"Boss, what are you going to do if there are still communication talismans at home?" Su Yun asked the awkward question on the way back.
It was just like when his old man was tricked into buying a wealth management product. Even his son could not do anything about it.
"Call the police."
"Under what name?" Su Yun asked disdainfully.
"Poisoning and endangering public safety. Call the police as a member of the healthcare team," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Damn, boss, why are you so insidious!" Su Yun asked in surprise.
"I can also exaggerate appropriately, but I'm too lazy to use it. This is not the doctor's business, but I have to say something if I'm not allowed to see the doctor, "Zheng Ren said.
"You call this a dead end? That's bullsh * t." Su Yun could hear a trace of coldness in Zheng Ren's words.
Normally, no one would take such a 'small matter' seriously if they called the police. However, if they used poisoning and public safety as an excuse and revealed their identity, the place would explode!
"It's okay. I don't think it will go that far," Zheng Ren said. "I'm going back to sleep. I'll ask the results tomorrow before I leave."
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In the night, the three sons of the general surgery patient with pancreatic head cancer gathered in the fire escape to discuss the surgery.
In front of them was a major event — the Imperial Capital specialist who performed the surgery had returned the red packet before the surgery.
To them, this meant that the surgeon had no confidence in the surgery. Especially after seeing the old man immediately return the red packet, they were more convinced that the young surgeon had no confidence in the surgery.
The three brothers already knew that their old man was terminally ill, but they still had a glimmer of hope. They worked hard to use technical means or medication to let the old man live for a year or two more.
Therefore, under the third brother's determination, Zheng Ren was excluded from the surgery without his knowledge.
They contacted Chief Xia from Jinling Cancer Hospital overnight to perform the surgery.
It was already very late when the call reached Chief Xia's phone.
Chief Xia was a kind person. Everyone in the department called him Da Xia. Even some in-service training doctors called him that. He did not feel offended and responded with a smile.
Although he looked kind on the surface, Chief Xia was very arrogant.
He was a little unhappy when he received the call during his break, but it was from a colleague, so he could not just hang up.
After explaining the situation, Chief Xia did not immediately agree. Instead, she said that she would consider it for ten minutes.
He got up from the bed. His wife said unhappily, "It's the middle of the night. What are you doing?"
"A patient from Feng County wants me to go for surgery tomorrow."
"What time is it? Why did you only think of this now?" His wife nagged.
"You sleep first. I'll think about it," Chief Xia said.
Chief Xia did not explain in detail. Her wife worked in the banking system, and she would not understand even if she said too much. There was nothing wrong with the saying that different professions were worlds apart.
In the bathroom, he turned on the exhaust fan and lit a cigarette.
Boss Zheng? Mr. Zheng's surgery from Imperial Capital was rejected by the patient's family!
This matter was filled with a sense of absurdity.
It must be because his family didn't know the ropes and thought that Boss Zheng was young. Chief Xia took a puff of his cigarette. In the midst of the smoke, he smiled.
Being too young wasn't a good thing either. He understood the mentality of the patient's family. They wanted to find an experienced doctor to perform the surgery and try to prolong the patient's life.
With such a major operation and such a serious illness, no one could do anything. The family was probably panicking. Chief Xia had encountered this kind of situation countless times in his life. As the saying went, desperate times called for desperate measures. The current situation was still considered good. How many times had he seen the patient's family take folk remedies and divine medicine?
In the surgery broadcast room, Chief Xia would also watch the surgery. Although Boss Zheng was young, his surgery was quite good.
To him, that liver transplant surgery was a work of heaven!
During the surgery, the diaphragm muscle compression did not affect the surgeon's surgery. Both the surgeon and the assistant were quite good.
However, just watching the live broadcast of the surgery, Chief Xia's understanding of his own strength had a certain degree of deviation.
The first time he watched it, he thought that he would never be able to do it in his life. However, after watching the 63 liver transplant surgeries repeatedly, Chief Xia vaguely felt that his level was not that great. He would definitely be able to reach it.
Recently, Little Zheng had been very popular. Jinling was still fine. A while ago, he went to Yang City to participate in an academic conference. During the break of the conference, when doctors from all over the country were chatting, their southern counterparts were most interested in Little Zheng.
No matter what surgery it was, in the end, they could talk about Little Zheng.
Chief Xia was a little unconvinced, but he had no chance to prove himself.
He did not expect that the opportunity would come inadvertently!
However, he was very cautious. Before making a decision, he still asked for the patient's imaging information and various reports. At the very least, he had to do a preoperative evaluation. Although Little Zheng thought that he could perform the surgery, that was not his own judgment.
The moment he saw the radiographic films, Chief Xia smiled helplessly.
Pancreatic head cancer, superior mesenteric vein involvement. This disease was simply too serious. Even if he could perform it, it would be very difficult.
No matter how high the phone's pixel was, some details could not be seen clearly. Chief Xia downloaded the pictures and looked at them again and again. He hesitated.
After thinking for a full half an hour and smoking five cigarettes, he finally returned the call. He could perform the surgery!
This time, the freelance surgery was not about how much the consultation fee was, but because he could perform the surgery that even Little Zheng could not do!
Chief Xia had already secretly replaced the concept of the family refusing Little Zheng to perform the surgery with him being unable to do it.
In the future, when there was a meeting, everyone would talk about it with great interest. If he revealed this matter, he should be very proud.
Moreover, if Little Zheng could win the Nobel Prize, his academic status in the country would become higher and higher. His case should be more and more presentable.
This was a proud thing that he could tell his grandson when he was old.
The surgery was very difficult, but Chief Xia had done similar surgeries before. The success rate was about 70%.
It could be done. As long as he was a little more careful, more cautious, and slowly, he would definitely be able to do it.
Chief Xia finally made up his mind and told the patient's family about this idea.
He drove to Jinling overnight and got on the train at 5 am the next day. He went to the hospital to see the patient and prepare for the surgery. As for the matter on the other side, whether the doctor would be unhappy or not, Chief Xia thought that it had nothing to do with him.
The patient's family had the greatest wish. Who would dare to twist the patient's family's thoughts and do it? Once there was a problem, it would be difficult to explain.
Even Little Zheng, who was in the limelight, would probably not be able to do it.
It was decided. Chief Xia quietly climbed back to the bed and turned around excitedly. He outlined the process of the surgery in his mind and did not sleep much that night.
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