"Professor Gu, you should be hospitalized, right?" Su Yun asked as they walked out of the building.
Professor Gu stumbled slightly.
"Is your heart feeling better? You shouldn't sneak out like that. " Su Yun continued to be sarcastic. Even a respected professor like Professor Gu could not escape his sarcasm.
However, what he said was reasonable. Professor Gu could not refute him even if he wanted to.
"Got it." A few seconds later, Professor Gu waved his hand and said, "The cardiology department is not as good at treating patients as we are."
Su Yun smiled and did not refute him.
This was a dispute within the hospital. The surgery department thought the internal medicine department was too slow while the internal medicine department thought the surgery department was too crude.
As for the related marginal techniques, they belonged to whoever managed to get their hands on them first.
The departments and professors who did not manage to get their hands on the technology would naturally be dissatisfied.
For example, in European hospitals, spine surgery was considered neurosurgery. However, the orthopedics department was the first to develop spine surgery in China, so the top surgeons in the country were all orthopedics. The neurosurgery department … only cared about the head and nothing else.
Temple of Heaven and Sanbo could only focus on neurosurgery. The spine was not under their jurisdiction. Even if they did, they could not compare to Jishuitan or Concorde Orthopedics.
The dispute between cardiothoracic and cardiology was a long time coming.
The cardiology department was the first to develop coronary artery stenting, which led to a drastic decrease in the number of cardiac surgeries. In the beginning, the cardiology department would ask the cardiothoracic department to perform coronary artery bypass surgery if they did not want to or could not perform it.
As technology improved, the number of coronary artery surgeries that the cardiology department could not perform decreased. Patients would also choose minimally invasive surgery over thoracothoracic surgery.
Many years ago, the separated cardiology department was merged back into the cardiothoracic department in many hospitals. There was no other reason than there were fewer surgeries to perform.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun understood the twists and turns of the situation, so they did not pay attention to Professor Gu's childish words.
Medical science was becoming more and more surgical and minimally invasive. It would not change because of a professor's wishes.
"I'll change your dressing when we get back. It was all thanks to the two of you that Fang Lin … "Professor Gu grumbled. He choked on his words when he mentioned Fang Lin.
"You went to see him, right? How's his condition?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Fortunately, due to the excessive bleeding, the coagulation function is impaired. Today, we gave him a few more units of platelets and fibrinogen." Professor Gu said, "The drainage volume of the chest vial has reached 400ml. It is estimated that there will be no more fresh blood drawn out the day after tomorrow. Less than 100ml of bloody fluid was drained from the peritoneal drainage. Overall, the situation is not bad. "
"Oh, that's good." Zheng Ren was relieved.
"It's all thanks to your timely rescue." Professor Gu said with lingering fear, "When I saw the situation yesterday, I thought it was impossible to save him. I was so anxious that I got a heart attack."
Zheng Ren smiled innocently.
When they arrived at the cardiothoracic surgery department, Professor Gu brought them to the pharmacy.
She took a sterile dressing tray and removed the gauze on Zheng Ren's shoulder that was soaked in sweat.
"I need to take antibiotics for a few days." Professor Gu noticed that the skin around the wound was neat. It was slightly red but not swollen, so it was probably not an infection. However, he still cautiously instructed Zheng Ren to apply some antibiotics.
"Yes, I used it yesterday," Zheng Ren said.
"Three days," Professor Gu ordered without hesitation, leaving no room for refusal.
After changing the dressing on Zheng Ren's shoulder, Professor Gu called for Zhao Yunlong and sternly told him that Zheng Ren was not to leave the ward for the next two days. This would save him from having to perform surgery again to avoid any accidents.
Zheng Ren did not know whether to laugh or cry.
It was just a cold. What could possibly go wrong? His body was in good health, so the chances of pneumonia were not high.
However, he could not refuse Professor Gu's good intentions.
Professor Gu gave him a private room for him to stay in.
Finally … he had a private room in Imperial Capital. Zheng Ren did not know whether to laugh or cry.
When Zheng Ren declined, Professor Gu's eyes widened and he rudely chased Zheng Ren to the private room.
"You should be content. Only deputy ministers are allowed to have private rooms." Su Yun sat on the sofa and looked at Zheng Ren.
"The point is, I'm fine." Zheng Ren's voice was weak and unconvincing.
"Stop trying to be brave. Lie down, young man." Su Yun sat on the sofa and took out his phone, playing something out of boredom.
Zheng Ren 'helplessly' lay down on the bed in the private room. A wave of exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave.
A private room in a Class Three Grade A Hospital in Imperial Capital was like a treasure. Money alone could not buy it.
When Zheng Ren was a resident in the general surgery department, he had once treated a deputy mayor. Of course, at the time, he could only stand aside and watch Chief Surgeon Liu show concern for the patient's well-being.
Later, the patient was diagnosed with stomach cancer. Instead of staying in Sea City General Hospital for surgery, he went directly to a hospital in Imperial Capital.
Generally speaking, it was good enough to get surgery from a senior professor in Imperial Capital. However, after getting used to Sea City's prestige, the patient came to Imperial Capital and requested a private room.
Every hospital assigned a different person to a private room. Some were chief residents, some were head nurses, and some were professors. However, the arrangement for a private room was the same.
Only department chiefs or authoritative professors had the right to allocate a private room to a private room.
Most people would admit defeat, but the patient returned to Sea City from Imperial Capital in a fit of pique and invited a professor from Sorcery Capital to perform surgery.
The series of events delayed the surgery for half a month.
It was also because of bad luck that his malignant tumor was not well classified and was progressing rapidly. During the surgery, three of his lymph nodes had metastasized.
It was a sad case, so Zheng Ren felt that Bu Ruotian had made the right choice.
Thinking about all these messy things, Zheng Ren gradually drifted off to sleep.
Zheng Ren slept like a log. He did not know if it was due to the fatigue from the surgery or the after-effects of using the Energy Serum from the System, but he slept until the sky turned dark.
When he woke up, Su Yun was still playing with his phone on the sofa. Compared to before, his posture did not seem to have changed.
There was a needle mark on his hand. It was probably the nurse who came to give him IV drip and remove the needle in his sleep, but Zheng Ren was unaware.
After sweating profusely, Zheng Ren felt much better.
"What do you want for dinner?" Zheng Ren asked as he sat up.
"I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow morning," Su Yun replied without looking up. "I thought you weren't interested in eating?"
"…" What a retort.
Indeed, Zheng Ren was not interested in eating. However, he was sick today and had performed seven interventional surgeries with lead aprons. His stamina was almost depleted.
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