He got off the stage and took a look at the patient.
The bearded man saw that Zheng Ren's eyes were clearly filled with fear. His face was pale, the urge to vomit had not passed, and his words were a little unsteady.
The patient had woken up from anesthesia and his vital signs were stable. Zheng Ren knew what he was doing. All infected areas have been cleaned, and as long as there are no special circumstances, such as knotting in the abdominal cavity during intestinal peristalsis, causing mechanical intestinal obstruction, there will not be a big problem.
There is no good way to prevent this. Even Zheng Ren himself can only resign himself to fate. The system gives a 99% evaluation of the completion of the surgery, and it is estimated that the remaining 1% is due to this reason.
Any surgical operation is like walking on a single-plank bridge, because current science and technology cannot give a clear diagnosis of all diseases and a treatment that is 100% without complications.
The basic pathophysiology is still being explored, let alone treatment. Therefore, it is correct to say that the medical industry is a high-risk industry.
If nothing else, Wu Hui couldn't even cure appendicitis in an American community hospital. How can he reason with this
I took a look at the post-operative doctor's instructions and found that there was nothing wrong, just routine rehydration and other symptomatic treatment. He and Su Yun returned to the interventional department. As soon as they walked into the doctor's office, Zheng Ren felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Professor Liu was nestled in the corner with a depressed look on his face, while Chang Yue wrote the medical records indifferently.
Su Yun smiled and let him guess right.
In fact, there is nothing surprising. Dr. Shen was also attacked mercilessly by Chang Yue at that time. However, since he was sent by Director Kong, Chang Yue still had some feelings for him and was embarrassed to speak too thoroughly.
But Liu Zewei came to study on his own. For a trainee, what kind of good mood can he expect
Pointing at Chang Yue and treating him as a professor in the provincial capital? It's just a joke.
As if he hadn't seen it, Zheng Ren said hello to Liu Zewei, and then asked: "How many patients have you admitted?"
"Yesterday you said you would accept it when you came back. There are already six patients waiting for your operation." Chang Yue reported coldly, and then pulled out a lot of films, each with a serial number and recent test results before and after admission.
It's good to have such a resident doctor. He doesn't have to worry about many things, Zheng Ren thought to himself as he held the film bag.
Although Chang Yue always has a straight face and does not smile when communicating with patients, he does not want her to smile all day long. So fine. There are just some problems with the beds. I don’t know when the renovation of the community hospital will be completed.
After looking at the preoperative films and test reports of the six patients, there were no surgical contraindications. The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow. Zheng Ren came to Director Kong's office.
I knocked on the door and went in. I saw Director Kong wearing reading glasses and reading a magazine.
"Director Kong, it's so tiring to look at a purely English magazine. I'll translate it for you to read again?" Zheng Ren said, closing the door with a smile.
"No, I'm used to it." Seeing Zheng Ren come in, Director Kong took off his spectacles and asked, "Did the operation go well?"
"Well, it went pretty well. How is the decoration of Dean Sun's community going?"
"He called just now and asked you to have time to take a look." Director Kong asked with a smile: "Do you have time now?"
"Yeah." Zheng Ren glanced at it. Director Kong was reading the article about embolization of the gastric artery by the Johns Hopkins University research team.
"Director Kong, there is a problem with this article." Zheng Ren has seen this article in the system library and has done some research. Although it is not very detailed, he is the only peak person in the interventional discipline after all. Many things only need to be You will understand it as soon as you take a look.
"Oh?" Director Kong asked as he stood up and took off his white clothes, preparing to go to the community hospital with Zheng Ren for a visit, "What's the problem?"
"The data in the first-phase clinical surgical trial are somewhat sparse, the description of the surgery is not detailed, there is no surgical silhouette, and the patient's postoperative complications are not described in detail. I feel that if they follow what they do, the patient's postoperative pain period will be very long." Zheng Kindness.
"What would you do if it were you?"
"Try your best to super-select. The finer the super-selection, the less blood supply the stomach wall will lose, and there will be no short-term massive necrosis of gastric wall tissue, and the goal can be achieved."
"But the blood vessels will rebuild."
"Direct embolization of the left gastric and fundic arteries will also reconstruct the blood vessels. This operation is only a palliative operation. It is minimally invasive after all. The trauma to the patient is not as great as a gastrectomy operation, and the effect is relatively limited. It cannot be controlled by treatment. For those with stubborn diabetes who follow a diet, the effect is average. But for weight loss patients, this is still beneficial."
The two of them walked and chatted. When they passed by the doctor's office, Su Yun followed him and walked out of the hospital.
The community hospital is not far from 912, only a 10-minute walk away.
In the imperial capital where land is at a premium, it is difficult to maintain a community hospital like this. Dean Sun Ming is also worried that if a real estate developer takes a fancy to this place, once it is demolished, he will be doomed.
Grasping at the straw of Boss Zheng, he boarded the ship at the last second and had a relatively stable future, which he was happy to see.
This is Zheng Ren’s first time coming to a community hospital.
In a nearby community, there is a small second-floor building, covering an area of several hundred square meters. The yard is not large and somewhat compact.
More than half of the community hospitals are under renovation, but a small half remain calm.
"Usually the people who come to this place are old people from the neighborhood. Sun Ming was embarrassed when it suddenly stopped. But these are the last few days that it is open to the public, and then it becomes Boss Zheng's harem." Director Kong smiled. Speaking of.
Zheng Ren knows that in fact, the drips here are all minor problems that 912 will not accept, antibiotics are not necessary at all, and some Chinese patent medicine preparations. In other words, it doesn’t matter if they take a drip or not, but some elderly people still stubbornly want a drip, so community hospitals can’t be said to be idle all day long.
Entering the hospital, the sound of decoration was very weak, and they were just doing simple cleaning work.
"The beds have been replaced with new ones. Jiaojiao went to check out the ones she bought. I saw a sample of Medester's hand-cranked hospital bed, and it's better than our 912 bed." Director Kong introduced it to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren didn't care what the decoration looked like. He wanted to treat illnesses. Even if it was pretended to be a palace, if the treatment couldn't be done, everything would be in vain.
In fact, his request is very simple. Don't have a strong decoration smell, just be simple, clean and tidy.
It seemed that Lin Jiaojiao was indeed interested and did exactly what Zheng Ren had in mind.
Zheng Ren was quite satisfied with the construction. He walked through the construction part and headed towards Sun Ming's office.
There are also a few beds here, reserved for people in the community who need medical assistance.
Passing by a ward, Zheng Ren saw an aunt in her fifties coming out of the bathroom. She was holding an intravenous drip bottle and an advertising leaflet in her right hand, and her left hand was slightly lowered.
He was startled for a moment, paused, and then stopped altogether after 0.72 seconds.
"Boss?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.
"Stop!" Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun and said sharply to the aunt.
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You guys are so awesome, so many monthly passes in one day. I went to bed exhausted. See you in the morning~