Nanshan City Mental Hospital was holding a weekly meeting.
"I'm done speaking. In short, the diagnosis of every mental illness must be extremely careful." Director Wu had mentioned this every meeting for the past few months. Everyone's ears had been worn out.
"If there are any difficulties, you can contact the medical department or me. We will conduct a joint consultation with the city's hospital," Director Wu said. Director Wu said, "The incident with the internet addiction and the restless child must not happen again!"
The chief physicians of neurology, neurosurgery, psychology, and psychiatry who were sitting below were all a little listless. Their minds were no longer on Director Wu's repeated emphasis. Instead, they began to think about this point. If they talked for another half an hour, they might delay getting off work and go home.
However, Director Wu did not have the intention to end the meeting. During this period of time, he had repeatedly emphasized it, especially after the Nobel Prize was announced.
Every time Director Wu recalled that he had drawn lots against Boss Zheng and ran to Nanshan City to be scolded from top to bottom, he could not help but break out in cold sweat. It was really f * cking scary. If Boss Zheng went back and said something, how could he survive in this circle!
To be honest, similar incidents did not happen once in many years. Boss Zheng helped solve the problem and did not let the patient's family's dissatisfaction continue to ferment. The child was also treated. It could be said to be very perfect.
After the incident, the disease of copper absorption disorder could even be misdiagnosed in a large Class Three Grade A Hospital, let alone a mental hospital. If he was ostracized because of this, Director Wu would feel very wronged.
Director Wu had been following this matter. At first, he was afraid that there would be a problem. However, when he saw the child being discharged from the hospital, there was a slight change in his heart.
Of course, this change was not enough to change anything. The complete change happened after Boss Zheng won the Nobel Prize. Director Wu only made up his mind to do something.
Although he knew that it was impossible to curry favor with Boss Zheng because of this, Director Wu did not want a similar incident to happen again.
Boss Zheng and his assistant smashed the medical records in Sea City General Hospital. They really did not give him any face. They were serious and serious, but they were not lively at all.
Being scolded by the Nobel Prize winner, if he were to follow him on the news in the future … Director Wu shuddered at the thought of this.
It was better to take precautions first.
"Director Jiang, the incident last time happened in your department. Tell me about your rectification measures," Director Wu asked.
Director Jiang, who was sitting in the Psychiatry Department in the audience, had his unhappiness written all over his face.
Generally speaking, the clinical director would not be so obviously resistant to the hospital director's orders. It would be fine as long as he did not do anything. The hospital director was so busy, who had the time to care about clinical matters every day?
Since Director Jiang was about to retire and he didn't want to talk to Director Wu, Director Wu couldn't do anything. This was not the most important thing. What Chief Jiang was annoyed about was that the same thing was brought up again and again. Was it interesting?
It was a rare disease. Even if it was sent to the city's People's Hospital, it still couldn't be diagnosed. This kind of thing did not have any general significance. He felt that Director Wu was targeting him, bullying him because he was about to retire.
After a few months of fermentation, Director Jiang was ready to bite Director Wu hard before he retired.
"Director Wu, we have a new patient who is diagnosed with persecutory delusion." Director Jiang said coldly, "He was sent here by his parents. He said that he was afraid that his parents would drug the food every day. When they were out on the road, they were also worried that someone would hit them with a car. His condition is getting worse. I think there's something wrong with the patient's diagnosis. We need to consult him. "
"…"
Director Wu really wanted to smash his cup and scold him.
He only reminded him of the clinical risks, but he was blocked by Director Jiang with a clear persecutory delusion.
How f * cking infuriating!
However, Director Wu also knew that Director Jiang would retire in two or three months. What could he do to him?
"Okay, send me this medical record. I'll get someone to take a look." Director Wu suddenly lost interest. He sighed and saw the expressions of the department directors below. He had no choice but to say helplessly, "Then let's end the meeting."
Seeing the crowd instantly scatter, Director Wu felt aggrieved. The work in the mental hospital was easy to do. The main profit was in the psychological clinic and sleep clinic.
This side could be strengthened a little. The social pressure was increasing, and there were more and more people who were emotionally unstable and insomnia.
As for Director Jiang's psychiatry department … Why not let him fend for himself? MD！ The last time something happened to him, he had to run back and forth. He had to endure a lot of scolding before the matter was settled.
But now, he jumped out and did not give him face.
Director Wu also felt very wronged and a little distressed.
He packed his things and was ready to get off work. However, when he left the office, a junior doctor came to the door with a stack of medical records in his hand.
"Director Wu, Director Jiang asked me to send you the medical records," the junior doctor said humbly.
He did not know what had happened, but he was caught in the middle of this kind of explosive matter. If he was not careful, he would have to be the punching bag.
How did he get involved in a fight between immortals? The junior doctor lowered his head, held the medical records that had just been printed out with both hands, and handed them to Director Wu.
Director Wu did not know whether to laugh or cry. He did not make things difficult for the junior doctor. He took the medical records and said softly, "Okay, you can go back."
The young doctor seemed to have been pardoned. He bowed deeply, turned around, and left, disappearing in a flash.
Director Wu weighed the medical records in his hand and recalled Director Jiang's provocation. He felt a little helpless.
He put the medical records into his briefcase and prepared to go home for dinner. Then, he would think about it again. He reckoned that he would not be able to figure out anything. If there was a problem with the diagnosis, would Director Jiang dare to provoke him like that?
It was impossible. Director Wu knew in his heart.
He leisurely returned home. After eating, he had nothing to do. Director Wu sat in front of the desk that was almost covered in dust and looked through the medical records that Director Jiang thought were flawless.
The patient's condition was indeed flawed. Because of a strong paranoia of persecution, the patient was sent to the hospital by her family after committing suicide.
As for the reason for suicide, the patient believed that everyone in the world wanted to harm her — not only her family, but also her school teachers, classmates, and even the delivery boy would spit in the lunch box, put drugs in it, and so on.
The patient's psychological state was extremely unstable. Now, the prevention was to not die in the hospital.
Director Jiang was going against him. Director Wu roughly looked through the medical records and knew in his heart.
The patient was a typical anxiety disorder, with paranoia of persecution, and so on. So much so that now the patient was about to commit suicide. This kind of situation was common. Director Jiang was using him as an army.
But what could he do?
He had to dry his own saliva. What else could he do? Director Wu sighed. Others thought that he was very powerful as the director, but how could interpersonal relationships be so simple?
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