"Hmm? Why would you ask that? "Liu Zewei had already finished brushing his hands and was about to disinfect them.
"I know that TIPS surgery is an effective way to treat advanced cirrhosis and ascites." The patient's thoughts were very clear. "But the success rate of the previous surgery was not high, and the mortality rate was as high as 10-20%. That's just death. Postoperative complications of hepatic encephalopathy are not included. "
"And then?" Liu Zewei picked up the oval forceps, clamped the iodophor gauze, and chatted with him, "Lie down and don't move. I'm starting to disinfect."
"I never dared to do it. If you don't have surgery, you can still live for a few days. If you have surgery, you might die immediately. "
"How did you get the courage to do it this time?"
"I can't hold on any longer." The patient felt a chill when the iodophor touched his skin, and fear surged up like a tide. "Doctor, I can tell that you're an experienced chief physician. You must do your best."
"Okay, don't worry." Liu Zewei fooled the patient. After disinfection, he began to spread the sterile sheet.
"In my hometown, there's a large group of a few thousand people, and all of them have similar illnesses. Some people went to Inner Mongolia to find a divine doctor and take Mongolian medicine. I thought about it. In the past, when I called him a Mongolian doctor, wasn't it a curse? How come Mongolian medicine is so popular now? "
Liu Zewei smiled. This kind of thing was really common. It was a common sight, and he was already used to it.
The patient had a terminal illness, not just cancer, but ascites in the late stage of cirrhosis, which was also considered a terminal illness in the past.
If the hospital couldn't do anything about it, then he would just go around and ask for medicine.
A patient came back and told Liu Zewei that there were thousands of people lining up at the Godly Doctor's clinic. They didn't even ask questions, check up, or look at scans. They just took the medicine, paid, and left.
Liu Zewei really couldn't understand why there were so many medical disputes in tertiary Grade A hospitals that sincerely treated patients. As for the Godly Doctor, he had a huge number of patients and income every day.
He didn't treat any illnesses at all, yet he still had a good reputation?
In this world, there were many things that couldn't be reasoned with.
Let's see if I can impersonate a Godly Doctor after my hair becomes brighter.
After disinfection, Liu Zewei called out softly.
Zheng Ren washed his hands and went on stage.
"I can't hold on any longer. Coincidentally, there's a patient in the group who said that he had surgery at 912. After he went back, the symptoms were gone. I thought, this is the only way. Even if I die, I have to come and take a look. "
"Okay, lie down. The surgery is about to start. If you have difficulty breathing, don't move. Just speak, "Liu Zewei instructed.
"Doctor, I heard that the person who operated on you was bald … I'm not saying that you're bald, it's just that … you're the one who operated on me. You have to do a good job today." The patient was so flustered that he blurted out.
"Well, don't worry." Liu Zewei was not angry.
The patient responded. From the corner of his eye, he saw a young face appear beside him and start to move.
His heart was filled with grief.
If he did not give the doctor a red packet, the chief physician would not extend his hand and let the junior doctor perform the surgery. Who would believe that he was Professor Zheng? He was nowhere to be seen every day.
Sigh …
He already knew about this matter. He closed his eyes, and a few streaks of tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.
"Hmm? Does it hurt? "Zheng Ren had just completed the puncture. When he saw the patient crying, he immediately stopped and asked.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the monitor. His heart rate was slightly faster, but there was nothing else unusual.
"Chief Liu, don't get off the stage. Even if you don't do it, I'll be satisfied if you just watch over there," the patient said miserably. "I know that I gave my wife 2,000 yuan, but she definitely didn't give it to you. Please don't go, please … "
Liu Zewei was a little embarrassed. At this time, it was better to remain silent.
No matter what he said, it might cause Chief Zheng to be unhappy.
"Old Liu, you do it." Zheng Ren turned around at random and had his back to Liu Zewei. He changed positions and became an assistant.
Liu Zewei was overjoyed!
Seeing Zheng Ren pick up the hemostatic forceps, Liu Zewei felt at ease.
"That was just the puncture. I'll do it for you next." Liu Zewei comforted the patient.
"Chief Liu, you really have a Bodhisattva's heart." The patient was grateful.
The patient's condition was expected, so Zheng Ren did not think much of it. Since the patient felt uneasy doing the surgery himself, he would let Liu Zewei do it. It was not a big deal.
Liu Zewei's surgery had been baptized by more than ten surgical hemostatic forceps. It had been completely new.
Zheng Ren looked at his operation seriously. There were not many things that needed to be corrected.
"What's the problem between you and your wife?" Liu Zewei asked as he performed the surgery.
He rarely spoke on the operating table. However, this time, Liu Zewei was still worried that Zheng Ren would be angry, so he wanted to use conversation to resolve the awkwardness.
"Sigh, don't mention it," the patient said. "There's no filial son in front of a sick bed. Don't mention a couple."
"It's because you're too hot-tempered." Liu Zewei began to puncture.
"My temper … Doctor, do you think my temper will improve after my cirrhosis ascites is treated?" the patient asked.
"In Western medicine, temper has nothing to do with the liver. But according to Chinese medicine, liver depression and qi stagnation make it easy to get angry. After it's done, your temper will be better. "Liu Zewei began to put in the stent.
"But even if I have a good temper, I can't change it." The patient had a judgment of the situation. "If I'm better, I'll get a divorce when I go back."
"Why?"
"She thinks I'm a burden to her, so let's get a divorce. Who's different from who?" The patient's thoughts were quite free and easy.
The second stent was inserted.
After the angiography, the surgery was over.
"Alright, it's done!" Liu Zewei was in high spirits.
The entire surgery had only been knocked twice, which was a record low! This proved that his surgical skills had been greatly improved.
"Ah? So fast? "The patient was surprised. He wanted to move but was stopped by Liu Zewei.
"Why are you moving? He was covered in things and they all fell to the ground when he moved.
"Doctor, you can't fool me. This surgery was done too fast."
"The improved TIPS surgery is fast and the effect is good. This surgery was recommended for the Nobel Prize in Medicine this year. " Liu Zewei spoke nonsense. While the patient was stunned, he took out the guide wire, catheter, and bandaged the puncture point.
The surgery was over.
"Go back and wait. The other patients also took this long," Liu Zewei said with a smile. "You came all the way to see a doctor. Why would I fool you?"
The patient left with doubts.
Liu Zewei was a little embarrassed but seeing that Zheng Ren did not seem angry, he did not mention it and continued the surgery.
Six patients were finished in the morning.
Zheng Ren did not eat lunch and called Su Yun.
"The surgery is done. Who are you going to the pathology department to find?" Zheng Ren asked directly.
Su Yun told him a name and hung up. No one knew what he was busy with.
"Boss, why are you going to the pathology department?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.
"To try the optical tweezers," Zheng Ren said.
The professor's eyes lit up!
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