They said that if they performed too many surgeries, there would definitely be problems. It was easy for them to say this. Everyone knew how to say it.
However, if it were to be spread to their close friends, less than 1% of people would be able to accept it. Most people's mentality was that they did not care how small the probability of a mistake was. As long as there was a problem, it would definitely be related to the surgery! (Note 1)
Forget it, he was unlucky. Professor Tian sighed.
It was good that he was fine. It was useless to say so much. Whether there would be an accident or not was a matter of probability. No matter how skilled they were, they could only narrow the probability to a certain extent. No one could succeed in every surgery from beginning to end.
Uh …
Thinking of this, Professor Tian was stunned.
A person appeared in his mind — Chief Zheng of the 912, the emergency department chief resident of Qianhai City General Hospital.
Professor Tian knew this name earlier than most people. It was all because of the surgery that made his hair stand on end!
He was invited to Sea City by Doctor Zhou to perform surgery on one of his classmates. Preoperative embolization of the lumbar artery to minimize bleeding.
At that time, Professor Tian was already prepared to embolize the lumbar artery himself.
Although the surgery was not as detailed as an interventional doctor, the lumbar artery was so thick that it was very easy to do. Moreover, the goal was to minimize bleeding, not not to bleed at all.
However, that surgery actually made him feel that the surgery was done wrongly! The theoretical 5000ml of bleeding was less than 500ml in the end. It went smoothly.
After the surgery, he even told Doctor Zhou that he had time to pay more attention to Chief Zheng.
However, a few months ago, after the earthquake relief, a new star appeared in the Imperial Capital's medical field.
Chief Zheng had long been promoted to Chief Zheng.
In just a few months, Chief Zheng pulled up a medical team and worked hard to fulfill the promise of the project. At the same time, he performed many shocking major surgeries and actively carried out live broadcasts of the surgery.
Would he not make mistakes? Chief Zheng … Perhaps Chief Zheng was just that kind of person.
At the very least, Chief Zheng had completed all kinds of surgeries that he had heard about and seen in the live broadcast room of Xinglin Garden.
Young people with high standards and good luck. As Professor Tian thought about it, he began to envy Chief Zheng who was far away in the 912.
"Brother Tian, it's been an hour. Send him to the ICU," the cardiothoracic doctor said.
"Okay."
It was impossible to observe for too long in the operating theater. The patient had already felt that something was wrong.
She always looked at every figure going in and out of the room in confusion. Her ears were almost pricked up as she carefully listened to every conversation between the medical staff.
"Doctor, how do I get to the ICU?" The patient was a little scared and asked.
"Don't worry, we have to observe them for a night after the surgery," Professor Tian said perfunctorily.
There was no way to tell the truth in the operating theater. Who knew what would happen if they said too much? What if the patient got emotional and jumped off the operating table?
If a patient with local anesthesia "escaped" from the operating theater, it would become a big joke.
Not to mention local anesthesia, even patients with epidural anesthesia insisted on terminating the surgery, and in the end, there were precedents of patients falling off the operating table.
Once he was in the ICU, he would communicate with the patient's family members.
Professor Tian frowned and asked his assistant to push a stretcher trolley over. Suddenly, the patient panicked and short of breath.
"Doctor, cough, cough … I can't breathe." The patient reached out, trying to grab something.
Professor Tian held the patient's hand and the words' limbs are cold 'appeared in his mind.
Holy shit … the symptoms of pulmonary embolism are here!
The symptoms of pulmonary embolism caused by bone cement were usually delayed, usually less than 1 to 2 hours.
"Oxygen inhalation! Hurry to the ICU, "Professor Tian said and rushed to the ICU with the rest of the people on the stretcher trolley.
Even after treatment, the patient's condition … did not improve. Chest tightness, chest pain, and breathing difficulties all appeared.
Professor Tian panicked.
"Can you guys do it if it's constricted?"
"Brother Tian, you must be panicking." The patient doctor smiled bitterly.
This hospital mainly focused on orthopedics. Although there were other departments, they were relatively weak. No one would come to an orthopedics hospital for myocardial infarction, and no one would come here for malignant tumors other than bone cancer.
Just like that, the strongest technical department continued to expand and even became famous in the country.
As for the other departments, those with slightly better skills had left. No one could handle the low surgery volume.
Without surgery, their skills would definitely deteriorate.
Therefore, it was still possible for the other departments to do a consultation. However, if it was a surgery like the one in the live surgery room, removing a 12 cm blood clot, no one would be able to do it.
Hmm? Live surgery room? Boss Zheng?
Professor Tian immediately suppressed the anxiety in his heart and started to think.
There were two surgical methods for pulmonary embolism. There was a serious lack of medical reports on accidents in the country. Most of them were written in foreign journals.
Foreign reports often used traditional thoracotomy, percutaneous cardiac catheterization, and combined surgery to remove the embolus.
When he thought of percutaneous cardiac catheterization, Professor Tian thought of the surgery he performed in Sea City that made his hair stand!
Look for Chief Zheng … Boss Zheng!
Once this thought appeared in his mind, it could not be erased.
However, he did not know him. Would he come just by making a call? This thought was similar to a joke.
Look for the medical administration? They would definitely not agree. There must be an in-hospital consultation.
Looking at the patient in front of him who was showing signs of cyanosis, Professor Tian gritted his teeth and took out his phone.
Let's do it together.
However, first, I need to make a call to Sea City.
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…
Doctor Zhou from the orthopedics department of Sea City General Hospital held his phone and stared blankly at the screen.
The call had been hung up for almost a minute, but he still had not reacted.
Usually, it was the lower-level hospitals that would look for the higher-level hospitals when they encountered problems. Sometimes, they even had to drive overnight from the Provincial Capital to help.
However, this time, Professor Tian actually called from Imperial Capital. Was this a hotline for relatives and friends?
Although it was not looking for him, Professor Tian specifically asked him to contact Chief Zheng. This made Doctor Zhou feel a little dazed.
He knew that Chief Zheng was doing well in Imperial Capital, but he did not know that he was doing so well.
Awesome!
No, the situation on Professor Tian's side seemed to be very urgent. It was better to make a call as soon as possible.
He found Chief Zheng's number and dialed it.
…
Tonight's dinner was with his own people, so Zheng Ren was not that restrained.
Both Department Chief Kong and Chief Lin knew Chief Zheng's temper. He only said a sentence of congratulations before casually eating, drinking, and joking around to liven up the atmosphere.
Department Chief Kong sighed for the 10,001st time. At that time, he had a sharp eye and even went to Sea City twice to poach Chief Zheng to his side.
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Note 1: About five years ago, my father underwent a lower limb arterial thrombolysis surgery. Six hours after the surgery, the detached embolus was lodged in the blood vessels of the dorsum of the right foot.
The skin of the dorsum of the foot turned black at a visible rate, and the method was in severe pain.
That was basically how he felt at that time. Understanding only exists in rational thoughts. When faced with an accident in my family, now that I think about it, my eyes are probably red.
Anyway, our department chief talked to me for half the night and did not go home.
Since then, I know how good a person who can understand a doctor's temper is after encountering unexpected situations and complications.
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