Zheng Ren left the operating table and Su Yun applied pressure to stop the bleeding.
"Did it go well?" Old Chief Physician Pan praised Zheng Ren when he saw that the surgery was progressing quickly.
"It's alright." Zheng Ren smiled. "The embolization is more solid. There might be pain and nausea after the surgery. Just administer the medication accordingly."
The last sentence was directed at Chang Yue, who was in the operating room.
Chang Yue readily agreed.
Although she did not understand interventional surgery, she could still understand the disappearance of the tumor perfusion in the imaging.
A successful surgery meant that Sister Yun could live for more than half a year, which was undoubtedly good news.
Zheng Ren and Old Chief Physician Pan went to change their clothes and returned to the ward, answering the old chief's questions about interventional surgery.
Zheng Ren did not impatiently answer many of the simple questions. Instead, he explained them in simple terms.
Old Chief Physician Pan was very happy. Zheng Ren was surprised by the old man's strong desire for knowledge at his age.
"Chief Physician Pan, why are you so interested in interventional radiology?" Zheng Ren was also a person who could not keep anything in his stomach, so he asked directly.
"I'm too old to learn it. Even if I did, I wouldn't be able to perform it. But anything that can save lives is good, "Old Chief Physician Pan said. "Sometimes, I can't help but think that if this technology existed in the early years, many fewer people would have died."
Zheng Ren was silent.
He guessed that Old Chief Physician Pan was thinking about the bloodbath.
If they had the current conditions, interventional surgery, venipuncture, and surgical resection, many fewer people would have died.
What a pity.
However, Zheng Ren did not know how to comfort Old Chief Physician Pan.
"You must seize the opportunity when you go to Imperial Capital." Old Chief Physician Pan nagged at Zheng Ren tirelessly, "You're good enough. You need a better platform to show your true value. Sea City General Hospital is too small a platform. "
"What about our emergency department?" Zheng Ren asked casually. He could guess what Old Chief Physician Pan was going to say as soon as the words left his mouth.
He was so stupid.
"Will the Earth stop spinning without you?" Old Chief Physician Pan scolded affectionately.
Both of them fell silent.
Old Chief Physician Pan went to the government and said that he wanted to change the qualification for interventional surgery to the emergency ward as soon as possible.
Zheng Ren returned to the emergency ward. As soon as he reached the corridor, he saw a few people in black carrying a coffin.
That old man passed away?
Zheng Ren quickly took two steps forward, wanting to see what was going on.
The gray-haired woman had tears in her eyes, but her behavior was still gentle and proper. She bowed slightly when she saw Zheng Ren approaching and said, "Doctor Zheng, thank you."
"Auntie, you're too polite. I don't deserve it," Zheng Ren said quickly. "Has the old man left?"
"Yes, let's go." His voice was soft, like a light rain in early spring, drifting away without a trace. "It's very quiet. You didn't suffer. That's good."
Zheng Ren felt a little regretful, but there was nothing he could do. He had already done his best to arrange a single room for the old man to leave peacefully.
"Thank you very much. My son will be back from the United States in two days. He will come to thank you after the funeral."
"Do you need any help?"
"There's no need to trouble you." The gentler the white-haired woman's tone was, the more uncomfortable Zheng Ren felt.
This was the result of many years of upbringing, which allowed the auntie to restrain the great sorrow in the depths of her heart and talk to him calmly. A person like her was undoubtedly a warm part of this world.
After sending the peaceful old man off, Zheng Ren looked at the empty ward and felt a little empty.
Although they had only spent a day together, the scene of the old man reciting Xiang Yu's biography by the bedside last night still lingered in Zheng Ren's mind, and he could not forget it for a long time.
This was good. After a long time, Zheng Ren shook his head and comforted himself.
Life and death were fated. It was fine as long as he did not suffer.
Soon, Chang Yue and Su Yun came down with Zheng Yunxia, accompanied by Xie Yiren and the Chu sisters.
One of the patient's family members was curious and asked Zheng Ren curiously, "Chief Zheng, which high-ranking official is this? Why are there so many people escorting him?"
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's not a high-ranking official."
"Stop joking, Chief Zheng. If he's not a high-ranking official, why would he have so many people following him? If you ask me, he's at least a department-level official or from a very rich family. I saw the patient yesterday. He's quite low-key, not revealing anything. "
Zheng Ren cursed in his heart. There was no such thing as revealing anything.
However, there was no need to explain in detail to the patient's family members. Zheng Ren was not the kind of person who liked to gossip, so he just smiled and carried Zheng Yunxia to the hospital bed.
There were no adverse effects after the surgery.
Zheng Yunxia was a little excited and said to Zheng Ren, "Chief Zheng, I see that the tumor has completely disappeared."
Because the patient was under local anesthesia, he was conscious during the surgery. He only needed to turn his head slightly to the left to see the doctor's image.
Generally, after one or two interventional surgeries, the patient would basically become half a professional and at least be able to judge the tumor from the image.
Zheng Ren smiled and said, "The embolization was very successful this time. You might feel uncomfortable after the surgery, but remember to turn your head to the side. Otherwise, nausea, vomiting, and suffocation will occur. Also, if it hurts, tell Chang Yue and ask her to give you painkillers. "
"I'm a little nauseous right now," Zheng Yunxia said seriously.
"Metoclopramide 10mg intramuscular injection," Zheng Ren ordered.
Chang Yue nodded and turned around to pass the doctor's instructions to the nurse to administer the medicine.
To Zheng Yunxia, being able to meet Chang Yue and Zheng Ren on a snowy night was like opening a new door in her life.
Heaven never bars one's way. This was probably a situation like this.
Zheng Ren also knew that Chang Yue did not want to trouble him, so he was thinking of finding a job for Zheng Yunxia, such as cleaning the emergency ward.
As the emergency ward had just been established, there was no fixed medical staff. They were all sent from other wards as support. If Old Chief Physician Pan was willing to help, this matter would not be difficult.
Chang Yue had already troubled Zheng Ren many times. She also had an accurate assessment of her benevolent nature and could not trouble him anymore. She had to do it herself.
However, Chang Yue, who could get along with the patients like a family member, would change her expression when she faced the leaders. She would be distant and distant. It was unknown what kind of rare personality type this belonged to.
After the intramuscular injection of metoclopramide, Zheng Ren observed the dressing on the puncture point. There was no bleeding. There was also a salt bag pressed on the pressure dressing, which could be removed after six hours to assist in hemostasis.
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