Zheng Ren woke up early in the morning, feeling refreshed.
Sitting at the dining table on the first floor, he watched Little Yiren cook breakfast in a set of pajamas with a cartoon dog pattern. Hei Zi squatted beside her, and he was also waiting for breakfast.
The beauty of life was nothing more than this.
"Have you washed your hands?" Xie Yiren asked.
"Yes. Both Hei Zi and I have showered." Zheng Ren casually laughed.
"There are six surgeries today. Are you coming?" Xie Yiren did not notice Zheng Ren's faulty words and asked about today's work.
"I'll sit down and watch. Lil Fugui and Old Liu can do it," Zheng Ren said. "The Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery has accepted another patient with liver cancer. He'll do an embolization today and surgery in two days."
"You're quite busy. Can you come down at noon?" Xie Yiren asked.
"Of course," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "If there's not enough time, I'll kick Lil Fugui down. One will be over in a few minutes."
[They said that they're going to write a love song. It's for both refined and popular tastes …]
While they were chatting, Zheng Ren's phone rang.
"Lao He, what's the matter so early?" Zheng Ren asked gently as he picked up the phone.
It was a little strange for Lao He to call him so early. However, Zheng Ren did not think about anything else. Lao He was just an anesthesiologist. What could be the big deal?
However, when Lao He opened his mouth, Zheng Ren was stunned.
"Huh? That's impossible. "
"Okay, wait for me in the CT room. I'll go take a look now." After Zheng Ren said that, he suddenly stood up.
"What's wrong with Lao He?" Xie Yiren was frying eggs. The fragrance had already drifted out.
"Lao He gave someone an epidural anesthesia. After the surgery, the patient's lower limbs were paralyzed," Zheng Ren said in a hurry. He turned around and went upstairs to change his clothes.
"…"
A few minutes later, Zheng Ren changed his clothes and ran down to put on his shoes. Su Yun followed behind him and complained, "What's wrong with Lao He? I've never heard of an epidural anesthesia that could paralyze a person in so many years."
"Shall I bring you food?" Xie Yiren asked.
"No need. Just eat early at noon." Zheng Ren waved his hand and ran out.
They took the elevator downstairs and ran all the way to the hospital.
These few days, he had already formed a habit. After eating in the morning, he would go to the community hospital to take a look at the postoperative patients, and then go to the 912.
There was no time today. The two of them ran all the way to the CT room.
Lao He stood at the entrance of the CT room.
His beard was unshaven and he looked down and out.
Zheng Ren saw that Lao He was a little dispirited and sighed.
It had nothing to do with who the patient was. Not to mention Chief Mao, even if it was an ordinary patient, as long as they encountered such a situation, they would be filled with remorse. They would not be able to recover without a year and a half of recovery.
Not to mention that this kind of thing would lead to disciplinary action, and even the revocation of a doctor's license.
"Don't panic, I'll take a look at the radiographic films," Zheng Ren said.
"Boss Zheng … I …" When Lao He saw Zheng Ren and his face that was as honest as a mountain, he almost cried.
His stomach was full of grievances.
"Good for nothing." Su Yun said disdainfully: "I'll say it here, it's not your business!"
Lao He's eyes were filled with tears.
"How many interns are fine after receiving epidural anesthesia? Why did something happen to you? How old is the patient? "asked Su Yun.
"Director Mao of the Science and Education Department …" Lao He wiped his tears and said.
Although Zheng Ren was aware of the situation, he was as silent as Su Yun and quickly walked into the CT room.
There was still an hour before work. The reading room was empty.
Zheng Ren found a machine and pulled out Chief Mao's radiographic films.
The high-density images of the 8th to 9th segments of the chest were so eye-catching.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun's original idea was that the tumor in the spine had a problem because of the surgical blow.
In that case, Lao He could be cleared of the charge of medical malpractice.
But …
At first glance, the image of that position was the standard image of bleeding. There was no doubt at all.
Su Yun was silent.
The black hair on his forehead lay on his forehead listlessly. Occasionally, it would flutter slightly as if he had just woken up. However, after that, he continued to lie down obediently.
Zheng Ren looked at the image without blinking.
"Boss Zheng, look …" Lao He's back bent. He was a smart person. The moment he saw the image, he had already felt the change in Zheng Ren and Su Yun's aura.
His heart had actually sunk into a bottomless abyss.
"Lao He …" Su Yun sighed and shook his head slightly.
Zheng Ren did not say anything. His eyes were fixed on the radiographic films.
After 12.35 seconds, Zheng Ren suddenly asked, "Lao He, where did you insert the needle from?"
"Chest 12, waist 1." Lao He's voice was already hoarse.
Now that he thought back to the process of the epidural anesthesia he had done last night, even he was not sure if he had touched a blood vessel.
"Logically speaking, even if it was bleeding caused by anesthesia, it would not have appeared in this position," Zheng Ren said calmly. Zheng Ren said calmly, "But the strange thing is, the image shows that it is indeed fresh bleeding."
These words were a little cruel, but they had to be said clearly.
Otherwise, if he gave Lao He hope, would he wait for the whole hospital to consult and be slapped?
At that time, would he also have to go up and kick him?!
Lao He's waist bent a little more. The wrinkles on his face were deep, and in an instant, he had aged ten years.
"Su Yun, bring Lao He for a smoke," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
"What about you?"
"I'll take another look at the radiographic films."
Su Yun took another look at the radiographic films. It was indeed bleeding. There could be no mistake. Lao He … was finished this time.
If this matter was not handled well, it would be enough to revoke his doctor's license.
As a doctor, he had one foot in and one foot out of the door. It was not nonsense.
Although they were all normal complications, they could cause bleeding during anesthesia because of a vascular malformation.
However, once something happened, who would forgive the anesthetist?
If he were a family member, he would definitely not think that it was a problem with a vascular malformation. Instead, he would be filled with hatred and want to kill Lao He.
"Let's go, Lao He. Smoke a cigarette to refresh yourself." Su Yun smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. Just get through it."
Lao He lowered his head and bent his waist. His hair was vaguely white, and his beard had grown a little longer.
This was the epitome of dejection.
Fate was so unfair. If it was a month ago, Lao He might not have been so sad and disappointed. In any case, he was just a salted fish. He was almost 50 years old and was still working a small shift.
Even if he was kicked out of the 912, as long as his doctor's license was not revoked, he could still make a living anywhere.
However, he had just gone on a mission with Boss Zheng and was arrogant in Nanyang. After he came back, he went to the Imperial Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital to save the stage. This was the pinnacle of Lao He's career.
Now that he thought about what happened a few days ago, it was like a dream.
He thought that his luck had turned for the better, but he did not expect that the heavens would strike him again.
This time, he was beyond redemption.
Lao He lowered his head and bent down. He looked at the ground and staggered away with Su Yun.
Zheng Ren looked at the radiographic films coldly and reconstructed them in his mind.
64-slice CT three-dimensional imaging, blood vessel CTA, MRI …
He did not care about the mental exhaustion and frantically rebuilt it.
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