Zhou Chunyong frowned and said, "Did the patient's escort tell Boss Zheng?"
"Yes, they're considering what to do."
"Okay, as long as it doesn't involve medical safety, do as Boss Zheng says," Zhou Chunyong said domineeringly. "If you don't dare, I'll arrive in two hours. I'll take the child to the Imperial Capital."
"Teacher Zhou, you …"
"Nothing. I'm driving, so I won't talk much." Zhou Chunyong was a little disgusted by the impatience in the man's words and hung up the phone.
What kind of f * cking person was this? Did he really think he was a big shot?
Was Boss Zheng's diagnosis wrong? This was far away, but he still had to identify and investigate. If it was in the Imperial Capital, Boss Zheng would solve the problem in ten minutes.
Zhou Chunyong knew what to do. He had almost unlimited confidence in Boss Zheng.
He drove silently and carefully. It was not fast, but it was very stable.
After ten minutes, the phone call came in again.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Chunyong asked impatiently.
"Teacher Zhou, didn't Boss Zheng say that 1% lidocaine was injected into the throat to see if it could relieve the intense throat pain? In the end, it proved that it had no effect."
"Yes." Zhou Chunyong snorted coldly.
"He also said that he wanted to inject L in the upper tonsil.
% lidocaine 3%.
Take a look … "
"I said that your side would do it. Can't you do it?" Zhou Chunyong's voice was cold, but it was heavy, like an iceberg.
The other end of the phone fell silent. He could already hear Chief Zhou's unhappiness.
"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up." Zhou Chunyong hung up the phone impatiently.
Although he used Bluetooth, he did not want to make a phone call while driving. Safety first. Zhou Chunyong cared about this very much.
No matter how much money he earned, he had to be alive to spend it.
Most importantly, the tone on the other side made Zhou Chunyong very unhappy.
I'm already out of the city in the middle of the night. What's there to worry about! Boss Zheng gave me the investigation plan. Just follow it. Why are you talking so much nonsense!
Zhou Chunyong was domineering by nature. At this moment, he was especially irritable. He was like a lion hunting, his entire body exuding a flamboyant aura.
After driving out of the city, half an hour later, the phone rang again.
"What now?" Zhou Chunyong's tone was full of impatience. Those who did not know the truth would definitely think that someone else was asking him to do something for them.
His domineering tone made the person on the other side speechless.
"Teacher Zhou, after the injection of lidocaine, the patient's throat pain has significantly improved," the other party said carefully.
"Well, what did Boss Zheng say?" Zhou Chunyong's tone was better.
"Zheng … Boss Zheng said that considering it's styloid process syndrome, we need to do a lateral position of the styloid process."
"Then hurry up and do it."
"…" The other party was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Professor Zhou, our hospital is small, and we don't perform the orthotopic and lateral positions of the styloid process often. We're afraid that Boss Zheng will laugh at us."
"I'll be there in a while. Report to Boss Zheng immediately."
"Report?"
"To be honest, I'll be there in an hour. When I arrive, I'll personally examine the patient." Zhou Chunyong's mood suddenly became cheerful.
"Okay, okay."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chunyong smiled.
There was no one in the car, and he smiled happily. It was as if he had returned to his youth, when the flowers were blooming.
No pain, no gain.
However, Boss Zheng was also amazing. Two diagnostic treatment methods. He had not even seen the patient yet, but he had directly given a clear diagnosis.
The styloid process just now was not the radial process that Boss Zheng had hit with the hemostatic forceps, but the styloid process of the temporal bone.
The styloid process of the temporal bone referred to the thin and long bony process that protruded from the front and lower of the temporal bone. The styloid process originated from the front of the stylomastoid foramen below the temporal bone. It was thin and cylindrical, and its distal end extended inward and forward, between the internal carotid artery and the external carotid artery.
On average, the styloid process of the temporal bone was 25.20 mm.
Most scholars believed that it was greater than 30 mm.
It was abnormal. The normal inclination of the adult styloid process and the vertical line of the skull base plane was generally about 25 ° forward and inward.
There were few problems with the styloid process of the temporal bone.
Generally, the radiology department of second-class hospitals would not do a lateral position of the styloid process at all, and ordinary third-class hospitals rarely did it. They were all old doctors at the chief level who had similar experience, but most of them could not do it well.
After all, clinicians would rarely consider the problem of the temporal bone styloid process.
Zhou Chunyong did not know what the child's condition was, and he did not want to know. Once again, the facts proved that Boss Zheng and his medical team were extremely awesome.
Hurry up and go. This was the time to show off his skill level!
However, Zhou Chunyong had not done a lateral position of the styloid process for many years. He tried hard to recall his previous experience and recall the technical details.
Although he had not done it for many years, it was still the foundation of the Virgin Skill. These were not difficult for Zhou Chunyong.
Nearly an hour later, Zhou Chunyong arrived at a small local hospital.
The hospital director and a few clinical chief physicians stood in the night to welcome him.
Seeing Zhou Chunyong get out of the car, the hospital director hurriedly rushed forward, reached out his hands, and said politely, "Teacher Zhou, I've troubled you to come here in the middle of the night."
"This is my business. How can you say it's troublesome?" Zhou Chunyong said very calmly.
The hospital director was speechless for a moment, but he knew Zhou Chunyong's overbearing and domineering nature. He also vaguely knew that it was because the first experiment was unsuccessful and he was a little disdainful, which led to Teacher Zhou's attitude.
Zhou Chunyong only said one sentence to the hospital director before he picked up his phone and called Boss Zheng as if there was no one else around.
"Boss Zheng, I'm here!" Zhou Chunyong was like a soldier, reporting his itinerary immediately.
The hospital director and a few chief physicians looked at each other in surprise.
What was Boss Zheng's background? Why was Teacher Zhou so respectful?
"It's no trouble at all. Even if the sky falls, I, Old Zhou, will do my best to complete your arrangements."
"Okay, I'll personally take the film for the patient. I'll send it to you later."
After saying that, Zhou Chunyong hung up the phone.
"Where's the patient?"
"In the ward."
"Send him to the radiology department and turn on a machine." Zhou Chunyong casually gave medical instructions as if he had returned to the Imperial Capital.
He did not dare to be negligent, mainly because he had long been discouraged.
Zhou Chunyong was overbearing. Boss Zheng, whom he had never met before, only used two diagnostic treatments to make a clear diagnosis. In addition, his own hospital did not even know what the lateral position of the styloid process was. What else was there to say?
Ten minutes later, Zhou Chunyong looked at the image on the computer screen and let out a deep breath.
"Teacher Zhou, how is it?" the hospital director asked carefully.
Zhou Chunyong's finger pointed at the image on the screen. "The styloid process is 3cm and slightly long. The key is that the angle is wrong!"
His finger was like a small carrot, tapping on the screen, making a banging sound.
The hospital director felt a burst of heartache. He did not want to break the machine.
"It's a very typical styloid process syndrome!"
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