Colon tumor, need stent? When Zheng Ren heard what Professor Yang said, he was stunned for a moment before he smiled bitterly.
However, this matter did not seem to have anything to do with Professor Yang. He was from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. Colon tumors were the work of the General Surgery Department.
Seeing the bitter smile and confusion on Zheng Ren's face, Professor Yang sighed and said, "They're all going to the frontline. Each family will leave one professor to lead the group. The general surgery department is a major department, so more people go there. Old Feng from the General Surgery Department had performed more than ten surgeries a day. He was so tired that he fell sick and decided to rest for a day.
Didn't the chief resident come to consult the interventional department early in the morning? That son of a b * tch Zhao Yunlong said that they don't have anyone and can't perform the surgery! "
As he said that, Professor Yang opened his mouth and started scolding.
"Old Feng asked me to come and see what's going on. That coward Zhao Yunlong kept pushing it away. One moment, he said that the surgery was too much, and the next moment, he said that the tumor was blocked. He can't do it. I'm so angry." Professor Yang was so angry that his hair stood on end.
Zheng Ren listened quietly and had a rough idea of what was going on.
Colon tumors, preoperative enema, intestinal cleansing, then removal of the tumor, and the remaining intestinal anastomosis. This was the general situation of the surgery.
Some patients found out later and only came to the hospital for treatment because of intestinal obstruction.
Before interventional surgery, there was no way to prepare the intestines for such patients. They could only leave a fistula in the abdominal wall and wait for a few months before performing a secondary anastomosis.
After all, there was no way to prepare the intestines. The area above the obstruction was full of feces and countless bacteria. Even if it was barely anastomosed, the anastomosis would not grow due to the severe infection.
With the intercalation, if there was a gap in the obstructed part and the guide wire could pass through, the stent could be placed. The stent resisted the force of the tumor and opened up the intestines.
In that case, the intestine could be prepared. The surgery could also avoid fistula and could be anastomosed at the first stage.
Regardless of whether it was from the perspective of avoiding tumor metastasis or from the perspective of improving the patient's quality of life, the interventional intestinal stent was a surgical method that was particularly beneficial to patients.
After many years of cooperation between clinical departments, the General Surgery Department had gradually become accustomed to the interventional department's preoperative stenting model for such patients.
However,
There was a problem.
This operation.
It was extremely dirty.
Once the stent was inserted and the obstruction was unblocked, the huge abdominal pressure would cause the feces to spray out directly.
Not to mention the surgeon and the assistant, they must be covered in sh * t.
The entire operating theater would smell like a septic tank.
This was a surgery that the patient and the general surgery department wanted to do, but the Department of Interventional Medicine did not want to do it.
If he performed such a surgery, his income would not increase, but he would have to work countless times more. Especially the smell of feces …
It was enough to make people sick.
Zheng Ren used to be a general surgeon, so he naturally knew the ropes.
Earlier, because Sea City General Hospital did not have an interventional department, such patients had to undergo fistula surgery and wait for the second-stage anastomosis.
Zheng Ren also knew why Zhao Yunlong did not want to do it.
The surgery was not difficult, but being sprayed with feces all over his body, and the smell would still linger around him for a few days. That kind of feeling was not good.
He hesitated.
He really had to hesitate. He had performed similar surgeries in the General Surgery Department, but that was at least a year ago. Now that he thought about it, he could still vaguely smell the scent.
"Brother Yang, why don't I do it?" Zheng Ren asked.
"…" How could Professor Yang not have considered Zheng Ren before? However, Zheng Ren's group was doing research on TIPS surgery. Usually, the 912's consultation and other work had nothing to do with him.
It was possible for them to work together on TIPS surgery. However, it was not appropriate to find someone else to do this kind of dirty work.
"I'll do it. When can the patient go on stage?" After his psychological defense line opened up, Zheng Ren was no longer reserved.
The smell of feces was not … It was still very important. However, under the premise that he had the medical means and could do it himself, he could not watch the patient do the second-stage anastomosis.
As Zheng Ren spoke, he had already started to think about how to apologize to the matron and nurses in the interventional surgery room.
Otherwise, he could clean up the mess himself, but when he thought about it, his head hurt.
This kind of work of digging out feces was fundamentally different from digging out feces in the General Surgery Department.
The General Surgery Department said that they were digging out feces, but in this kind of situation, they had to first make an incision and use an aspirator to attract it. Then, they would open it and get the remaining feces out. If it was too dry, there could also be a sterile plastic covering the intestines, and the feces would come out bit by bit.
And the surgery that was about to be performed would be sprayed all over his body …
Zheng Ren almost cried.
To be honest, he really could not blame Zhao Yunlong for not doing it. This surgery was simply too f * cking dirty.
After mustering up his courage, Zheng Ren put aside his distracting thoughts and told himself hard in his heart that this was all work.
Professor Yang was stunned for a moment before he patted Zheng Ren's shoulder.
"Boss Zheng, I'll have to trouble you then."
"Brother Yang, don't bother me. It's scary to hear." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I'll ask if there's a stage. If there is, I'll call you. Can you go on at any time? "
Actually, these words were a little redundant.
It was not a sterile surgery. The patient could not eat or drink, so naturally, he could go on at any time.
"Yes." Professor Yang was a little hesitant. This was not Boss Zheng's job. But … he hesitated for a moment and patted Zheng Ren's shoulder heavily.
"I won't stand on ceremony with you. I'll go back and wait for your news." Professor Yang left directly, a little flustered.
If it were another professor leading the group here, Professor Yang would not be like this. Boss Zheng was the group that Department Chief Kong had poached to work on the Nobel Prize project. The surgery of the Department of Interventional Surgery really had nothing to do with him.
Yet, he wanted Boss Zheng to perform such a surgery. It was simply too much.
'Forget it, let's not think about this anymore. In the future, I'll just help Boss Zheng more.'
Professor Yang thought to himself as he jogged out of Zheng Ren's sight. He felt that Zheng Ren was like a soldering iron on his back. If he walked slower, he would be injured.
Zheng Ren sighed. He did not call. Instead, he went straight to the interventional surgery room. He knew that he was not Department Chief Kong. If he wanted to perform such a dirty surgery, he would have to come to the operating theater first and pretend to be a grandson.
He kept bowing and apologizing to the matron of the operating theater. Zheng Ren also promised to clean up the operating theater. The matron's expression was a little ugly, but she did not refuse. She only glared at Zheng Ren fiercely and asked him to send the patient away.
After solving a problem, Zheng Ren immediately called Professor Yang and asked him to send the patient up.
Zheng Ren did not need to worry about preoperative instructions and the like. If the General Surgery Department could not even handle such a small matter, what surgery was there to do?
Zheng Ren did not call Su Yun and the Professor. It was better to do this kind of thing himself. However, he still had a problem. What about Little Yiren?
When he thought of Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren's head became two big.
Forget it, forget it. He would just bite the bullet and do it.
Zheng Ren never thought about things that he did not understand. He might as well do it this way. When the time came, he would chase Little Yiren out and clean up the mess by himself.
After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren seized the time to smoke a cigarette. He tried his best to remember the smell of tobacco and not think about the surgery later.
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