Life was very dull. Little Yiren's fried sauce noodles were very fragrant, and the series they watched together at night was very boring.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun became interested as they watched the first boss on the television being designed by the female lead with a blacksmith flower and scalded with gold juice while watching the Myriad Colors.
They began to argue about the role of the gold juice. Both of them thought that it was only used to disgust people. In fact, in the case of severe burns, the use of gold juice did not affect the overall situation at all.
In the medical environment of ancient times, a large area of third-degree burns could basically be taken out of the hospital.
Not to mention ancient times, the emergency department also had to deal with the troublesome third-degree burns when the twins were injured a while ago.
Tracheal intubation, deep vein intubation in the heel to replenish fluid, perfect treatment measures, and the use of high-grade antibiotics.
Even so, it was difficult to prevent the infection after severe burns.
Xie Yiren and Chang Yue were very helpless. A good series had been analyzed by Zheng Ren and Su Yun and turned into a drama series that could not be watched at all.
They angrily chased the two of them away.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were immersed in discussing whether it was Staphylococcus aureus infection, Escherichia coli, or Pseudomonas aeruginosa. After Bowman was motionless, Su Yun specially called the burn department to ask about the treatment of the severe burn patient.
The patient had a serious infection, but under the effect of antibiotics, it had been controlled. The most important thing was that he had a source of skin grafts. He had just finished a skin grafting surgery, and the situation seemed to be relatively optimistic.
However, severe burns could not be treated without two to three million yuan. Zheng Ren was also very helpless about this.
No one could do anything about the condition.
If it was in ancient times, there was no place to spend money even if he wanted to.
After washing up, he lay down early and Zheng Ren looked at his phone. The little boy's message on QQ had not been updated.
The last time Zheng Ren saw his message, he vomited fifteen times a day. It was probably chemotherapy. His young body was suffering from the impact of chemotherapy drugs.
Recently … He must have been very uncomfortable. 'I wonder if he's getting better,' Zheng Ren thought.
It would be great if he could see what games the little boy played that day. If he was slightly better, he should play games for a while.
Zheng Ren thought about it and said good night to Little Yiren. He turned off his phone and went to sleep.
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The next day, when he arrived at the hospital, he saw Chief Resident Shen in the office with a bitter expression, explaining the condition to a silver-haired old man in his sixties.
After listening to a few simple sentences, Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.
The elderly patient was very detailed. For example, he asked about the proportion of hepatic arteries and portal veins in the blood supply to the liver.
Doctors had a headache when they encountered patients who did not cooperate with them. They seemed to believe in traditional Chinese medicine more. They would always mysteriously say that so-and-so's relative in the family had taken some traditional Chinese medicine, and then the hospital couldn't do anything about it, and the illness was cured!
However, when he encountered a patient like the one in front of him who wanted to investigate the source of the disease, diagnosis, treatment, and recovery, he seemed to be very distressed.
When the patient asked Chief Resident Shen why the gold standard for the diagnosis of Budd-chiari syndrome was DSA, Zheng Ren smiled helplessly.
Patients who did not have a sense of trust and were serious really gave Chief Resident Shen a headache.
However, the weather was good today and there was nothing much to do. Zheng Ren sat in a sunny spot and entered the System library to read to kill time.
Moreover, he was trying to summarize the difficulties of the second-stage surgery so that the surgeon could understand how to perform the second-stage surgery.
After all, with Chief Zhu as an example, Zheng Ren dared not be careless.
After more than an hour, Professor Shen reluctantly sent the patient away.
Communicating with the old man was equivalent to revising the pathophysiology, diagnosis, and treatment of Budd-chiari syndrome. He also had to answer some strange questions.
Professor Shen sent the patient away. Before he could take a breather, his phone rang.
After he picked up the phone, he greeted the department and went out.
Not long after, Professor Shen returned and continued to work.
The chief resident had such a bitter life. There was nothing he could do about it. This was still in the interventional department. There were very few emergency cases, and sleep was not affected.
Today could be considered a day off, but tomorrow he had to go to the Imperial Capital to perform eighteen TIPS surgeries. After that, he had to fly to Shenzhen City to perform the patients Mu Tao had accepted.
Both of them were very strong. Zheng Ren estimated that after going there once, the two of them would be able to perform the surgery alone.
When it was almost time to get off work, a woman came to look for Professor Shen.
Zheng Ren clearly knew that it was Gu Lili, but he was surprised that this person did not match the image in his memory at all.
Although he was in the late stages of face blindness, Zheng Ren's memory was not a problem when he knew people.
In his memory, Gu Lili wore a red suit, and her figure and appearance were 80 out of 100 for a mature woman.
The Gu Lili in front of him had loose skin on her face. Her eye bags were very big, and the dark circles under her eyes looked like they had been painted with smoky makeup. She definitely did not look like a woman in her thirties. People would believe her if she said she was in her fifties.
Her speech was not as gentle as before. Even in front of her old classmate, Professor Shen, she was a little gloomy. It was as if her life was covered in dark clouds.
Zheng Ren guessed that Gu Lili knew what illness he had. With a search on the Internet, she would be able to calculate his life expectancy.
This was a heavy topic. In the face of life and death, few people could be as carefree as usual.
Sighing in his heart, Zheng Ren watched Professor Shen and Gu Lili walk out of the office and talk in the corridor.
Not long after, he could vaguely hear the sound of crying.
The sound was very soft and depressed. If Zheng Ren's physical fitness had not been strengthened by the System, it would have been difficult to hear it clearly.
Zheng Ren felt a little stifled, but there was nothing he could do.
Perhaps this was a situation that he had to face after having the System Interface.
Everything had its pros and cons. This saying made sense.
The day passed just like that. Zheng Ren enjoyed a rare relaxing day. The next day, he transformed into Superman and began to get busy.
..
The next morning, Zheng Ren first went to the 912 for ward rounds and to see the patients.
Zhou Chunyong personally drove to pick up Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner.
Su Yun and Little Oliver did not follow. There was a lot of data that needed to be sorted out at home. Gao Shaojie from the Provincial Capital sent the information on the TIPS surgery that he had performed. Su Yun began to sort it out, preparing to complete the information before Dr. Mehar came.
"Chief Zhou, thank you for your trouble," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"It's a small matter." Zhou Chunyong smiled and said, "Send someone to pick up Manager Feng early in the morning. It's not convenient for him to walk, so I won't let him drive."
Even Feng Xuhui had thought of it. This was not something that could be explained by the word 'Zhou Dao'.
Zheng Ren thought about it and smiled.
Chief Zhou's attitude was too positive. Under normal circumstances, such a person would be extremely scary when he became hostile.
Although Zheng Ren had never seen it with his own eyes, it was very common for such people to appear in books.
Inadvertently, Zheng Ren had already classified Zhou Chunyong as such a person. However, this was only a possibility. Zheng Ren had nothing to do with Zhou Chunyong. As long as he could perform TIPS surgery and provide the number of surgeries, it would be fine.
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