However, no matter how unexpected it was, Feng Xuhui still tried his best to do what a professional manager should do.
Under his guidance, Zheng Ren and Su Yun found Professor Pei's car.
It was an inconspicuous Hongqi sedan that looked like it had been built ten or twenty years ago.
"Little Zheng, this way," Professor Pei greeted Zheng Ren when he saw him approaching from afar.
"Professor Pei, you're too kind." Zheng Ren hurriedly took a few steps forward to show his respect for the old comrade.
"You've really given me a difficult problem." Professor Pei chuckled and did not look like a difficult problem at all.
Zheng Ren smiled sheepishly.
He and Professor Pei had only met by chance and did not know each other well. On the plane, he had asked the control tower to contact Professor Pei out of desperation. He had gambled on the professor's benevolence as a doctor with decades of experience.
Unsurprisingly, Zheng Ren had won the bet.
It was because of Professor Pei's benevolence and his … The System's accurate diagnosis.
"Being a doctor is like this. Accidents happen all the time. Do what you need to do and don't be influenced by the current society. " Professor Pei patted Zheng Ren's shoulder with a serious smile. "What kind of bullsh * t rule is that a doctor can't treat a patient if he's not at the place of his practice?
Little Zheng, I'm very satisfied with you. "
Professor Pei was referring to an obstetrician who had delivered a baby on a train a few years ago but was sued by the patient's family, claiming that the place of a medical practitioner's practice did not include the train and the location of the train.
In the end, the case ended with compensation and the doctor's license being revoked.
After that, many doctors and nurses pretended not to hear the broadcast asking for medical help on the train.
That was how the culture was corrupted.
Professor Pei clearly did not support this practice.
As a doctor, how could he not go and treat patients who were sick?
He had used his words and actions to express his approval of Zheng Ren.
"It's what I should do," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Professor Pei, do you think Chief Zheng should go to the hotel or the hospital first? I've booked a hotel for him." Feng Xuhui, who was standing at the side, took the time to ask.
"No, let's go to the hospital's guest house." Professor Pei waved his hand and got into the car, gesturing for Zheng Ren to sit in the back. Su Yun took a look and put the luggage in the trunk with the driver. Then, he sat in the front passenger seat.
Feng Xuhui was on the verge of tears.
In order to make the promising young doctor feel at home, he had even paid for a five-star hotel for him.
Unexpectedly …
Guest house …
This name was so old that many people after 2000 had never heard of it. It had a rustic feel to it, as if it brought people back to 30 years ago.
Poor Chief Zheng. Instead of staying in a five-star hotel, he had to stay in a guest house.
Although this was what he thought in his heart, he could not show it on his face.
Manager Feng had a professional smile on his face as he watched the black Hongqi car leave. After that, he got into his own car and followed the Hongqi.
Zheng Ren sat upright in the Hongqi sedan and chatted with Professor Pei.
"Little Zheng, I didn't expect you to be so good at diagnosing," Professor Pei said with a chuckle. "Aortic dissection is not a diagnosis that ordinary people would dare make. That's not all, you actually dared to say it's a type 1. "
"I've seen two cases and read some literature reports," Zheng Ren said politely.
"How confident are you?" Professor Pei was curious.
"Eighty percent?" Zheng Ren hesitated before giving a number. There should be no problem with the diagnosis given by that pig trotter, the System, but he could not say that he was 100% sure.
Zheng Ren put himself in Professor Pei's shoes. Without any auxiliary diagnostic equipment on board, he would never believe that anyone could accurately diagnose a type 1 aortic dissection based on experience alone.
"You're very confident." Professor Pei tapped his fingers on his knee as if in deep thought. After a few breaths, he said, "I trust your judgment because I've seen you perform surgery before."
Su Yun's ears twitched. He was sitting in the passenger seat and playing with his phone, but his mind was elsewhere. All his energy was focused on the conversation between Professor Pei and Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren nodded.
"It's good that you're confident. I put in a lot of effort to deploy the helicopter rescue this time. If the diagnosis is wrong, I'm afraid those old guys will laugh at me to death. "
People in the medical field were essentially no different from technical geeks. However, technical geeks only needed to deal with computers, while medical practitioners had to deal with a diverse group of people.
Deep in their souls, they worshipped technology.
People with accurate diagnoses and appropriate treatments were idolized by countless people.
However, if they were self-righteous and their diagnosis was far from the actual situation, they would be despised even if they did not say it out loud.
Those who did not value technology … had already become hospital leaders.
Professor Pei's meaning was clear. Zheng Ren thought for a moment and asked, "How is the patient now?"
"Blood pressure is under control. He's doing a 64-slice T-scan," Professor Pei said.
…
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At the same time, in a 64-slice T-scan room in a hospital.
A white-haired old professor sat upright and still. He did not seem to hear the faint noise from the machine in front of him as he focused on the image on the screen.
"Professor, the patient has been safely sent to the ward," a doctor in his thirties said softly as he walked in after hanging up the phone.
"Prepare for surgery," the old professor said calmly as he stared at the screen.
"Diagnosed?" The young doctor was surprised. There was only an ordinary T-spiral tomography image on the screen. The 64-slice 3D reconstruction was still being calculated in the System's software.
"It should be a type 1 aortic dissection. With timely diagnosis and treatment, the tear has been effectively controlled." The old professor pointed at one of the tomography images and said, "You can see subtle changes here."
The young doctor frowned. The old professor's words were beyond his understanding.
"When is your senior's surgery?" the old professor asked.
"There are three slow-motion surgeries today. He's doing the second one now."
"Tell him to stop slow-motion surgeries and reschedule them," the old professor said. "Let's do this emergency surgery first. I'll guide the surgery after the surgery starts."
"Elephant trunk replacement?" The young doctor was eager to try. It was obvious that he was particularly interested in the largest cardiothoracic surgery.
"Yes."
As he spoke, the 3D reconstruction image was completed. Frame by frame, it was uploaded and displayed on the monitor.
The aorta was five centimeters away from the heart and a tear appeared in front of everyone.
The tear was not long, only about three to four centimeters. It was not serious and everything was still manageable.
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