The mountain road was rugged. When they arrived at the door of the old house in the mountains, Chief Qiu found an opportunity to whisper to the accompanying nurse what to pay attention to before getting out of the car.
The air here seemed to be different from that in the city. As soon as Director Qiu got out of the car, he smelled the fragrance of flowers and trees. His heart calmed down, and his whole body felt comfortable and refreshed.
No wonder the renowned folklore expert of Yangcheng could only stand guard at the foot of the mountain. Master Yan truly lived up to his reputation. There must be a reason for choosing a house, especially this kind of old house.
Some middle-aged men gathered around and began to move the ventilators, monitors, and various medicines and equipment away. They looked refined, but there was a certain elegance in their movements.
No one spoke. Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
The more Director Qiu looked, the more shocked he became. He vaguely knew one of the people unloading the goods, but he couldn't remember where he had met him. It was probably because the other party was sitting on the main seat or on the stage, and he was just a passerby below.
"Director Qiu, this way please." Yan Zhangsen was very polite. He led Director Qiu and the others into the house.
"Father, this is Chief Qiu, an anesthesiologist. These two are experienced nurses. Boss Zheng has also brought all the equipment he needs. " Yan Zhangsen also saw the people guarding the mountain along the way. He was surprised, but he didn't show it. He just lowered his voice a little.
"Yes." Yan Shifu nodded and walked to the door. "Boss Zheng, the equipment is here. Shall we start the disinfection now?"
"Hold on tight," Zheng Ren said.
Director Qiu was stunned. He noticed that the voice coming from inside was very young. It should be the legendary Little Zheng.
It was just that his tone was too simple, and there was no special respect for Master Yan. It was just like a normal conversation between colleagues in the hospital.
Plain and ordinary.
Director Qiu recalled that the arrogant Fengshui master was now standing at the foot of the mountain to guard, but Boss Zheng was communicating with Master Yan in an equal way, even with a hint of instigation.
This Little Zheng was really not an ordinary person. Director Qiu sighed in his heart.
"Push the ultrasound machine in first. Hurry up and disinfect the operating theater." Zheng Ren's voice came again.
Soon, the portable ultrasound machine was pushed in, and Chief Qiu was sent to direct the disinfection. However, he was absent-minded and kept peeking at Master Yan and a woman next to him in the yard.
Who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Master Yan? Director Qiu was a little puzzled.
Very quickly, he thought of someone. Could it be her?!
This trip was not in vain. All he saw and knew were people who commented on the nine appearances of the Cloud Dragon. He just did not know how Little Zheng befriended them.
He disinfected it as fast as he could. Soon, director Qiu saw a handsome young man come out and said to Master Yan with a relaxed face, "Master Yan, the patient has a Kirschner needle in her body."
"Kirschner needles?!" Master Yan was surprised.
"Yes, it's probably the Kirschner wire that was inserted during the internal fixation of the humerus fracture 21 years ago. It traveled to the sacrococcygeal region and compressed the vertebral nerves, causing the pain." The handsome young man said, "Prepare for the operation. Everything will be fine after the operation. The disease will be cured."
Director Qiu was stunned.
Was that young man Boss Zheng? He was really good-looking, just like the popular young man in the background of his daughter's cell phone. But it seemed to be different from the publicity for the Nobel Prize? He was Mr. Zheng's assistant, Dr. Su Yun!
If this kind of person didn't join the entertainment industry, how could he have won the Nobel Prize? No, what am I thinking? Kirschner wire, internal fixation, drifted to the sacrococcygeal region …
Isn't this bullsh * t?! Director Qiu directly denied the handsome young man's statement in his heart.
The Kirschner wire would indeed drift away. Director Qiu had seen at least dozens of cases in his life. However, the right humerus was fractured and the Kirschner wire drifted to the sacrococcygeal region. Did he think he was going to an amusement park and driving a small train through a tunnel?
However, Director Qiu was very tactful. A doctor at his age had seen more accidents than a junior doctor who had just interned. In the clinic, anything could happen.
Although he still did not believe that there was such a possibility, Director Qiu swallowed his doubts because of the one-in-a-million possibility.
Master Yan was stunned for a full ten seconds. Then, he was a little depressed.
"Master Yan, it's good that he's fine. As long as there's life, there's hope," Song Moxu advised.
"Well, it's good that he's alive." Master Yan cheered up and said softly, "Then I'll have to trouble the two of you."
"It's indeed very troublesome. The Kirschner wire has been drifting for too long and the adhesion is very heavy," Su Yun said. "Yiren, Lao He, and the others didn't follow, and the equipment is not convenient. If you had an examination earlier, how much trouble would you have suffered? "
Master Yan was speechless.
Director Qiu watched the young man "reprimand" Master Yan, and the white hair on his back broke out in cold sweat.
What the f * ck, could he do this? He did not want to live anymore.
When he saw the scene of Master Yan nodding silently, the waves in his heart could not calm down for a long time. Forget it, that was not something he could understand. It was better to watch the disinfection.
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…
Zheng Ren sat by the bed and whispered to the patient, "It was the Kirschner wire that was inserted when you had the humerus fracture internal fixation surgery 21 years ago. Later, it ran away.
I'll do a small surgery for you later, and you'll get better soon. "
"Kirschner wire?" The patient lay on the bed and said doubtfully, "The probability of it running to the sacrococcygeal region is definitely no more than 0.0023%."
"This is just a probability. There are indeed related reports, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes."
"Related reports?"
"Jiangzhe Journal of Trauma Surgery, February 2017, Volume 22, Issue 1, page 31." Zheng Ren reported a series of numbers. "A case report by Professor Zhou Xiaozhou. It's just that the probability is small, but if you encounter it, the probability of it happening is 100%. "
The patient did not speak, and he continued to endure the pain.
"It may be a little painful when I move it later, but after we get there, continuous epidural anesthesia will be used." Zheng Ren continued to comfort him. "The surgery won't be very fast. It's been too long, and the adhesion between the Kirschner wire and the sacrospinalis muscle is more serious."
"It's fine," the patient said through gritted teeth.
Zheng Ren did not know whether he was relaxed or a little disappointed. However, that was not important. Although the ultrasound could not show as clearly as the X-ray film, after data reconstruction, Zheng Ren linked the patient's past history and found the real cause of the sacrococcygeal bulge.
The Kirschner wire was free.
"When I was in Sea City, I encountered a case with a clavicle fracture. The Kirschner wire drifted into the chest, causing cardiac tamponade." Zheng Ren chatted with the patient. "It almost killed him. This is a small matter. There are no important organs, and it's just moving between the subcutaneous muscle tissue. Just take it out."
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