Patient Jia hesitated for a few seconds. "Maybe …"
"What do you mean by 'maybe'? If you don't confirm this kind of thing first, do you think the hospital is running a charity? What are you going to do when the bill is longer than your shit? " His wife was so angry that her face turned round. She swung her arm and saw a group of people who were not running a charity looking at her, so she swung her arm again. "I'm not talking about you guys."
Zuo Cidian smiled and did not say a word.
Although he was good at talking, he knew that any animal with vocal cords could be dangerous at this time. There was no need to rush to be scolded.
"Did you make the call?" The other side continued to urge him.
Patient Jia said helplessly, "I didn't have time."
"Didn't you fall and hurt yourself? You fell and hurt yourself, and you still don't have time to make a call? "
The patient and the doctor were stunned. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.
The people's gazes somewhat affected Patient Jia's judgment. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Zhao Meifeng, don't go too far!"
His wife, Zhao Meifeng, was stunned for a few seconds. She widened her eyes and looked at the man.
The patients, doctors, and nurses on the scene looked at Patient Jia with admiration.
Ma Yanlin even praised in a low voice, "That's right. A man should have the courage to refuse!"
No one looked at him.
At the same time, Zhao Meifeng also did not speak for a long time.
Patient Jia became more and more flustered as his wife stared at him. In just ten seconds, there were already drops of sweat.
"I'm in pain," Patient Jia quickly explained.
"I think you're living too comfortably!" Zhao Meifeng said hatefully, "I asked you to make a call. Is it that difficult to make a call? Do you really want us to scrimp and save money to pay for your medical expenses? Old Jia, are you that shameless? "
"I didn't say I won't make a call …"
"Don't you know the situation in our family now? What can you do with the few thousand RMB you earn in a month? Is it enough to buy milk powder or pay for kindergarten fees? If you don't have money, you can send our children to a public kindergarten if you have the ability. I asked you to look for your leader, but what did you say … "
"Our leader is also the leader of a private company. He can't say anything even if we look for him."
"Then what's the use of your stupid leader?"
"They're giving out money!" The man also shouted.
Zhao Meifeng was stunned. After a while, she snorted, "It's just a little bit of money …"
"That's quite a lot. Nowadays, there are companies that can pay out a few thousand yuan on time every month …"
"Other people can earn tens of thousands of dollars a month, and you're grateful just because you earn a few thousand?" Zhao Meifeng was energized again. She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to have a big fight.
Zuo Cidian scratched his ears and cheeks as he watched from behind. He found it exasperating and amusing at the same time. He could not help but put his palms together and put them under his face. Then, he closed his eyes and tilted his head.
The people on the other side of the table felt uncomfortable. The patient with shoulder injury suddenly understood. He took two deep breaths, tilted his head, and pretended to faint.
Seeing this, Zhao Meifeng was stunned. Then, she nervously shouted, "Old Merchant, Old Merchant …"
"Let's do it." Zuo Cidian drew the curtains and chased Zhao Meifeng out. After a while, when both their emotions had changed, he called her back.
The man who successfully pretended to faint this time had some confidence. He looked at his wife calmly. 'What's there to be afraid of? If worse comes to worst, I can just pretend to faint again.'
Zhao Meifeng was not as hostile as before. Although she hated her husband for not working hard, not earning money, not improving himself, and hurting his body to play basketball, she did not want to anger her husband to death now.
"Since the patient's shoulder injury has progressed to this extent, surgery is basically the only option. If you don't have any other questions, please sign the papers. We still need some time to prepare for the surgery …" Zuo Cidian was very professional when it came to preoperative talks. His tone was so calm that it made people think that he was buying water from a small shop.
"With his condition, shouldn't the company pay for him?" Zhao Meifeng was still persistent in this aspect.
"There's a process to identify work-related injuries. Yun Hua City's requirement is that within twenty-four hours of the occurrence of a work-related injury, the employer should inform the agency in charge. This doesn't conflict with your treatment and surgery. Wait a moment, I'll find a detailed explanation for you … "
Zuo Cidian knew that the other party would ask for this, so he did not force himself. He took the small brochure given by the Social Security Bureau and said, "Have you contacted the company? The patient's injury can't be delayed for too long … "
"The other party is acting shamelessly. I told him not to go to such a lousy company, but he insisted on going to such a lousy company!" Zhao Meifeng stared at the brochure for a while, stood up, and said, "I'll go and pay for the surgery. You can perform the surgery on him."
The patient sighed softly, and it caused pain in his shoulder again. He could not help but grimace.
"Alright, let's perform the surgery." Zhao Meifeng quickly signed the papers and went down to pay for the surgery.
Patient Jia could not help but smile. He then continued to grimace.
…..
In the operating theater.
Zuo Cidian exercised his shoulders and looked at Patient Jia, who was placed in a good position. He suddenly felt relieved.
"As expected, the patient lying on the operating table is a good patient." Zuo Cidian could not help but lament. He then asked Su Jiafu, who was beside him, "Numb the wound so that it's soft. It'll be easier to perform the surgery later."
"Got it." Su Jiafu added a needle of normal saline in front of Zuo Cidian. If the amount of Skelaxin was used according to the surgeon's instructions, the patient would not be able to walk out of the operating table alive.
Ling Ran also came to the operating theater in advance. He changed into his surgical gown and said to Zuo Cidian, "The core of latarjet surgery is bone reconstruction, which is to restore the inverted pear-shaped structure of the glenoid … In general, this surgery will only be performed when there are more bone defects. Furthermore, our goal is to solve the instability of the shoulder joint …"
Zuo Cidian listened very seriously. This was a rare opportunity to explain. He did not need anyone to explain it to him. He already knew and cherished the opportunity very well.
However, just like before, Ling Ran did not intend to explain in detail step by step. After giving a rough explanation, the surgery officially began.
Zuo Cidian could only try his best to remember what Ling Ran said in his heart. At the same time, he hoped that he could revise after the surgery …
It was the same for the young doctors who stayed in the operating theater. This was the training for surgeons. It was impossible for them to hope that the senior doctors would explain in detail like the teachers in school.
Ling Ran was even more used to staying silent for a long time.
After expanding the incision to the front of the patient's armpit, Ling Ran began to expose the pectoralis minor tendon. He then asked again, "What's the next step?"
Zuo Cidian shuddered, and his brain immediately started working madly.
Asking questions in public was a very stressful thing for any doctor.
However, the more senior a doctor was, the fewer questions they would be asked. After all, it would be a little embarrassing if they could not answer a question. For some doctors who valued their reputation, the problem might be more serious.
Naturally, Zuo Cidian did not want to lose his reputation. Fortunately, Ling Ran's question was not difficult. He only wanted to see if his theoretical foundation was complete …
Zuo Cidian took a few slow breaths and said, "The next step should be to separate the coracoid ligament and symphysis tendon."
"How should we deal with the coracoid process?" Ling Ran asked again.
Zuo Cidian's heart tightened again. 'Is he giving me a chance? Does he want me to deal with the coracoid process? '
Zuo Cidian immediately lowered his head to look. At the same time, he recalled the theory he read before and answered in a slow pace, "First, cut the pectoralis minor tendon and coracoacromial ligament. Then, leave a part of the soft tissue on the lateral part. Then, use a pendulum saw …"
"Where's the nerve?" Ling Ran cut him off.
Zuo Cidian gulped and pointed at it guiltily.
Ling Ran did not give him too much time to think again. He said, "Look for a cadaver to practice with later."
Zuo Cidian sighed in disappointment and said softly, "We don't have a cadaver anymore."
"Look for Dean Wu from Yun Hua University." This was the smoothest way for Ling Ran to get a source of corpses.
Zuo Cidian was a little hesitant. "Dean Wu owes you a favor, but isn't it too wasteful to use it like this?"
Ling Ran glanced at Zuo Cidian in puzzlement and said, "If the favor you mentioned is referring to the surgery performed on Dean Wu Senior, don't worry. The indications for cardiac bypass surgery …"
"I understand!" Zuo Cidian quickly stopped Ling Ran from continuing and said, "After I finish the surgery, I'll contact Dean Wu."
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