When patients with dissection are sent to the ICU, they have to wait for Wang Qiang to send an aortic stent. Zheng Ren glanced at the emergency room and ran back to perform emergency surgery with Mr. Wang.
The operation was very quick. It was only the most basic operations such as appendicitis and cholecystitis. The two of them did it separately and it was completed before seven o'clock.
Sending patients down seems to be the same as it was a few months ago. It's just that there is one less assistant around, and one less capable resident below.
"Mr. Wang, this doesn't happen often." Zheng Ren changed his clothes and communicated stiffly with Mr. Wang.
"Not much. I guess it was because you were coming back that there were more. I heard from the doctors and nurses that you were very busy when you were on duty." Mr. Wang said with a smile.
Doctors in the hospital are divided into those who are busy and those who are not. Some people are born with a busy life. When they are on duty, emergency treatment one night can make them collapse.
But some people are very idle. Not only did they come to the emergency room, the patients in the ward were all in stable condition, with no trouble at all, and they slept until dawn.
These are baseless claims, but almost all health care workers believe this. Just like the legendary night shift god who doesn't even have a shrine, he is a typical example of someone who either believes in something or not.
Returning to the familiar office, Zheng Ren sat directly in the most familiar seat facing the sun and took out his mobile phone.
Xiao Yiren left a message saying that she and Chu Yanzhi went out to buy breakfast and would be back soon.
After breakfast, everyone came to work one after another. Zheng Ren didn't wait in the office. He ran to the door of Director Pan's office and waited for the old director to go to work.
The confusion in my heart seemed to be getting better after several surgeries. Standing at the door of the director's office, a feeling of homespun timidity arose spontaneously.
I've been so busy lately, I should have come back to see the old director a long time ago. Zheng Ren was doing self-examination in his mind, but video chatting was still not enough.
Soon, Director Pan appeared at the other end of the corridor.
Zheng Ren stood at attention, saluted with attention, and watched Old Director Pan walking over.
"Zheng Ren? When did you come back?" Old Director Pan asked happily but doubtfully.
"I just came back from abroad. I missed you, Director, so I came back to see you." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.
"I have nothing to do at home, so I have to focus on my work. How is the Nobel Prize project going?" Director Pan asked as he opened the door.
"Director, I'm a little confused. I don't want to ask your opinion."
After entering the room, Director Pan sat on the chair behind his desk and listened to Zheng Ren's account of recent events.
Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.
Zheng Ren stood up and opened the door. It was Wang Qiang from the Municipal Second Hospital.
He was carrying a box in his hand and bowed politely, regardless of the age gap.
"Director Wang, you are too polite." Zheng Ren said quickly.
"Boss Zheng, I've brought the things. Take a look to see if there are any that you can't handle. If so, I'll have someone deliver them again," Wang Qiang said.
"What's going on?" Old Director Pan asked.
"Director, there was a patient who jumped off the building early this morning. He was diagnosed with aortic dissection and his condition is relatively serious. There are no consumables in the hospital. Isn't it troublesome, Director Wang, to send something for emergency use?"
Old Director Pan nodded, but did not answer Zheng Ren's doubts, nor did he express surprise at the mezzanine.
"Where is the patient?" Director Pan asked.
"I'm in the ICU, controlling my blood pressure." Zheng Ren said.
"We won't hand over the shift anymore. Just let Mr. Wang watch. Let's take a look at the patient." Old Director Pan stood up with great momentum.
Arterial dissection is a disease that cannot be delayed and may determine the patient's life or death in just a few minutes.
But there are really not many people who can do the surgery. Wang Qiang can't do it. He is not a vascular surgeon. If he really had to rush the duck, he could give it a try, but he would never be as skillful as a professional vascular doctor.
In the vascular department of the First City Hospital, no one performs interventional surgeries, only surgeons.
Interventional surgery is a big challenge.
It's okay to treat illnesses and save people, but if you trade your own health for the health of others, most people will think twice about it.
Especially after a doctor in the interventional department of the city's No. 1 Hospital contracted a hematological tumor, no one else performed surgery in this area.
If Zheng Ren was not here, confirmed patients would have to be transported to the provincial capital at great risk. Or wait half a day for a doctor from the provincial capital to come and perform a knife operation.
The various causes and effects between these are difficult to explain clearly in a few words.
But with Zheng Ren here, all this was easily solved, and Director Pan was so relieved that he even walked a little faster.
"Director, are you feeling well recently?" Zheng Ren had nothing to say. Director Pan only had a few geriatric diseases in the system panel, and they were not serious.
But when he saw old Director Pan, he didn’t even say anything? Isn’t that nonsense
"I'm fine, don't run around all the time." Director Pan said, "I'm done here. Let's go out for lunch and let me tell you what I think."
Zheng Ren nodded.
Wang Qiang followed him all the way, he didn't want to just leave like this. I finally got a chance to show off in front of Boss Zheng, and I will have to rely on Boss Zheng for further studies in the future.
Boss Zheng is a prosperous person, and Wang Qiang knows this well.
How many years has Cheng Lixue suppressed her? Boss Zheng had two tip surgeries, and Cheng Lixue was misdiagnosed with Budd-Chiari syndrome, which made him lose face in front of everyone. Now Wang Qiang is no longer afraid of him face to face.
Without Boss Zheng, even with Teacher Gao supporting him, Wang Qiang knew that it would take at least three to five years if the whole process went smoothly. If things don't go well, I might be suppressed by Cheng Lixue for the rest of my life.
Besides, Mr. Gao Shaojie and Mr. Gao from the provincial capital are very respectful to Boss Zheng, and they have a lot of money of their own! Not to mention Teacher Gao, even the professors from Mayo and Heidelberg were taught surgery by Boss Zheng. When would he be able to do it again
Wang Qiang judged the situation very accurately, and lowered his attitude, preparing to "serve" this young man. It would be best to find an opportunity to invite Boss Zheng back to give him a teaching surgery.
Wang Qiang was delighted when he thought of this.
Whether you can learn it or not is one thing. When Boss Zheng, the great god, stops there, it shows his connections.
Even the dean cannot ignore it.
Soon, they arrived at the ICU, and several people changed their clothes and walked in.
Before it was time to hand over the shift, the doctors came to work one after another. They were all surprised when they saw Zheng Ren.
Watching Director Pan and Zheng Ren enter the intensive care unit, the two doctors who were changing their clothes began to discuss in a low voice.
"Why is Mr. Zheng back? He must have committed something wrong, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Didn't you watch the live broadcast of Xinglin Garden a few days ago? Mr. Zheng was holding a hemostatic forceps and giving a teaching class to a foreign professor."
"I saw it, so I thought it was strange."
"Who knows, he probably went home to visit relatives. Who do you think Mr. Zheng will hit with the hemostatic forceps when he comes back?"