Su Yun turned around and muttered, "Let's go."
"Okay," Zheng Ren answered, but his body was honest. He turned around and walked to the resuscitation room.
"Is there a problem?" Su Yun caught a glimpse of Zhou Litao skillfully resuscitating the patient and arranging for people to send the patient to the CT room for examination. He also told the patient to be sent directly to the neurology department if he had a cerebral infarction.
That was not all. Zhou Litao was holding his phone and dialing the number of the neurology department's chief resident.
It seemed like he had to remind the other side to prepare for emergency thrombolysis.
After the diagnosis of cerebral thrombosis was confirmed, intraoperative thrombolytic therapy within 3 to 6 hours to reduce brain metabolism, control brain edema, protect brain cells, and rescue ischemic penumbra were the best measures for patients to recover smoothly after surgery.
The earlier the thrombolysis, the better. Time was of the essence in emergency treatment. Every minute delayed could leave a sequelae for the patient.
After all, he was a 27-year-old young man. If there were any sequelae, it would affect the quality of his life for the rest of his life. If he couldn't even move around, how could he earn money and support his family?
Zheng Ren knew that the diagnosis he saw could be taken slowly compared to acute cerebral infarction, so he did not say anything and just shook his head.
Accompanied by a doctor, the patient's family members and caregivers quickly pushed a stretcher trolley past him. The rumbling of the stretcher trolley's wheels on the marble floor reminded him of Sea City General Hospital.
"Boss, do you really want to go back to the emergency department to be the chief resident?" Su Yun said with a smile.
"I'm not sick," Zheng Ren said. "Don't you think this young man is too young?"
"I've seen myocardial infarction and cerebral infarction at such a young age," Su Yun said disdainfully. "Let's go back and take a look at Dr. Mehar."
"Okay." Zheng Ren saw that Zhou Litao was indeed calling the neurology department and explaining the time of the patient's onset.
It had been less than an hour since the onset of the disease. If he were to undergo surgery and thrombolysis, it would probably be controlled within three hours.
There was a high probability that the patient would recover completely.
However, he still had to go to the neurology department to remind the doctor. He made a mental note of Yang Lixin's name.
"We'll go to Feng County the day after tomorrow. When we come back, Lil Fugui should have left," Su Yun said. "Time flies. In a few months, the results of the Nobel Prize will be out."
"Are you worried?"
"It's alright." Su Yun laughed: "In the past, I didn't think it was possible, but ever since Old Luo Che came, I feel that it's impossible not to get it."
"Where does your inexplicable confidence come from?" Zheng Ren chuckled and replied to him with a phrase that Su Yun often used.
"Actually, when I was a postgraduate student, I thought that clinicians are really a bunch of idiots. The Nobel Prize has already excluded clinical surgical methods for decades, but they can actually tolerate it! Do we really have to wait for a hundred years before it erupts? "
"And then?"
"Even a surgery like organ transplantation has been squeezed out of the Nobel Prize. How can they say that it's fair? A few years ago, it was even more outrageous. Even the LED lights won the Nobel Prize. Do you think this is an amusement park? " Su Yun said disdainfully, "At that time, I guessed that sooner or later, a tactic would become the fuse. I didn't expect to meet you in Sea City. "
Zheng Ren walked slowly behind Su Yun, habitually listening to his nagging.
"I originally thought that the nomination was the end, and I guess that's what everyone thought. But ever since I saw many bats die in the Alps, I realized that the possibility of us getting it is very high. "
"There's no point in saying so much. Lil Fugui is gone, and Old Gao will arrive in a few days. You'll come up and take a few surgeries," Zheng Ren said.
"That doesn't matter," Su Yun said with a smile. "It's just a few surgeries, and it's still TIPS. It's done in the blink of an eye. It's not difficult at all."
As they chatted, the two of them went to see Dr. Mehar.
The doctor's surgery had already been completed. The coronary stent that was removed was taken away by Dr. Mehar's assistant.
Zheng Ren guessed that the pharmaceutical factory or some laboratory wanted to develop a new thrombolytic drug based on the characteristics of thrombosis. After all, based on the progress of Dr. Mehar's coronary thrombosis, he must have taken some new drug that had not been released yet.
The doctor was sleeping, and Rudolf Wagner was sitting by the bed, watching over him. Seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun come in, the professor grinned and pointed at the ECG monitor, indicating that everything was fine.
Zheng Ren glanced at Dr. Mehar's System panel. It was still red, but the color was much lighter than before the surgery. Moreover, there were no other diagnoses of complications. It could be said that the surgery was performed quite perfectly.
After all, it was a surgery performed with top-notch interventional techniques. This kind of "conventional" surgery posed almost no challenge to him.
After taking a few looks, Zheng Ren gestured to the professor and left the ward.
When he returned to the interventional radiology department's doctor's office, he did not take his usual seat. Instead, he went to the computer, opened the system, and pulled up Yang Lixin's head CT image.
There was no doubt that it was a cerebral infarction. Moreover, it was a fresh cerebral infarction. Interventional thrombolysis should be effective. The interventional level of the 912 Department of Neurology was not bad. Zheng Ren had no intention of taking a look.
"Boss, I keep having the feeling that something's up with you. Why are you acting so sneakily?" Su Yun asked from behind.
Lin Yuan looked at the screen and saw that it was a cranial CT scan. She was a little confused.
"The patient is too young. The possibility of a cerebral infarction is not high," Zheng Ren said. "Why is this happening?"
"Tsk!" Su Yun said disdainfully, "Although there's no atherosclerosis, it's caused by a blood clot. Is there a need to ask? The possibility of an embolism caused by an abnormal object is too small to be considered in clinical practice. "
Zheng Ren was a little distressed. He could not tell Su Yun that he had used the System's panel to see the triggering factor.
"There's also a type of cerebral infarction. It's a microinfarction caused by hypertensive arteriolosclerosis. However, this radiographic film doesn't look like it. Although there aren't that many necrotic lesions, it's still considered a blood clot, "Lin Yuan said from behind.
Hearing Lin Yuan's voice, Zheng Ren's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He held the mouse in his right hand and stared at the screen. He said lightly, "Lin Yuan, do you remember that Chief Wang had a vitamin B12 deficiency patient a while ago?"
"I remember," Lin Yuan said, but she was stunned for a moment.
How did it get to that side?
"Su Yun asked you to go back and memorize the diagnosis. Have you memorized it?" Zheng Ren casually threw the blame on Su Yun.
"Boss Zheng, I've memorized it." When Lin Yuan said this, she felt a little guilty. What she said and what Boss Zheng understood could be two different things.
"Okay. As a test for you, go to the neurology department to see the patient and briefly communicate with the patient's family, "Zheng Ren said." In the end, I want to listen to your judgment. Where did the blood clot come from? "
"…" Lin Yuan was a little confused.
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