Private hospitals rarely treated patients with liver cancer. Vascular diseases were the focus of their treatment.
Because the consumables were the most expensive, a large shelf would cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. The profits were the most lucrative.
Cardiothoracic surgery, on the other hand, had low profits and high risks. It also required the relevant departments and personnel. There might not even be one surgery in a year, so there was no such thing as paying for doctors in the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery.
The private hospital where Professor Zhang worked was considered a relatively large hospital, and it even had interventional surgery.
In the earliest days, private hospitals could only treat hemorrhoids or cheat people.
Mao Chi's face was gloomy. He changed his clothes and went to his car. If he couldn't get the stent out, he would have to go to the chest.
If he wanted to help Professor Zhang solve his problem, he would have to be more magnanimous.
He walked to the passenger door, and Professor Zhang opened the door respectfully.
"Little Zhang, there's no need to be so polite." Chief Mao said, "You can be considered to have your own world now."
"Director, how would I dare, how would I dare? I remember you once said, what is the scariest thing for a doctor? Something must have happened. The surgery was done well, and the patient recovered smoothly after the surgery. Everyone was happy. If there's a problem, it won't be a joke. "Professor Zhang sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
"I understand what you mean now." He sighed and said, "I'm careful enough, and my level isn't too bad either. But walking by the river all the time, how can I not wet my shoes?"
Mao Chi was shocked.
This was the disadvantage of working in a private hospital. If this happened in the 912, the medical administration division would definitely pay great attention to it. They would organize a consultation with the whole hospital, and then people from all departments would go on stage together. The problem would have been solved long ago.
But in a private hospital … Little Zhang had to personally come and beg him.
"It's only because you're here in the Imperial Capital that I still have some hope. If you happen to go out to give a lecture, I might even think of jumping off a building, "Professor Zhang said.
"There is no barrier that cannot be overcome, and I may not be able to help you solve the problem even if I go," Chief Mao said.
Hearing this, Professor Zhang's hands trembled. The car skidded and almost crashed into the car next to it.
"Little Zhang, your heart is in a mess. If not, I'll do it, "Chief Mao said.
"Don't say that, Director." Professor Zhang immediately focused and said, "If you can't take it out, then it's fate."
"Hmm …" Mao Chi muttered to himself. Speaking of this, he thought of someone.
"Director, your standard is one of the best in the country. If you … "
"No, you know about Chief Miao a while ago, right?" Mao Chi asked.
Professor Zhang's face suddenly turned pale.
Why did Chief Mao say this? Even if he didn't say it, he wanted to die in his heart. Could it be that the director was hinting at something?
"There's a new junior doctor in the hospital. He was poached by Chief Kong of the Department of Interventional Medicine. He happened to encounter it that day. He operated two guide wires with both hands and performed an aortic stent embolization and hepatic rupture bleeding surgery at the same time. "
"…" Professor Zhang was stunned.
Chief Mao did not want to perform the surgery, so he made up a story to deceive him? Manipulating two guide wires with both hands at the same time? Was this even human?
"I'm thinking about giving him a call first," Mao Chi muttered.
He did not feel that his level was higher than Boss Zheng's, but he felt that this matter was not good.
There were no benefits to saving the stage and the surgery was successful. Once it failed, it would be a pot of sh * t. No matter what, it would have to be stained with some smell.
Moreover, the surgeries that required saving the stage were all extremely difficult. Success? It would be considered lucky to have a 30% chance of success.
He could not do anything about it, but Boss Zheng and Little Zhang were not related. Why should he help him?
"Chief, don't ignore me!" Professor Zhang held the steering wheel tightly with both hands. The back of his hands was pale, and his veins were bulging. Mao Chi was shocked.
Professor Zhang was on the verge of a psychological breakdown.
The pressure of the surgery itself was especially great. It was fine if it was successful, but if it failed, the sense of guilt and the fear of being chased and scolded by the patient's family members would multiply.
There was still a patient in Professor Zhang's family who had a heart attack. It was already very lucky that he could drive over without an accident.
Mao Chi quickly called him to stop. He changed to the driver's seat in fear and let him drive to the hospital.
"Little Zhang, calm down," Mao Chi said. "Chief Miao's matter is over in the end."
"Chief, don't lie to me. It's impossible to hold two guide wires with two hands. "Professor Zhang's eyes were a little unfocused. He sat in the front passenger seat and his body went limp. If it were not for the seat belt, he would not have been able to sit steadily.
"Sigh." Mao Chi did not know how to explain.
He did not believe such a thing either.
After coming into contact with it more, especially after Boss Zheng had performed a few beautiful surgeries recently, his thoughts were confirmed.
"A few days ago, at the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, an overseas employee was shot …" Chief Mao wanted to give an example, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that Professor Zhang was not in a good state. He decided not to say anything.
It was useless to tell him now. When they arrived, he could just ask Boss Zheng if he could come.
If he could not come, he would find someone with a big heart to save the stage. It was said that Old Gu was not feeling well these few days. Who should he find? Mao Chi was worried.
He could find someone with a big heart, but if he wanted to do extracorporeal circulation, he had to find an anesthesiologist …
F * ck, when it came to the heart, it was so troublesome.
Mao Chi cursed in his heart.
He drove very steadily. After all, it was not a hemorrhagic shock that would kill someone in a few seconds.
When they arrived at the hospital and parked the car, Mao Chi calmed his emotions. He took out his phone and found Zheng Ren's number to call.
"Boss Zheng? It's me, Mao Chi.
"I have something I want to ask you for help. Do you have time on your side?"
As he said this, Mao Chi heard a slightly familiar voice coming from the other side of the phone. "It must be serotonin syndrome!"
Uh … Was this a consultation of the whole hospital?
Serotonin syndrome was not a common disease, and there were not many people who dared to say such a thing.
Chief Luo? Mao Chi quickly found the correct answer.
"Time … Chief Mao, please wait a moment," Zheng Ren said apologetically. "Su Yun, ask that side to check a thyroid ultrasound. I think it's a problem with the thyroid. Chief Luo, it can't be serotonin syndrome, although the symptoms look very similar. According to Hunter's criteria, no hyperreflexia and no clonus also rule out serotonin syndrome. "
"Chief Mao, please speak." After saying a bunch of words that Chief Mao did not seem to understand, Zheng Ren immediately asked gently.
Mao Chi's hand trembled a little.
In the past, he only knew that Boss Zheng performed the surgery well, but from what he said, it seemed that he was also very familiar with the diagnostic criteria.
To directly say that Chief Luo's diagnosis was wrong … Young people were really bold.
He only knew about serotonin syndrome. What the hell was Hunter's criteria!
Mao Chi opened his mouth twice, but he did not say anything.
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Note: The patient did not go on stage, so it does not count ~ ~ ~ Hey
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