Chen Cang was no longer in charge of patients, no longer had to do rounds at fixed times every day, and no longer had to write tedious medical records.
His time was relatively free, mostly dealing with emergencies in the ER, arranging surgeries, and so on.
However, most of the time, in order to observe patients' postoperative conditions and conduct postoperative efficacy assessments, he would still do rounds, but basically accompanied by the attending doctor.
After handing over the shift, Old Chen handed a pile of over a dozen medical records to Chen Cang, "Let's go, it's time for rounds."
Chen Cang, out of habit, held the stack of medical records when suddenly a thought crossed his mind, that's not right!
"Boss, I protest, I have an objection, I'm no longer your subordinate physician! You can't treat me like this..."
Chen Bingsheng gave an "oh," "I know, then what?"
Chen Cang: ...
He was suddenly at a loss for words.
Right...
Then what?
