Soon, the operation was over.
More than a dozen small thrombus were successfully removed, and another angiography showed that there was no remaining thrombus in the patient's superior mesenteric vein, blood flow was smooth, and the operation was completed.
The entire operation was done neatly and neatly, as if this kind of surgery should be so simple.
The difficulty can only be understood by the doctors who watched the surgical recording in the 912 Vascular Department Classroom. And the higher the level, the greater the difficulty you can experience.
Mao Chi watched quietly. Even though the recording of the surgery had ended, he was still looking at the final imaging screen, speechless for a long time.
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Zheng Ren did not go to send the patient. Mr. Wang took the nurse all the way to the ICU. The patient's family members asked, but Mr. Wang didn't know how to answer.
The patient's vital signs were stable and looked good. Mr. Wang wanted to call Zheng Ren and ask him to explain the surgery to the patient's family.
Boss Zheng? Forget it, let’s ask that guy Su Tianci. Director Mao probably finished watching the video of the surgery and can always make a call now.
After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Wang did not choose to call. Instead, he left a message on WeChat to Mr. Su and asked him how the surgery went.
In just a moment, the call came back.
There was some echo from that voice, probably from the corridor.
"Mr. Wang, does Boss Zheng perform other surgeries in Haicheng?" asked Mr. Su.
"Hmm... I think I'm going to do an interventional embolization for liver cancer tomorrow morning." Mr. Wang said, "Then I'll go to the Provincial Hospital. Two professors from the Provincial Hospital knew about Boss Zheng's return and came this morning. I have to drag Boss Zheng with me."
"Well."
"Godsend, did Boss Zheng perform the operation well?" Mr. Wang asked: "Well, please tell me about the operation process so that I can explain the condition to the patient's family."
"Okay? How dare you say such things!" The echo on the other side of the phone was a little louder, "It was done by surgery... Let's put it this way, I feel..."
As he spoke, the voice on the other side was much lowered, as if he was covering the microphone with his hand.
"Did Director Mao's surgery go well?"
"Of course." Mr. Wang was stunned. Director Mao's surgery must be top-notch in the country. It is not an exaggeration at all to say that there are only a handful of patients in vascular surgery.
"I feel that Boss Zheng's surgery is a level better than the director's."
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"This is the best surgery I've ever seen. It's great now. You've caused me so much harm." Su Tianci complained, "I can't even go back. Director Mao is still organizing studies."
The two talked for a while, and Mr. Wang completely forgot his purpose of looking for Mr. Su. It wasn't until he hung up the phone that he remembered that he wanted to ask about the surgery.
Forget it, let’s ask Boss Zheng. The surgery was done well, and I was already on my knees when I met the little patient with PJ syndrome in 912. It's just that I have to kneel down twice more, so what's there to be embarrassed about
After leaving the ICU, the patient's family members gathered around him.
The person who gave Mr. Wang a red envelope asked with an uneasy look on his face: "Mr. Wang, a doctor just said that the operation was successful. No surgery was required, but all the blood clots inside were removed."
Oh, it turns out that Boss Zheng has finished explaining everything. It’s so worry-free, Mr. Wang thought.
"He also showed us the blood clot, Mr. Wang, is that true?" the patient's family asked.
"It must be." Mr. Wang said: "The operation went very smoothly. I told you that Boss Zheng's level is quite high, otherwise he wouldn't have been directly transferred to 912."
"Your surgery was really good. I saw blood clots. They were black and looked like bugs." The patient's family members were at a loss as if they hadn't heard Mr. Wang's words, praising him. Operation.
Mr. Wang is also very helpless. Many people are like this and don't listen carefully to what they are saying. Whatever is on their mind is whatever is going on in their mind. No matter how many times we communicate, it is of no use.
"Keep this." Wang Liang took out a deposit ticket from the pocket of the isolation suit and handed it to the patient's family, "Keep this. You said, I didn't do the surgery, so you gave me a red envelope. This is not Are you kidding?"
"..." The patient's family members were silent, staring with big eyes.
"Hurry up." Mr. Wang pushed the deposit ticket into the hands of the patient's family and said, "If the deposit ticket is missing, we can't be discharged. I'll go back and thank Boss Zheng. He came back from the imperial capital. He was having dinner, but he was asked to do it. Surgery is not easy."
"Imperial Capital?"
"Didn't I tell you all? Don't look at Boss Zheng's young age. He is already a visiting professor in the world's number one hospital. None of the hospitals in the imperial capital is ranked in the top ten. You will understand now. Bar."
After saying this, even Wang Liang himself was startled.
MD, less than thirty, serves as a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic. Is this a myth? It’s not like there aren’t such people in history. Anyway, they can’t be counted on one hand.
But which one is not a famous power that can change the direction of human history
Newton and other things are very far away. Qian Xuesen and Qian Lao became a tenured professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MT) at the age of 35. Uh... Thinking of this, Wang Liang let out a sigh of relief. It turns out that Boss Zheng is not too evil, but Mr. Qian is better than him...
When the thought came to this point, Wang Liang burst into tears.
In my heart, is Boss Zheng already on the same level as Qian Lao? What are you thinking about
However, there is no need to say these words to the patient’s family, and they won’t understand if you tell them. Wang Liang talked to the patient's family about the patient's condition and his prediction of the disease to reassure them, and then hurried back to the operating room to change clothes.
Boss Zheng doesn’t know whether to leave or not. If not, ask him about the surgery and diagnosis.
Wang Liang is actually more interested in diagnosis, but he also knows that Boss Zheng is good at watching movies. Even if he learns imaging from scratch, he may not reach Boss Zheng's current level in ten or eight years.
Of course, this is just his own estimate.
If he really changed his career to study imaging, ten or eight years later he would find that he still couldn't even see a shadow.
However, Wang Liang always had an idea in his heart to chase after Boss Zheng. Regardless of whether you can catch up or not, it is always good to have a goal.
But he also knows that he seems to be getting further and further away from Boss Zheng, and the level difference has not been reduced because of his own efforts.
Returning to the emergency ward, Mr. Wang saw Zheng Ren chatting on his cell phone.
"Boss Zheng, you want to chat too."
"Uh, don't you use WeChat? It's a very useful instant messaging tool. It's also very convenient to scan the QR code to pay for things now. Mr. Wang, you can't be eliminated by the times." Zheng Rendao.
The two seemed to be talking about two different things. Mr. Wang was speechless and silent, not knowing what to say.