Wei Jiayou was tall and thin. When he walked, he always had his hands in his hands. When he stood, he always liked to hide in the shadows.
He did not like to communicate with people, and ordinary people did not like to communicate with him. The doctors and nurses of Yun Hua Hospital did not like to talk to him, and even the patients and their family members did not like to talk to him.
Even when he was in the ward, the patients and their family members did not bother to ask more questions when they saw Wei Jiayou's indifferent expression. This was extremely unusual. If it were another chief surgeon, the patients and their family members would have countless questions to ask. If the chief surgeon did not leave, the patients and their family members could ask questions forever, and they would be asked again in the next life.
Wei Jiayou was different. He walked by the side, but his style was high-profile, and his attitude was arrogant. If he was being ostracized by someone, it would be better to say that the whole world was ostracizing him.
Only a very small number of people, such as Di Maocai, who was not influenced by others, would accept Wei Jiayou.
However, Di Maocai was not the type who liked to chat. When he stood with Wei Jiayou, he would not make small talk.
When the anesthetists and radiologists of Yun Hua Hospital worked with Ling Ran, they could at least look at Ling Ran's handsome face to relieve their boredom. When it was Wei Jiayou … it was impossible for the comrades who were used to looking at Ling Ran to go back to the past.
"It's not aortic dissection." The young attending physician from the Medical Imaging Department called and said a few words before hanging up.
Wei Jiayou operated the computer in front of him for a while, printed the report, and started reading it.
"How is it?" Di Maocai stood behind Wei Jiayou and did not even bother to look at the report.
He was old, so old that Huo Congjun looked like a child. At his age, there were very few doctors who pursued new techniques and breakthroughs. In Di Maocai's opinion, training his disciples well and bringing them out was the right way.
Wei Jiayou was the opposite. He did not like to communicate with others, but he liked new techniques and methods. Therefore, even though he was a rising star in the field of cardiovascular surgery, he secretly learned all kinds of endoscopes. He did not care even if he did not perform as many cardiovascular surgeries.
On the day he came to Yun Hua Hospital, Wei Jiayou learned most of the functions of Yun Hua Hospital's electronic system. Compared to him, Zuo Cidian was still not familiar with it even though he had been here for a few months.
Wei Jiayou scanned the examination results carefully before answering Academician Di's question. "The diagnosis is correct. There's no aortic dissection."
"Alright. The quality of patients in Yun Hua is not good. " Di Maocai shook his head. "We've been here for a week, and we've gone to two different hospitals. I can't believe we haven't encountered a single patient with aortic dissection. Are the ambulances dispatched properly?"
His voice became louder and louder, and his saliva almost sprayed onto Director Lei's face.
Department Director Lei, as the director of the Medical Affairs Department, could only put the blame on himself. He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Even if the patient doesn't want to get sick, our hospital won't be able to think of it."
"Maybe the patient died in some county hospital, and you don't even know." Di Maocai snorted. The underlying meaning behind his words was not that the incidence of aortic dissection was low, but the diagnosis rate was low.
If someone else had said this, Director Lei would definitely have retorted. However, since it was Academician Di Maocai, he kept quiet.
Most importantly, Di Maocai was right. The incidence of aortic dissection was not as low as imagined. It was at least one in a hundred thousand. When the Americans performed autopsies, the detection rate was only one in a hundred.
In domestic tertiary Grade A hospitals, the detection rate of aortic dissection was less than one in a hundred thousand. Most of them did not have any data.
As for local county hospitals, they might not even find one case of aortic dissection in eight to ten years. However, if a hospital really dissected a patient who died of acute myocardial infarction, there would definitely be many cases of aortic dissection.
In other words, those county hospitals that had never diagnosed aortic dissection were equivalent to opening up a fast lane for the local doctors. If a patient with aortic dissection got sick in the county, there would basically be no way for him to survive.
The Department of Cardiovascular Surgery in Yun Hua Hospital was weak. The diagnosis rate of aortic dissection was low, and it inevitably affected the entire emergency care system, which in turn reduced the survival rate of patients in Yun Hua City.
Department Director Lei had no desire to resist Di Maocai's words at all. Department Director Lei was still quite experienced in dealing with this kind of offensive slander. He quickly buried himself in a hole and let Di Maocai do whatever he wanted without saying a word.
Compared to Huo Congjun, Di Maocai still had some self-awareness as an academician. He would not abuse corpses if he had nothing better to do. He just looked at Department Director Lei in disdain and said to Wei Jiayou, "There's nothing we can do even if there's no aortic dissection. We can only do what we can."
"Hmm … this case is boring. The Department of Cardiovascular Surgery can also handle it …" Wei Jiayou expressed his opinion immodestly.
Di Maocai also agreed and said, "Then let's wait for another one. There are fewer cases of aortic dissection, but there are always more cases of heart disease."
"Just the next one." Wei Jiayou looked at the time and said, "Let's go for dinner when we're done."
Department Director Lei also looked at the clock. It was already past five o 'clock. He could be said to be very confident.
Department Director Lei thought, 'You're just adding drama to yourself.'
However, Di Maocai was the apprentice of an academician. Even if he did not reach the level of Yun Hua Hospital's Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, he was still qualified to receive patients in the Emergency Department.
Since Di Maocai wanted to go through the same process of diagnosis and surgery, he could only let him go.
Since they were not picky about diseases, the first-aid command center soon sent a notification. "Suspected myocardial infarction patient. Chest tightness, excessive sweating, urinary incontinence …"
Wei Jiayou asked for the distance and immediately said, "Tell them that they can send him over."
After waiting for a while, an ambulance arrived at the reception area.
Wei Jiayou immediately went forward and asked about the situation.
His expression was calm, and his speech was also orderly. He did not need to say much to appease the patient's family.
As a professional cardiovascular surgeon, Wei Jiayou could be said to be very experienced in dealing with myocardial infarction. Therefore, his mentality was very calm.
Of course, the cardiovascular surgery operating theater had always been the place closest to death. Diseases like myocardial infarction could not always be saved. Wei Jiayou was also calm about this.
"The surgery must be performed immediately. Send someone from the family to pay for the surgery, and the immediate family must sign the informed consent form," Wei Jiayou ordered in a low voice. He did not intend to discuss with the patient's family.
From his point of view, there was indeed nothing to discuss.
"What surgery do we need to perform?" The middle-aged man who came with the ambulance became hesitant.
Wei Jiayou looked at him strangely, stood still, and said, "It's diagnosed as acute myocardial infarction. The first thing we need is thrombolysis …"
"It's a cardiac stent, right? It's very expensive, right? "The man became even more hesitant.
Wei Jiayou frowned. "There's a high chance of death if we don't do it."
"I know. We're all his relatives. This is an important matter, and his son should be the one to decide."
"Sign the form first, and we can discuss it in private."
"Wait for me, I'll call his son again." The man was unwilling to sign the form even if he was dead. The same went for the people in the ambulance. They only took out their phones and made calls.
Di Maocai slowly walked to Wei Jiayou, who felt very helpless, and said softly, "You see, this is also the difference between emergency surgery and scheduled surgery."
Wei Jiayou's expression became even more gloomy. "It's not good for anyone if this continues."
"They don't have to bear the responsibility." Di Maocai smiled, looked at the monitor, and said, "Prepare to perform CPR."
Surgery could not be performed without the informed consent form, but resuscitation must be carried out.
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