 milliamps?"

Yan Feifan nodded. "I specifically instructed Dr. Zhu and Mr. We to use photic and electrical stimulation to attempt to induce a seizure, and that the current should not exceed 0.5 milliamps."

Noticing Mr. Qi’s expression darken even further, Yan Feifan slowly put two and two together. "The current used to stimulate Zhou Guangji... it exceeded 0.5 milliamps?"

Miao Quan scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Exceeded? It reached 2 milliamps, the maximum safe limit for transcranial stimulation in a normal person."

He added, his tone heavy, "And Dr. Zhu Xiangdong and Dr. We Xin both insist that you were the one who specifically ordered the 2-milliamp current."

Yan Feifan froze for a second, then slowly began to defend himself. "Mr. Liu, Mr. Miao, Mr. Qi, I would never make a mistake with such a critical number!"

Qee Sheng gave a weak, listless wave of his hand, looking utterly devastated.

"Feifan, you don’t have to explain. We believe you."

"I thought it was strange at the time. You were the one who raised the possibility of seizures, and you were the one who diagnosed Zhou Guangji with Alzheimer’s."

"Why would you be so careless as to set the current to the maximum limit of 2 milliamps?"

"Looking at it now, it seems Zhu Xiangdong and We Xin have formed a pact to cover for each other after the incident."

Qee Sheng snorted, his expression turning icy. "They must think that by dragging you into this..."

"...the hospital will want to protect you and do everything it can to downplay the incident and sweep it under the rug."

Liu Jin spoke up in a heavy tone. "Alright, now that we know the root of the problem, let’s hand it over to the hospital’s incident investigation department."

He turned to Yan Feifan and instructed, "Feifan, the Medical Affairs Department will handle all negotiations with the deceased’s family."

"They have a lot of experience handling situations like this. They’ll resolve it appropriately."

"Feifan, unless we arrange it, do not meet with the family. We need to prevent them from doing something irrational while they’re emotional."

"Most importantly..."

Liu Jin said gravely, "Unless you are being questioned by the police or incident investigators, if anyone else asks about this..."

"...Feifan, your answer is ’no comment’."

"And what is absolutely most important is that you are forbidden from meeting with the family on your own and saying anything that could be construed as an apology."

Liu Jin stressed, "The moment we say anything apologetic, the family’s expectations for compensation will skyrocket."

"That will make negotiations for our colleagues in Medical Affairs much more difficult."

Seeing Yan Feifan’s complicated expression, he explained, "Feifan, it’s not that the hospital refuses to admit its mistakes. It’s just that these things are very complex..."

Liu Jin sighed. "You don’t need to get involved in all this messy business."

"Since you’re not at fault here, don’t dwell on it. Just focus on preparing for your work."

"This Friday, don’t you have that surgical demonstration and seminar for plastic surgeons from across the country?"

"We will take care of this."

As he spoke, Liu Jin beckoned to Feng Jian, who was waiting quietly a short distance away.

When Feng Jian walked over, Liu Jin instructed him gravely, "You are to take Mr. Yan home."

"And listen to me carefully..."

"You will escort Mr. Yan all the way home. I want you to see with your own eyes that he’s with Yu Suye, and you will wait until Yan Ziruo gets back before you leave."

"Understood?"

Feng Jian replied firmly, "Yes, President!"

Liu Jin nodded in satisfaction. His gaze returned to Yan Feifan, and he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It’s a terrible tragedy, but what’s done is done. You have to try and move past it. You could say that the road to becoming a great doctor is paved with corpses."

He paused, then added reassuringly, "Besides, you’re not the one at fault here."

"Now, go home, take a hot shower, and get some rest."

"We’ve got this."

"Go on home now..."

As he spoke, Liu Jin turned Yan Feifan by the shoulders and gave him a gentle push toward the elevators.

Liu Jin watched until Yan Feifan, his steps heavy, entered the elevator with Feng Jian, then he looked away.

"Mr. Qi, Mr. Miao, in light of this new information, our previously discussed response plan..."

Liu Jin looked at Qee Sheng’s conflicted expression and asked, "Do we need to make some changes?"

A series of emotions—regret, anger, pity—flashed across Qee Sheng’s face, finally settling into a long sigh.

"Zhu Xiangdong has been with me for five years, and We Xin for a year and a half."

"They’ve always been good doctors."

"This must have been an accident. They were just scared of losing their licenses, so they panicked and tried to pin the blame on Feifan..."

Qee Sheng sighed once more.

"Let’s stick with the original response plan."

"Consider it the last thing I do for them as their mentor."

Liu Jin opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, finally saying with a helpless sigh, "Ah, Mr. Qi, you’re just too soft-hearted."

After a pause, Liu Jin’s face hardened. "We can stick to the original plan, and they can avoid official sanctions..."

"...but the internal disciplinary action and punishment cannot be lenient."