Boss, what's going on? It's so noisy, "Su Yun asked.
"It's probably because the patient's family is not satisfied with the treatment effect," Zheng Ren said.
The two of them looked at each other. They did not go directly to the operating theater's changing room. Instead, they went to the next floor where the patients were sent.
When they got out of the elevator, the noise came. It was so chaotic that it made people's heart rates jump.
A young man in his twenties was emotional. He pointed angrily at the people at the operating theater's entrance and cursed.
Zheng Ren saw Chief Zhang Lin and a few other doctors pushing the patients in from afar. They were silent and did not say a word.
The young man was held back by the others and did not have any physical contact with the 912 doctors. As long as they did not make a move, everything else was a small matter, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Seeing that Boss Zheng and Su Yun had arrived, Zhao Yunlong greeted them. He had already changed his clothes and went straight into the operating theater.
Chief Zhang Lin came up and said apologetically, "Boss Zheng, I'm really sorry to call you here so early in the morning."
"It's okay. You're too polite," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "I didn't sleep all night, so I didn't want to disturb you."
"You're …"
"Trying to perform surgery with the da Vinci robot," Su Yun said.
Chief Zhang Lin was stunned. She knew that a device like the da Vinci robot could be said to be a toy without the current 5G network. It had no practical significance at all.
There was a point in moving the surgeons out of the operating theater. It could avoid syphilis, AIDS, and other infectious diseases. However, the significance was just that. The price-performance ratio was super poor. It was just a gimmick.
The surgery that really needed robots or robotic arms was interventional surgery!
Due to technical limitations, there had been no progress in this area. Chief Zhang Lin estimated that it would take at least 10 years for the relevant technology to appear, but she did not expect to hear such 'sensational' news early in the morning.
"What happened to the patient's family?" Zheng Ren asked. The few of them turned around and walked through the fire escape to the next floor.
"Originally, the family was quite cooperative. Suddenly, a young man came and directly beat and scolded them," Chief Zhang Lin said helplessly.
"By the way, this is Chief Lang from the Circulatory Department of Nanshan People's Hospital," she introduced. "This is Boss Zheng, who just won the Nobel Prize. This is Professor Su, who won the Nobel Prize together."
Zheng Ren saw a short man following him. Under his depressed expression, it was difficult to hide his tired face.
He smiled and said, "Hello, Director Lang."
"Zheng …" Director Lang hesitated for a moment. This person was so young, wouldn't calling him Teacher Zheng be too flattering?
"Call him Boss Zheng. We all call him that," Director Zhang Lin said.
"Boss Zheng, Professor Su, nice to meet you. Sorry for the trouble," Director Lang said hoarsely.
"It's no trouble. We don't know the situation yet. We'll talk about it after we get on stage," Zheng Ren said.
When he arrived at the changing room, Zheng Ren saw that Chief Lang's movements were a little mechanical. He did not comfort him. Instead, he took the time to change his clothes and took advantage of the interval to go to the operating theater to take a look at the patient's condition.
"Old man, how many years have you been doing interventional surgery?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
"Sixteen years," Chief Lang said hoarsely.
"Oh? They're practically the oldest group of surgeons, "Su Yun said." How many interventional surgeries have they performed? "
"In the first 15 years, we made 3,562 units. We haven't even finished this year, and we've already made 823 units. If we add them up …" Director Lang seemed to be in a daze. He couldn't even add the two numbers together.
This person was very meticulous. Perhaps it was because he was a professional, or perhaps it was because he was utilitarian, so he clearly remembered how many surgeries he had performed.
Su Yun had a preliminary understanding of Chief Lang's temper and temperament.
"Don't worry. I took a look at the patient's condition. It shouldn't be a big problem," Zheng Ren comforted him with a pleasant expression.
"I hope so. In short, I've troubled the two of you." Chief Lang kept expressing his gratitude.
"The patient's family doesn't approve?" Su Yun asked.
"On the way here, the patient's family was fine. They kept expressing their gratitude," Chief Lang said. "I've never seen that young man before. He came and made a ruckus. If it weren't for Chief Zhao, I would probably have made a move."
Su Yun saw Chief Lang's dejected look and knew that he was feeling uncomfortable and helpless. It was not difficult to understand why doctors had an accident during surgery.
"Chief Lang, you've done so many surgeries and can be considered an old doctor. Have you ever encountered any disputes?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
"I have." Chief Lang raised his head and forced himself to cheer up. "Especially at the beginning, I didn't have much experience and made more mistakes. Later, I went to Fuwai and the Imperial Capital to study twice, and it was much better. Now, if my luck isn't bad, it would be good if there were one or two problems a year. "
"Yeah, no one can guarantee that there won't be any problems," Su Yun said. "Smile. Don't make yourself feel wronged."
Chief Lang wanted to smile, but he only grinned. The forced smile turned into helplessness. In the end, he let out a long sigh.
Su Yun did not continue to persuade him. Instead, he took the time to change his clothes. He had already seen his boss quickly enter the operating theater. He still had to wear three more layers of masks. He could not be much slower than him.
Zheng Ren strode into the operating theater and saw that the anesthesiologist was anesthetizing the patient. He first glanced at the numbers on the monitor and compared them with the System's operating theater. There were no special changes, so he said in a deep voice, "Prepare the floating catheter."
"Boss Zheng, you're here." The anesthesiologist raised his head and greeted him.
"Yes," Zheng Ren said. "Prepare the floating catheter."
"Okay." The circulating nurse was the busiest person at this time, but there was still a sequence of things. Boss Zheng's medical advice would definitely have the highest priority. There was no doubt about this.
The floating catheter was the source of information used to judge the cardiovascular function of critically ill patients. It was mainly achieved by using the balloon floating catheter to monitor hemodynamics.
In 1970, Swan and Ganz were the first to successfully use the balloon floating catheter to intubate the right heart to measure the pulmonary artery embedding pressure. From then on, there was a breakthrough in the judgment of the left heart's function.
In the operating theater, only the anesthesiologist who equipped the cardiothoracic table was proficient in the use of the floating catheter. In emergency surgery, the anesthesiologist on duty in the emergency department was not necessarily proficient in the set of professional tools for the cardiothoracic table.
Zhao Yunlong was busy talking. He did not think of going down the floating catheter.
He took a look at the patient before the operation. The pericardial puncture tube was blocked. He thought that it was caused by pericardial effusion. Although it was not a big deal to come to the 912 for an echocardiogram, and there was only a small amount of effusion, that could not explain the patient's current situation.
According to Zhao Yunlong's point of view, he could just open the chest and see the situation. However, since Boss Zheng said so, he did not refuse. As he positioned the patient, he waited for Boss Zheng to go down the floating catheter. "Boss, what's going on? I heard it was so noisy, "Su Yun asked.
"It's probably because the patient's family is not satisfied with the treatment effect," Zheng Ren said.
The two of them looked at each other. They did not go directly to the operating theater's changing room. Instead, they went to the next floor where the patients were sent.
When they got out of the elevator, the noise came. It was so chaotic that it made people's heart rate jump.
A young man in his twenties was agitated. He angrily pointed at the people at the entrance of the operating theater and cursed.
From afar, Zheng Ren saw Chief Zhang Lin and a few other doctors pushing patients in from the outside. They were silent and did not say a word.
The young man was held back by the others and did not have any physical contact with the doctors from the 912. As long as they did not make a move, everything else was a small matter, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Seeing that Boss Zheng and Su Yun had arrived, Zhao Yunlong greeted them. He had already changed his clothes and went straight into the operating theater.
Chief Zhang Lin came up and said apologetically, "Boss Zheng, I'm really sorry to have called you here so early in the morning."
"It's fine. You're too polite," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "I didn't sleep all night. I didn't want to disturb you."
"You're …"
"I'm trying to perform the surgery with the da Vinci robot," Su Yun said.
Chief Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment. She knew that a device like the da Vinci robot could be said to be a toy under the conditions of the current 5G network. It had no practical significance at all.
It was meaningful to move the surgeons out of the operating theater. It could avoid syphilis, AIDS, and other infectious diseases. However, the significance was only that. The price-performance ratio was super poor. It was just a gimmick.
The surgery that really needed robots or robotic arms was interventional surgery!
Due to technical limitations, there had been no progress in this area. Chief Zhang Lin estimated that it would take at least 10 years for the relevant technology to appear. However, she did not expect to hear such 'sensational' news early in the morning.
"What's going on with the patient's family?" Zheng Ren asked. The few of them turned around and walked through the fire escape to the next floor.
"Originally, the family was quite cooperative. Suddenly, a young man came and directly beat and scolded them," Chief Zhang Lin said helplessly.
"By the way, this is Chief Lang from the Circulatory Department of Nanshan People's Hospital," she introduced. "This is Boss Zheng, who just won the Nobel Prize. This is Professor Su, who won the Nobel Prize together with him."
Zheng Ren saw a short man following him. His depressed expression could not hide the exhaustion on his face.
He smiled and said, "Hello, Chief Lang."
"Zheng …" Chief Lang hesitated for a moment. This person was so young. Was it too flattering to call him Teacher Zheng?
"Just call him Boss Zheng. We all call him that," Chief Zhang Lin said.
"Boss Zheng, Professor Su, hello, both of you. Sorry for the trouble," Chief Lang said hoarsely.
"It's no trouble. We don't know the situation yet. We'll talk about it after we go on stage," Zheng Ren said.
When he came to the changing room, Zheng Ren saw that Chief Lang's movements were a little mechanical. He did not comfort him. Instead, he took the time to change his clothes and took advantage of the interval to go to the operating theater to take a look at the patient's condition.
"Old Lang, how many years have you been doing interventional surgery?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
"Sixteen years," Chief Lang said hoarsely.
"Oh? That's almost the oldest group of surgeons, "Su Yun said." How many interventional surgeries have you done? "
"In the first 15 years, 3,562 have been done. This year, we haven't finished yet. We've already done 823. Combined …" Chief Lang seemed to be stunned. He could not add the two numbers together no matter what.
This person was very meticulous. Perhaps it was because he was a professional, or perhaps it was because he was utilitarian, so he clearly remembered how many surgeries he had performed.
Su Yun had a preliminary understanding of Chief Lang's temper and temperament.
"Don't worry. I took a look at the patient's condition. It shouldn't be a big problem," Zheng Ren comforted him with a pleasant expression.
"I hope so. In short, I've troubled the two of you." Chief Lang kept expressing his gratitude.
"The patient's family doesn't approve?" Su Yun asked.
"On the way here, the patient's family was fine. They kept expressing their gratitude," Chief Lang said. "I've never seen the young man just now before. He came and made a ruckus. If Chief Zhao wasn't here, I would probably have made a move."
Su Yun saw Chief Lang's dejected look and knew that he was feeling uncomfortable and helpless. It was not difficult to understand why a doctor would have an accident during surgery.
"Chief Lang, you've done so many surgeries and can be considered an old doctor. Have you ever encountered any disputes?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
"I have." Chief Lang raised his head and forced himself to cheer up. "Especially at the beginning, I didn't have much experience and made more mistakes. Later, I went to Fuwai and the Imperial Capital to study twice, and it was much better. Now, if my luck isn't bad, it would be good if there were one or two problems a year. "
"Yeah, no one can guarantee that there won't be any problems, right?" Su Yun said. "Smile. Don't make yourself feel wronged."
Chief Lang wanted to smile, but he only grinned. The forced smile turned into helplessness. In the end, he let out a long sigh.
Su Yun did not continue to persuade him. Instead, he took the time to change his clothes. He had already caught a glimpse of his boss quickly entering the operating theater. He still had to wear three more layers of masks. He could not be much slower than him.
Zheng Ren strode into the operating theater and saw that the anesthesiologist was anesthetizing the patient. He first glanced at the numbers on the monitor and compared them with the System's operating theater. There were no special changes, so he said in a deep voice, "Prepare the floating catheter."
"Boss Zheng, you're here." The anesthesiologist raised his head and greeted him.
"Yes," Zheng Ren said. "Prepare the floating catheter."
"Okay." The circulating nurse was the busiest person at this time, but there was still a sequence of things. Boss Zheng's medical advice would definitely have the highest priority. There was no doubt about this.
The floating catheter was the source of information used to judge the cardiovascular function of critically ill patients. It was mainly achieved by using the balloon floating catheter to monitor hemodynamics.
In 1970, Swan and Ganz were the first to successfully use the balloon floating catheter to intubate the right heart to measure the pulmonary artery embedding pressure. From then on, there was a breakthrough in the judgment of the left heart's function.
In the operating theater, only the anesthesiologist who equipped the cardiothoracic table was proficient in the use of the floating catheter. In emergency surgery, the anesthesiologist on duty in the emergency department was not necessarily proficient in the set of professional tools for the cardiothoracic table.
Zhao Yunlong was busy talking. He did not think of going down the floating catheter.
Before the operation, he took a look at the patient. The pericardial catheter was blocked. He thought that it was caused by pericardial effusion. Although it was not a big deal to come to the 912 for an echocardiogram, and there was only a small amount of effusion, that could not explain the patient's current situation.
According to Zhao Yunlong's point of view, he could just open the chest and see the situation. However, since Boss Zheng said so, he did not refuse. As he positioned the patient, he waited for Boss Zheng to go down the floating catheter. "Boss, what's going on? I heard it was so noisy, "Su Yun asked.
"It's probably because the patient's family is not satisfied with the treatment effect," Zheng Ren said.
The two of them looked at each other. They did not go directly to the operating theater's changing room. Instead, they went to the next floor where the patients were sent.
When they got out of the elevator, the noise came. It was so chaotic that it made people's heart rate jump.
A young man in his twenties was emotional. He pointed angrily at the people at the entrance of the operating theater and cursed.
From afar, Zheng Ren saw Chief Zhang Lin and a few other doctors pushing patients in from the outside. They were silent and did not say a word.
The young man was held back by the others and did not have any physical contact with the doctors from the 912. As long as they did not make a move, everything else was a small matter, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Seeing that Boss Zheng and Su Yun had arrived, Zhao Yunlong greeted them. He had already changed his clothes and went straight into the operating theater.
Chief Zhang Lin came up and said apologetically, "Boss Zheng, I'm really sorry to have called you here so early in the morning."
"It's fine. You're too polite," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "I didn't sleep all night, so I didn't want to disturb you."
"You're …"
"Trying to perform the surgery with the da Vinci robot," Su Yun said.
Chief Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment. She knew that a device like the da Vinci robot could be said to be a toy under the conditions of the current 5G network. It had no practical significance at all.
There was a point in moving the surgeons out of the operating theater. It could prevent syphilis, AIDS, and other infectious diseases. However, the significance was just that. The price-performance ratio was super poor. It was just a gimmick.
The surgery that really needed robots or robotic arms was interventional surgery!
And because of technical limitations, there had been no progress in this area. Chief Zhang Lin estimated that it would take at least 10 years for the relevant technology to appear, but she did not expect to hear such 'sensational' news early in the morning.
"What happened to the patient's family?" Zheng Ren asked. The few of them turned around and walked through the fire escape to the next floor.
"Originally, the family was quite cooperative. Suddenly, a young man came and directly beat and scolded them," Chief Zhang Lin said helplessly.
"By the way, this is Chief Lang from the Circulatory Department of Nanshan People's Hospital," she introduced. "This is Boss Zheng, who just won the Nobel Prize. This is Professor Su, who won the Nobel Prize together with him."
Zheng Ren saw a short man following him. His depressed expression could not hide the fatigue on his face.
He smiled and said, "Hello, Chief Lang."
"Zheng …" Chief Lang hesitated for a moment. This person was so young. Was it too flattering to call him Teacher Zheng?
"Call him Boss Zheng. We all call him that," Chief Zhang Lin said.
"Boss Zheng, Professor Su, hello, both of you. Sorry for the trouble," Chief Lang said hoarsely.
"It's no trouble. We don't know the situation yet. We'll talk about it after we go on stage," Zheng Ren said.
When he came to the changing room, Zheng Ren saw that Chief Lang's movements were a little mechanical. He did not comfort him. Instead, he took the time to change his clothes and took advantage of the interval to go to the operating theater to take a look at the patient's condition.
"Old Lang, how many years have you been doing interventional surgery?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
"Sixteen years," Chief Lang said hoarsely.
"Oh? That's almost the oldest group of surgeons, "Su Yun said." How many interventional surgeries have you done? "
"In the first 15 years, 3,562 have been done. This year, we haven't finished yet. We've already done 823. Combined …" Chief Lang seemed to be stunned. He could not add the two numbers together no matter what.
This person was very meticulous. Perhaps it was because he was a professional, or perhaps it was because he was utilitarian, so he clearly remembered how many surgeries he had performed.
Su Yun had a preliminary understanding of Chief Lang's temper and temperament.
"Don't worry. I took a look at the patient's condition. It shouldn't be a big problem," Zheng Ren comforted him with a pleasant expression.
"I hope so. In short, I've troubled the two of you." Chief Lang kept expressing his gratitude.
"The patient's family doesn't approve?" Su Yun asked.
"On the way here, the patient's family was fine. They kept expressing their gratitude," Chief Lang said. "I've never seen the young man just now before. He came and made a ruckus. If Chief Zhao wasn't here, I would probably have made a move."
Su Yun saw Chief Lang's dejected look and knew that he was feeling uncomfortable and helpless. It was not difficult to understand why a doctor would have an accident during surgery.
"Chief Lang, you've done so many surgeries and can be considered an old doctor. Have you ever encountered any disputes?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
"I have." Chief Lang raised his head and forced himself to cheer up. "Especially at the beginning, I didn't have much experience and made more mistakes. Later, I went to Fuwai and the Imperial Capital to study twice, and it was much better. Now, if my luck isn't bad, it would be good if there were one or two problems a year. "
"Yeah, no one can guarantee that there won't be any problems, right?" Su Yun said. "Smile. Don't make yourself feel wronged."
Chief Lang wanted to smile, but he only grinned. The forced smile turned into helplessness. In the end, he let out a long sigh.
Su Yun did not continue to persuade him. Instead, he took the time to change his clothes. He had already caught a glimpse of his boss quickly entering the operating theater. He still had to wear three more layers of masks. He could not be much slower than him.
Zheng Ren strode into the operating theater and saw that the anesthesiologist was anesthetizing the patient. He first glanced at the numbers on the monitor and compared them with the System's operating theater. There were no special changes, so he said in a deep voice, "Prepare the floating catheter."
"Boss Zheng, you're here." The anesthesiologist raised his head and greeted him.
"Yes," Zheng Ren said. "Prepare the floating catheter."
"Okay." The circulating nurse was the busiest person at this time, but there was still a sequence of things. Boss Zheng's medical advice would definitely have the highest priority. There was no doubt about this.
The floating catheter was the source of information used to judge the cardiovascular function of critically ill patients. It was mainly achieved by using the balloon floating catheter to monitor hemodynamics.
In 1970, Swan and Ganz were the first to successfully use the balloon floating catheter to intubate the right heart to measure the pulmonary artery embedding pressure. From then on, there was a breakthrough in the judgment of the left heart's function.
In the operating theater, only the anesthesiologist who equipped the cardiothoracic table was proficient in the use of the floating catheter. For emergency surgery, the anesthesiologist on duty in the emergency department was not necessarily proficient in the set of professional tools for the cardiothoracic table.
Zhao Yunlong was busy talking. He did not think of going down the floating catheter.
Before the operation, he took a look at the patient. The pericardial puncture tube was blocked. He thought that it was caused by pericardial effusion. Although there was nothing serious about coming to the Imperial Capital for an echocardiogram and only a small amount of effusion, that could not explain the patient's current situation.
According to Zhao Yunlong's point of view, he could just open the chest and see the situation. However, since Boss Zheng said so, he did not refuse. As he positioned the patient, he waited for Boss Zheng to go down the floating catheter.
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