Mao Chi saw Zheng Ren through the lead-lined glass.
He did not know why, but the moment he saw Zheng Ren, all the negative emotions in his heart disappeared.
He stopped stepping on the line and the airtight lead door opened. Zheng Ren walked in quickly and said, "Chief Mao, I can't get it out. It's stuck inside."
Mao Chi sighed deeply after hearing Zheng Ren's judgment.
In fact, he thought so too, but he still wanted to give it a try. After all, he did not know how to perform cardiac surgery.
"Boss Zheng, are you here?" Mao Chi asked tentatively.
"Yes, hurry up. The patient's ED is moving too fast. I'm afraid that if we delay for a few more hours, there will be cerebral edema if the cerebral hypoxia is severe. Severe brain herniation is even more difficult to explain, "Zheng Ren said.
Mao Chi nodded.
"Lao He, go take a look at the cardiopulmonary bypass."
"Su Yun, look at the other equipment."
"Yiren, I want to split the sternum."
Zheng Ren turned his head to look at the patient's ECG monitor. He issued one order after another, and the medical team moved in an orderly manner.
"Chief Mao, are you here to save the day?" Someone patted Mao Chi's shoulder and asked.
Mao Chi turned around and saw that it was Chief Luo. He was stunned.
What time was it now? Why did Chief Luo, a person from the Department of Gastroenterology, come over?
"Director Luo, why are you so free today?" Mao Chi asked.
"Take off your lead apron and go out to rest. Your hat is wet," Chief Luo did not answer his question. Instead, he said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
When Mao Chi saw Zheng Ren's medical team getting busy, he let out a long sigh of relief and tore off his sterile coat. Just as he was about to leave, Zheng Ren suddenly said, "Chief Mao, the patient's family members are having preoperative communication. Go take a look."
His tone was no longer as polite as before.
Mao Chi was not angry. He knew that Boss Zheng had entered emergency rescue mode. Everything was based on the patient's life.
Walking out of the operating theater, Mao Chi picked up his phone and began to contact Professor Zhang.
He was still communicating with the patient's family members and explaining the patient's condition. It was probably a little troublesome. Otherwise, it wouldn't take more than twenty minutes to get back up.
But there was nothing he could do. Who asked him to encounter such a thing? If it were him, he would definitely be badly battered.
Surgeries were most afraid of entering the palace for the second time.
In particular, he had explained to the patient's family well before the surgery that minimally invasive surgery could solve the problem with a needle hole.
However, not only did it not solve the problem, but the sternum was also split open for surgery. Who wouldn't be anxious if they were the patient's family?
When faced with this kind of situation, the doctors in the country could not be unyielding. As long as the patient could survive, everything would be fine.
There were risks in the surgery, and they were informed before the surgery. As long as the patient was alive, the patient's family would basically understand. But if the person couldn't come down, that would be a different story.
Not to mention that it was a long-planned medical dispute, this was a special case after all. Under normal circumstances, the family members of ordinary patients would have an emotional breakdown, and what happened next would be completely out of control.
Thinking of this, Mao Chi's mind wandered.
Otherwise, more and more PhDs would go abroad and not come back. Doctors outside were paid well, had low workload, and had light responsibilities. Needless to say.
Doctor House had been beaten to death in the country so many times. He could not even make it to the second episode of the first season, let alone the second season. He was already badly battered in the first episode.
"Director, you've come down?" A suppressed voice of excitement came from the other side of the phone. There was a tinge of nervousness in the excitement.
"Is it convenient to talk?"
Professor Zhang was silent. A few thumping sounds came from the other side. Obviously, he knew what had happened and was looking for a secluded place.
"Director, surgery …" After dozens of seconds, Professor Zhang's trembling voice came out.
"It failed. The shelf is stuck in the folds of the atrium and can't be removed," Mao Chi said. "Boss Zheng is here. He's preparing to split open the chest for surgery."
"Zheng …"
"You don't have any other choice. Hurry up and explain to the patient's family. If you don't know how to write the preoperative instructions, look for the people from your thoracic surgery department," Mao Chi said coldly. He had regained the swift and domineering manner unique to a chief director.
Time seemed to have returned to a few years ago, and the location had returned to the Imperial Capital Hospital.
Professor Zhang subconsciously said, "Okay, Chief, I'll go right away."
Mao Chi hung up the phone.
"Chief Mao, you've worked hard," Chief Luo said with a smile.
The two of them sat on the chairs in the operating room. Mao Chi lifted his sterile clothes and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He smiled bitterly and said, "I can't help it. After all, he was once a soldier under me."
"Your eyes are still bright. You asked Boss Zheng to solve it. Let's not talk about whether the surgery can be done or not. I … I don't know about interventional surgery. When we came just now, Boss Zheng saw the process of you taking out the big shelf and immediately determined that the interventional surgery couldn't be taken out. "
Mao Chi nodded.
"This person, what can he do, what will he do, and how to do it appropriately. It's very difficult to do it if he doesn't stick to a little bit," Chief Luo said.
"Why are you here, Chief Luo?" Mao Chi did not want to talk about this matter. He was a little uneasy, afraid that Boss Zheng would not be able to perform the surgery.
He was even more afraid that the patient's family would not agree and the emergency department would perform the surgery.
He had found Boss Zheng, but in the end, he could not put Boss Zheng in. The troublesome things were all f * cking behind.
"Didn't I happen to run into Boss Zheng? There's a consultation from Massachusetts General Hospital. It's a patient diagnosed with periodic vomiting syndrome. Because he inhaled the exhaust gas from electrical combustion, it caused abdominal pain, nausea, and vomiting …"
"Isn't there a diagnosis?"
"This time, the illness is especially serious. Massachusetts General Hospital sent the medical record over and asked Boss Zheng to take a look," Chief Luo said with a smile.
Massachusetts General Hospital, take a look …
These two words deeply pierced Chief Mao's heart.
Was Boss Zheng really so awesome?
"What do you think about the medical record?" Chief Mao pretended not to care much. He hid his emotions and asked randomly.
"I think it's serotonin syndrome, but Boss Zheng denied it." Chief Luo did not seem unhappy. He just told the truth.
Mao Chi looked at Chief Luo in surprise. He wanted to find a trace of unhappiness in his eyes and actions.
But soon, he was disappointed.
"What did Boss Zheng diagnose?"
"We're still discussing it. Boss Zheng denied all possibilities. He only said that it might be a problem with the thyroid. Then, your call came in."
Mao Chi remembered that when he called, there was a noisy discussion about the condition. He vaguely remembered that Boss Zheng said that he wanted to do a thyroid ultrasound.
"He suspects that it's a problem with the thyroid?"
Chief Luo nodded and said, "I'm not a professional in endocrine diseases, but many of the symptoms indicate that it might be a disease of the endocrine system. It's only right for him to do an ultrasound. "
"…"
Mao Chi was stunned.
Abdominal pain, nausea, and vomiting. Just these six words alone, he would never have thought that it was a problem with the thyroid.
Impossible!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
