In less than two hours, Zhou Chunyong had learned a lot.
It was like a one-to-many tutorial class and a one-to-one tutorial class. The degree of detail was definitely different. Moreover, Zhou Chunyong was an elite in the industry. He had been in contact with interventional radiology since China had begun.
He had been thinking about and summarizing many questions related to TIPS surgery all these years. It was just that because of his skill level and personal talent, there were no results.
The opportunity that he lacked was obtained by Zheng Ren.
The last shortcoming was made up for.
After looking through the thick films one by one, Zhou Chunyong felt that he had been reborn.
"Boss Zheng, although you are young, your standard is really high," Zhou Chunyong said with a smile.
"You flatter me." Zheng Ren said, "Looking at the current situation, the patient should be fine. Prepare for the day after tomorrow … Chang Yue, we'll be fine the day after tomorrow, right?"
"I'm fine," Chang Yue answered without raising her head as she recorded the results of the postoperative examination.
"Alright, let's make it the day after tomorrow," Zheng Ren said.
"Where do you live? I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow. "Zhou Chunyong was so humble that he had even suggested picking Zheng Ren up.
Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "I'll do my ward rounds first. I can go by myself. It's not far, so it won't be troublesome."
Before he could leave, he received a call from Su Yun.
"Boss, come up and take a look at the surgery."
"Is there a problem?" Zheng Ren was puzzled. The patient's condition was clear and the diagnosis was relatively clear. He was very sure of it. How could there be a problem?
"The mediastinum repair is basically done. I found something wrong with the pericardium," Su Yun said.
"Okay, I'll go take a look." Zheng Ren was relieved to hear that. Su Yun did not want him to solve the problem, but he saw a strange case and wanted him to see something new.
"Boss Zheng, then you're busy. See you the day after tomorrow morning." Zhou Chunyong also tactfully did not mention anything like eating together. He said goodbye with a smile.
He left the interventional radiology department and went to the operating theater to check on the pericardium. As he walked, he sent a WeChat message to Xie Yiren to report on his situation.
It was necessary to ask for instructions and report to the leader.
On the way, he received a call from Mu Tao. The patient's preoperative examination had been completed and he asked Zheng Ren when he could come.
After thinking about it, he realized that he still had to perform the second stage of the surgery at home. Although it did not matter if the second-stage surgery was delayed by a day or two, it was still better to hurry. There were also others, such as Liu Xuzhi, who were also accepting related patients in Inner Mongolia and waiting to teach surgery.
Zheng Ren was very glad. When he left Sea City, he had taught Gao Shaojie the TIPS surgery. With one more person performing the surgery, he was closer to the huge number that Dr. Mehar had mentioned.
He had already stepped on the accelerator, and the entire project team gradually accelerated. Zheng Ren knew that it was unlikely that he would be free for the time being.
After changing, he calculated the time in his mind and went from the sixth floor to the operating theater on the fifth floor.
Before he reached the fifth floor, he heard a commotion coming from the entrance of the operating theater.
Usually, operating theaters gave off a solemn and strict vibe, and they never interacted with the patient's family. All communication was done in the ward.
Zheng Ren's heart raced when he heard the noise. He took two deep breaths and quickly went to the fifth floor. He saw a group of patients' family members blocking the entrance of the operating theater. An old lady was sitting in the half-open door, crying.
"What kind of hospital is this? You only know how to ask for money. Don't you even have a doctor who can deliver a baby?" The old lady blocked the door, and the operating theater nurse did not dare to close the door forcefully. She was afraid that she would bump into her and cause trouble later.
Even if she did not touch her, she was worried that the old lady would have a heart attack or a cerebral infarction.
When Zheng Ren heard that it was about giving birth, he began to feel nervous and anxious.
Generally speaking, there were no major incidents in the obstetrics department. For example, in Sea City, the postoperative hemorrhage or the hemorrhage caused by scar pregnancy were already very serious. Either the child's umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck and he needed an emergency cesarean section.
The family was so noisy. Could it be that the uterus was opened and the child was already dead?
He observed carefully and saw that the obstetrics doctor was constantly explaining to the patient's family. A nurse in the operating theater stood at the door at a loss, trying to persuade them.
However, the obstetrics doctor's explanation did not have much effect. The family members were still making a fuss.
A few anesthesiologists were rushing over, and Zheng Ren also followed them to see the situation. There was only one nurse blocking the door. God knew if the patient's family would enter the operating theater.
If that was the case, the sterile environment of the patient would be destroyed, and there would be complications such as infection after the surgery.
Amidst the noise, Zheng Ren could barely hear what was going on.
The pregnant woman was about to give birth. The family found a fortune-teller to calculate the auspicious day and time. There were still seven or eight hours before that time. However, the obstetrics doctor judged that the fetus' heart sound was not good. He was afraid that it would be dangerous, so he had to perform an emergency cesarean section.
The family strongly requested to postpone it for half a day. The doctor wanted to deliver the baby immediately, and the conflict arose. Because the doctor refused to budge, the patient's family started to make a fuss.
There were onlookers outside the operating theater watching the commotion. Although it was already very late, there were still seventeen or eighteen surgeries in the operating theater of the Imperial Capital Hospital.
Zheng Ren did not know whether to laugh or cry.
It was common to see things like telling the time in Sea City, but it was rare to see people as serious as this family.
"Auntie, everyone's physique is different, and their condition is also different. It's not like we can give birth whenever we want," an anesthesiologist explained.
The stretcher trolley pushing the pregnant woman was at the entrance of the operating theater, but the family and the doctor had such a meaningless dispute.
"What kind of bullsh * t hospital is this!" The old lady sat on the ground, pointed at the doctor's nose and scolded.
The obstetrics and gynecology doctor was also very angry, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and explained, "She's already about to give birth. If we delay any longer, something will definitely happen!"
"That's what the doctor said. He said that there are about ten seconds in between. The child born during this period of time will have the heaviest fate!"
The family had been insisting and refused to let go no matter what. The obstetrics and gynecology doctor could not promise her that she would definitely deliver the baby during that period of time. Zheng Ren was also very impressed.
Were fortune-telling nowadays so advanced with the times?
Just as they were in a stalemate, a person rushed out of the elevator and said loudly, "Find a private hospital. They said that the baby will definitely be born at that time!"
"Bullsh * t 912, it's not even as good as a private hospital!" The old lady stopped making a fuss. She stood up and spat at the obstetrics and gynecology doctor. Then, she instructed the patient's family to push the pregnant woman out.
"Wait a minute. She's about to give birth. The fetus's heart is not very stable. If it's delayed, there might be problems!" The obstetrics and gynecology doctor did not even have time to wipe the saliva that had been spat on his face. He hurriedly grabbed one end of the stretcher trolley and dissuaded them.
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