Shift change and surgery. This was a fixed process.
Professor Zhao only had one liver cancer interventional surgery today. After finishing it, he changed his clothes and went straight to the General Surgery Department.
He wanted to see with his own eyes how the patient with hepatic hydatid disease and portal hypertension was doing yesterday.
In Professor Zhao's knowledge, there was no cure for this kind of disease.
He had seen the radiographic films. Just like what he had said to his wife last night, the patient was already terminally ill.
He wanted to see if Zheng Ren was young and impetuous and had really done something.
If that was the case … In an instant, countless possibilities appeared in Professor Zhao's mind.
A smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
When he came to the General Surgery Department, the patient in the resuscitation room was not a girl with hepatic hydatid disease. Professor Zhao was even more convinced of his thoughts. She probably died before she could be saved.
"Little Dong, where is Old Yang?" Seeing that Chief Dong was busy, Professor Zhao asked.
"Professor Zhao, Professor Yang went to the ICU," Dong Jia replied in a hurry.
"You guys have a serious illness?"
"It's the patient with hepatic hydatid disease from yesterday." After Dong Jia finished speaking, he was about to go back to work. Professor Yang had been squatting in the ICU to guard the serious patient ever since he left the stage. Dong Jia was the only one in charge at home, so he was very busy.
Professor Zhao's heart skipped a beat. Was the patient still alive?
Impossible!
He must be in the ICU using a ventilator to maintain his life. However, if he did not solve the actual problem, how long could he last with a ventilator?
"Professor Zhao, you go ahead. I still have something to do here." Dong Jia greeted him and was about to leave.
Professor Zhao was full of doubts. He pulled Dong Jia and asked, "Did you succeed in the rescue yesterday?"
Dong Jia's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but he had to answer Professor Zhao's question. Not to mention the rank, the professor in charge of the interventional department could not control him. However, he had asked Boss Zheng to help yesterday. This was a favor.
"I still have to thank you for your help," Dong Jia said honestly. Dong Jia said honestly, "Yesterday, after the coordinated surgery of four departments, it lasted for seven and a half hours, and the surgery was finally successful."
"The surgery was successful?" Professor Zhao was stunned.
"Yes, in the end, we did an autologous liver transplant. I went to take a look this morning. The patient's condition is much better. I estimate that he can be removed within three days. "Dong Jia squeezed out a smile. He looked at the messy ward and was extremely anxious.
"Why are you thanking me for my help?" Professor Zhao asked.
"We didn't know that Boss Zheng performed the surgery. If it weren't for your reminder, we wouldn't have known that Boss Zheng from the Department of Interventional Medicine was from the General Surgery Department. That surgery was done beautifully! "When Dong Jia talked about the surgery that lasted from last night until early this morning, he beamed with joy.
"…" Professor Zhao was confused.
"Finally, we used a neurosurgery microscope to perform bile capillary anastomosis. I went to take a look this morning. There was almost no bile drained out of the drainage bag, and there was not much blood either."
"…"
"Professor Yang is regretting it over there. He said that the recording of yesterday's surgery is done, and he can use it as a demonstration surgery in the future. There were really not many people who could achieve that level of autologous liver transplantation. Anyway, Teacher Yang said that he definitely couldn't do it. It's the most difficult surgery in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery! "
Professor Zhao was speechless. He watched as Dong Jia described the surgery last night with great delight. Every word was like a slap to his face.
There was nothing wrong with the diagnosis, but the disease that he thought was incurable was solved by Zheng Ren?!
It was a matter of skill.
"Um … Professor Zhao, I'll go do my work first. I'm really busy at home. The patient is stable. Professor Yang said that he will come back at noon for the surgery. On my side … "Dong Jia repeatedly begged for mercy.
Professor Zhao nodded and walked out of the General Surgery Department in a daze.
Was it done? Recovered well?
Autologous liver transplantation?
Was it done by a doctor from the Department of Interventional Medicine like Boss Zheng?
In the past, Professor Zhao had heard people say that this Little Zheng came from a general surgery background. His assistant came from a thoracic surgery background.
However, he did not take it seriously.
It was not that there were no doctors who crossed specialties and made great achievements in the end.
But … if you could f * cking do an autologous liver transplant, why did you still come to the Department of Interventional Medicine?!
He was a little absent-minded. He subconsciously walked all the way to the ICU. He did not even take the elevator and climbed the fire escape.
When he came back to his senses, he saw himself standing at the entrance of the ICU.
This … Professor Zhao smiled awkwardly. Since he was already here, he might as well go in and take a look.
Walking into the ICU, Professor Zhao immediately saw the patient with liver hydatid disease from yesterday. Professor Yang was sitting by the bed, looking a little tired.
Seeing him come in, Professor Yang immediately stood up and walked over with a smile on his face.
Professor Zhao was stunned for a moment.
"Old Zhao, thank you!" Professor Yang patted his shoulder hard and said.
"Uh … You're welcome," Professor Zhao replied in a daze.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known that Little Zheng could still perform general surgery." Professor Yang was very excited. He pulled Professor Zhao's arm and walked to the patient's bed. "Look, the vital signs are basically stable. The airway pressure is not high, and the drainage is even less."
"…" Professor Zhao cursed in his heart. What was he showing off to him?
However, looking at Professor Yang's excited expression, he knew that this person was not deliberately slapping him in the face, but sincerely expressing his gratitude.
"Little Zheng's surgery was amazing. Yesterday, I was the surgeon, and he was my assistant. When I performed the surgery, I felt like I was flying! "Professor Yang said sincerely as he recalled the first half of the surgery yesterday.
Show off, you continue to show off to me. Professor Zhao was in a low mood.
"Look at the drainage …" Professor Yang did not notice that the smile on his colleague's face was very awkward. He pulled him to look at the abdominal drainage bag.
"There's almost no bile drainage. Old Zhao, do you know what this means? This is an autologous liver transplant. The most difficult part of this kind of surgery is the large amount of bile secretion after the surgery, causing the patient … "
Professor Yang nagged excitedly to express his gratitude.
However, when he saw with his own eyes that the patient's vital signs, which he had judged to be beyond cure yesterday and could not be saved by medicine and surgery, had already recovered, Professor Zhao did not listen to a single word.
His mood was a little strange.
Of course, it was good that the patient could be saved, but Little Zheng …
"You can't say that. The four departments cooperated in the surgery. It was everyone's credit," Professor Zhao quickly interrupted and said.
"Old Zhao, you can't be modest like this." Professor Yang thought that he was being polite. He smiled and said, "The urinary surgery was indeed done by them, but Little Zheng's assistant said that if anything happened after the kidney segment was resected, the Department of Interventional Medicine would be responsible for the embolization to stop the bleeding. "As for the thoracic and vascular surgeries, they were all helped by Boss Zheng's assistant on stage. "Other than us, there's no need to mention it."
"…" Professor Zhao continued to be speechless.
"Thank you, thank you!" Professor Yang was so busy that he did not notice the change in Professor Zhao's expression. "I'll treat you to a meal another day. I'm going on stage."
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