"Yes, do the examination and then remove the foreign body," Zheng Ren said. "We've been misled. Although the patient doesn't have a positive medical history, the surgery still has to be done."
"There's no preoperative examination," Su Yun emphasized.
"The patient and his family have agreed that there will be no medical disputes," Zheng Ren said. "What I'm curious about now is what the foreign body in the sacrospinous muscle is."
"It doesn't look like a parasite," Su Yun said with certainty.
Zheng Ren nodded. It was definitely not a parasite.
If it was, the System would have to give a diagnosis. However, he looked at the System panel for the nth time. The diagnosis on it was clear — a foreign body in the sacrospinous muscle.
The System panel was not very red. It was probably the kind of patient whose symptoms were serious but the actual situation was very light.
It was similar to … the pain caused by the protrusion of the lumbar disc and the compression of the nerve root. Some patients did not need surgery, but the pain was really terrible.
Zheng Ren had experienced the helplessness and helplessness of a patient during the water allergy incident. He did not think that the patient was forced to perform. Instead, he looked at the patient who was struggling with pain with concern.
"Boss, is the sterile conditions here suitable for surgery?" Su Yun asked.
"Subcutaneous surgery can also be done in the emergency department's treatment room, but it's a little bigger," Zheng Ren said. "Anti-inflammatory treatment after the surgery is enough. It's fine."
After the two of them whispered a few words, they fell silent at the same time, each with their own thoughts on their minds.
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Yan Zhangsen got into the car. He did not ask his secretary to call. Instead, he found a number and dialed it.
He called the chief anesthesiologist of the First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University.
"Chief Qiu, hello. I'm Yan Zhangsen.
"You're welcome. I have something to trouble you with.
"I have a family member who wants to have surgery …
"No, I don't want to go to the hospital. I'll do it at home. Please help me find a set of equipment. Yes, and an experienced anesthesiologist.
"No, you don't have to worry about the rest.
"We've invited Boss Zheng as the surgeon.
There was silence on the other side of the phone. After a few seconds, Chief Qiu's voice sounded.
"Yes, it's Boss Zheng who just won the Nobel Prize.
"I'll drive there now. When you're ready, let's arrange a place to meet. I'll bring it to your house.
"By the way, I don't know much about the various instruments and equipment needed for surgery, so please help me think about it. Boss Zheng said that he wants continuous epidural anesthesia. Let's think about it from the worst perspective. "
"Okay, okay. Sorry to trouble you."
With that, Yan Zhangsen hung up the phone.
He closed his eyes and rested on the seat, but his eyelids kept twitching.
There was no point in thinking too much at this time. Since he had decided to do it, he had to make sure there were no mistakes on his side.
He went over the incident in his mind again and finally made sure that he had not overlooked anything. But even so, he didn't feel at ease. His closed eyelids trembled rapidly, and his mind was preoccupied.
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Yan Zhangsen called Director Qiu, who was attending a friend's banquet.
He was the director of the Department of Anesthesiology of the First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University. He had known this friend for a long time. They first got to know each other when he performed anesthesia for his friend's mother. Their relationship had been harmonious along the way.
Director Qiu's friend asked a Fengshui master to arrange a few months ago. His career was prosperous and the market value rose against the trend. Today's banquet is to thank Fengshui master.
As a guest, Director Qiu sat on the right side. A middle-aged man with a thin face was sitting in the main seat. His eyebrows were light and could hardly be seen without looking carefully. His face was also light, but under the light indifference, it was difficult to hide his arrogance.
Now he was no longer called a Fengshui master. The title of folk culture expert made Director Qiu feel a little funny. It sounded like an old professor from a certain hospital or a certain research institute. Or a small advertisement posted on a telephone pole 20 or 30 years ago, which said that he was an old military doctor or an old expert.
But this person was really capable. Before, Director Qiu's friend was at a loss because of the problem of capital flow. Not only was the business in trouble, but it was also not far from bankruptcy and liquidation.
After the guidance of the master in front of him, the business that had been in trouble soon became smooth. It was said that the person in front of him was the outer disciple of the famous Master Yan in Tiannan.
"The means are good, but he is too arrogant," Director Qiu thought.
The master's face was indifferent. No matter who he looked at, it was the same as if he had given a great face by coming in person.
It should have been a lively scene of exchanging cups and exchanging cups, but in front of that person, it was not lively.
He didn't take all kinds of flattery at all. He looked at all the people present with the eyes of looking at fools, full of contempt and disdain. As if quietly saying to everyone including Director Qiu, "You, all of you, are garbage."
Although he was unhappy in his heart, Director Qiu did not show it. He came here to support his friend, not to make trouble for others.
Exquisite dishes were served, and the master took the chopsticks and tasted them first. Looking at his face, which was like an ancient iceberg, no one knew whether he was happy or not today.
Even so, in the face of the arrogant Fengshui master and folk culture expert, not only Director Qiu did not show his displeasure, but other people who came with him this time also carefully complimented him.
Everyone wanted to know such a kind of person. Their profession could be said to be superstition or folklore. Whether it was a black cat or a white cat, it was a good cat that could catch mice. Even if it was just psychological comfort, as long as it was useful.
Even if he was arrogant and looked down on them, they could not offend him.
The illustrious reputation of Master Yan was still being praised in the banquet. Who knew when someone would encounter difficulties and ask for help from the "folk culture expert."
While they were chatting, Director Qiu's phone rang.
He took out his phone apologetically and glanced at the caller ID. It was a call from a big boss of a venture capital company.
Mr. Yan was said to be in charge of a huge amount of funds and had investments in the field of medical research. Director Qiu used to be in contact with one of his managers. He also had a glimpse of this Mr. Yan during a banquet and was lucky enough to leave his phone number.
He smiled apologetically again. Seeing that the "folk culture expert" glanced at him unhappily, Director Qiu quickly turned around and answered the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Yan. Long time no see." Director Qiu felt that Yan Zhangsen's straightforward self-introduction was very cordial. This was a big boss with a net worth of tens of billions. Look at his attitude, and then look at the "folk culture expert." People were really different.
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Note: "Blue and White Again" in "Dungeon Players". Uh, why did I say again? The new book "I Survived 999 Heavenly Tribulations" was released. It was a story about 99 lucky chances, full experience points, and 999 Heavenly Tribulations without a breakthrough. It was really fitting with the current situation. Gritting his teeth. Look for Boss Zheng. One surgery and you will definitely break through.
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