Sea City Secondary Hospital, Department of Intervention. Wang Qiang was busy.
Ever since Gao Shaojie left, Wang Qiang started to get busy.
Wang Qiang would work hard for whatever Teacher Gao needed.
The medical system was a legacy of the sect, and as time passed, it had been gradually established.
For example, if a PhD student from Peking Medicine was lucky enough to be assigned to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the first lesson they would receive would be to tell them that those who graduated from Peking Medicine had a poor foundation and had to work harder. He had to work hard, or else he would be left far behind by his colleagues in Concorde.
This was still Northern Medicine. It was the same for people from Huaxi when they went to Union Medical College. Not to mention other small medical schools.
It was more or less the same in the local areas.
Wang Qiang took the initiative to tie himself to Gao Shaojie's chariot. This kind of binding was a little loose. Even if Gao Shaojie was defeated in the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, it would not have much impact on Wang Qiang.
Therefore, to Wang Qiang, this matter had a hundred advantages and no disadvantages.
However, the problem was that it was too loose. Teacher Gao would not pay much attention to Sea City's Secondary Hospital.
Wang Qiang knew this, so he tried very hard to figure out Teacher Gao's psychology and needs.
Now, Teacher Gao Shaojie needed TIPS surgery, and so did he.
When the two resonated with each other, a huge amount of energy was released.
In the past few days, Wang Qiang did nothing else. While Cheng Lixue was recuperating at home, he "occupied" all the department's resources.
He had left a detailed record of all kinds of information about the patients after TIPS.
What surprised him was that the TIPS surgery performed by the emergency department chief resident of Sea City General Hospital had a remarkable recovery rate.
The highly difficult TIPS surgery with a high mortality rate had become as simple as an appendectomy.
Three days after the surgery, the patients could no longer hold on.
Who would be willing to stay in the hospital if nothing happened and the ascites subsided? The Secondary Hospital would face the same problems as the First People's Hospital.
In the past, patients with advanced cirrhosis and refractory ascites would not go home even if they wanted to. Go home for what? It was so swollen that he couldn't even lie down. He might as well stay in the hospital and get a furosemide.
Now, after Zheng Ren's surgery, the patient's ascites had subsided very quickly. The patient and his family members were grinning from ear to ear as they watched his stomach deflate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, what followed were complaints and disdain.
There were three patients and at least three accompanying nurses in the small ward that was more than ten square meters. Almost all the patients could not get used to the foul air and noisy environment.
The small details that they did not care about before the surgery had now become a big problem.
Wang Qiang wanted to leave more information, but this was not a scientific research center. He could not hold a wooden stick and guard the entrance of the department to prevent patients from returning home after receiving the drip.
In that case, he could only do an urgent blood test every morning to leave traces of the patient's recovery.
In addition, Wang Qiang mobilized all his resources and began to look for new patients who needed TIPS surgery.
Wang Qiang knew that Teacher Gao was also doing it.
This was the icing on the cake. Moreover, it would allow Teacher Zheng to avoid being tired from traveling. Wang Qiang guessed that this would be in line with Teacher Gao's intentions.
At first, Director Zhang said that the Secondary Hospital had as many patients with advanced cirrhosis as they wanted, but that was just bragging.
However, as an infectious disease hospital in a prefecture-level city, they really did not need too many hepatitis B patients.
Especially now, patients had WeChat groups to communicate with each other. Once a certain drug or a certain place had a particularly good treatment effect, the news would spread like a virus. Within a few days, many people knew about it.
Wang Qiang used his acquaintances and even patient groups to find the source of the illness.
All the hard work would be rewarded.
In just a few days, Wang Qiang had collected six patients who needed TIPS surgery.
Six was barely enough.
Wang Qiang did not want to do too many at once. He had his own thoughts. He had to frequently ask Teacher Gao and Zheng … Teacher Zheng to perform the surgery.
After handing the patient over to the junior doctor below to write the medical record and do a preoperative examination, Wang Qiang dragged his exhausted body to his chief's office.
Wang Qiang felt a sense of joy in his heart that he did not have to look at Cheng Lixue's expression anymore.
Sitting in the boss's chair, Wang Qiang lit a Yuxi cigarette and took a puff happily. He dialed Gao Shaojie's number.
"Teacher Gao, is it convenient to talk?"
"It's like this. We have Zheng … The patient who performed the TIPS surgery last time needs to undergo the second-stage surgery recently."
"Yes, yes, I was afraid that you would forget. I was just saying."
"Oh right, Teacher Gao, I found another six patients with advanced cirrhosis. Yes, they all have the indications for TIPS surgery. "
"Okay, I …"
"Oh, okay then. I'll wait for you to come."
After saying that, Wang Qiang heard the busy tone on the other side. He smiled and hung up the phone.
His hard work had finally been rewarded!
Wang Qiang could be sure of this from Gao Shaojie's excited tone. Moreover, Teacher Gao did not hide this at all. He said that he would contact Zheng Ren. If there was a surgery, he would come over immediately.
Although Wang Qiang had already put down his status towards Zheng Ren, he still felt embarrassed to curry favor with a junior doctor who was not even thirty years old.
Especially the handsome assistant beside Zheng Ren who looked like a woman. He had a sharp tongue and would choke people the moment he opened his mouth. Wang Qiang was really tired of him.
He just needed to hug Teacher Gao's thigh. Wang Qiang smiled. He seemed to see a beautiful and bright future in the smoke.
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Zheng Ren returned to his office. Before he could sit down, his phone rang.
He picked up his phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He was not so anxious.
As long as it was not the emergency department, he did not need to be too anxious no matter who called.
"Hello."
"Oh, okay. Have you finished the preoperative examinations for the patients? "
"Yes, okay. Then bring the radiographic films tomorrow. I'll take a look first. "
After a few simple sentences, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"Boss, you've been getting busier and busier recently," Su Yun joked.
"Yes, the patient from the Secondary Hospital who had the TIPS surgery last time needs a second-stage surgery," Zheng Ren said. "They've prepared another six patients. They'll bring the radiographic films tomorrow."
"It's good to do more. Then, tell them that I want to have access to all the patient's information," Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren was a little troubled.
"Boss, Big Brother, write the paper!" Su Yun complained. "You don't even know the faces of those foreign judges, especially when it comes to our articles. If there's anything wrong, they'll point fingers and criticize us. They're all f * cking contrarians. If you don't prepare enough information, are you planning to be slapped in the face? "
Zheng Ren raised his hands in surrender.
This was not a big deal. Director Zhang of the Secondary Hospital seemed to be very easy to talk to.
At most, the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth authors of the paper would bring their names.
Although it was useless internationally, they would be very happy.
After all, their names would appear in the top international journals.
Just as he put down the phone, the department's landline rang again.
Zheng Ren was distressed.
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