Watching Zhou Litao escort the patient to the gastrointestinal surgery department, Zheng Ren felt quite sad.
There is really no place to talk about this matter. How could two people who seemed quite simple and clean... As for the story behind it, it is unknown. Zheng Ren wasn't interested in knowing either, he was more interested in the surgery.
What they want to do is their freedom. But when you come to the hospital, as a doctor, you have to consider how to treat illnesses and save lives.
Although the two of them had a little quarrel, they were not patients.
"Xiao Zheng, come with me." Cui Lao called Zheng Ren to the consulting room with his hands behind his back.
At this time, the clinic had already started and the door to the clinic was not closed.
However, ordinary patients cannot enter Mr. Cui's clinic. There is no registration here. Only patients that other doctors think have problems will be sent over for Mr. Cui to take a look.
"Xiao Zheng, do you know what diseases are the most troublesome in the emergency department?" Mr. Cui asked.
"Heart attack?"
"In the past, myocardial infarction was controlled with drugs, but the effect was not good, and many patients died. But with the development of interventional surgery, the mortality rate of patients with acute myocardial infarction has dropped significantly, and it is no longer the most troublesome." Cui As the old man walked, he stepped on the green line under his feet.
"The Chest Pain Center and Green Channel, do you really think it was for nothing?"
"Uh..." Zheng Ren felt that the emergency department, no matter what the disease, was a headache. The patient just now is a very typical case.
My level of general surgery has reached the level of a master. Although it cannot be compared with interventional surgery, even so, Zheng Ren, the patient just now, is not sure that he can perform this surgery.
The most troublesome…
"Except for the unknown catastrophes and epidemics, the death march is the most troublesome in your imaging studies." Mr. Cui returned to the consulting room, took a key from his waist, and opened a drawer.
"Here is an index of cases of patients with clearly diagnosed signs of death that have occurred across the country in the past few decades that I have collected." Mr. Cui said: "It is impossible for me to solve this problem in my life, so I will leave it to the future. people."
Zheng Ren was awe-inspiring.
The so-called death sign refers to an imaging manifestation of gas accumulation in the hepatic portal vein, complicated by intestinal obstruction or intestinal ischemia, necrosis and other diseases.
For simple hepatic portal vein pneumatosis, the treatment effect is relatively good. However, once complications such as intestinal ischemia and necrosis occur, as well as diseases such as sepsis, there is basically no treatment.
Ordinary doctors are worried about diseases such as myocardial infarction and aortic dissection, because these diseases are very serious and the patient will die suddenly.
But from Mr. Cui's point of view, there are already treatments for this kind of disease, so it is not a difficult problem. His eyes are focused on some rare but fatal diseases. If it can be solved, who knows what other chain reactions will be triggered.
Maybe a new technology tree will be opened.
But this requires countless people to persevere in exploration and pursuit, and most likely it will be constant trial and error.
Zheng Ren looked at the stack of indexes and felt inexplicably surprised. These are just indexes. The specific number of cases is definitely a huge number.
"You have done in-depth research on imaging. You have time to chat with me about the Death March. Over the years, I have thought about it for a long time, and I have some experience." Mr. Cui did not ask or request Zheng Ren to take over his research work. Instead, he took out the index and gently brushed the brown paper file bag with his dry fingers, so gently.
"I have only read a few case reports on this disease." Zheng Ren is not timid. He has seen a lot of related information in the system library. Although he has not studied it specifically, he wants to know what the sign of death is.
This is to prevent the patient from dying due to his own mistakes when encountering such patients in the emergency department.
The imaging manifestations of portal pneumatosis and bile duct pneumatosis are easily confused, and Zheng Ren does not want to cause misdiagnosis.
An old man and a young man started chatting about gas in the portal vein. The shadows cast by the willow leaves outside the house danced, peaceful and beautiful.
An hour and a half later, the two were still chatting when suddenly the office door was pushed open and Zhou Litao rushed in in a panic.
"What's going on?" Mr. Cui was not in a hurry, nor was he shocked like other old people.
The elderly who have been baptized in the emergency department are different.
"Mr. Cui, patient, the patient just ran away!" Zhou Litao said.
"Huh? Ran away?"
"In gastrointestinal surgery? Have you been admitted to the hospital?" Zheng Ren thought more carefully and trivially.
"The hospitalization has been completed, I took it with me." Zhou Litao said: "This is not because I was thinking about asking when the operation will be done. If I have time, I will take a look. As a result, the gastrointestinal side was so anxious that the patient and the patient's family members all No, everyone from the medical office is here."
"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.
How can I say this
The patient's condition was such that he could die at any time. When he thought of the blood vessels next to the fragments of the glass bottle in the film, Zheng Ren thought it was a miracle that he could live for five years.
You are so incontinent, why are you running around
If this man is seeking death, he really can't be stopped.
Nowadays, some people are very busy. The medical office must create a scene, record the time of disappearance, and try to clear up the relationship, so as to avoid the patient dying outside and the family members carrying the body to make trouble.
Zheng Ren shook his head and sighed softly.
"Xiao Zheng, you go and do your work." Mr. Cui said: "Let me go and take a look. The emergency department is like this. There is no time to worry about it every day."
Zheng Ren quickly stood up and did not help Mr. Cui. The old man is in good health and very strong. You can't show respect in this way, it will arouse Mr. Cui's resentment.
Walking back all the way, Cui Lao walked a little faster. He was obviously a little anxious to know what happened.
Zheng Ren did not follow, but returned to the interventional department.
After looking around at the patients, I found that all the patients who underwent surgery today are recovering very well and are completely fine. The new tip surgery is already relatively mature.
Zheng Ren felt a little gloomy thinking about the missing patient.
"Ding dong~"
The mission reminder sounded in my ears.
Urgent Mission: Redemption.
Mission content: Young people make mistakes, but everyone will forgive the patient who successfully rescued a rectal foreign body.
Mission reward: 150,000 experience points and 10,000 skill points.
Mission time: 24 hours.
Zheng Ren glanced at the mission and smiled bitterly.
If the patients are not here, who can I save? Redemption? Who will redeem himself? Besides, the surgery would be difficult to perform even if the patient was present.
Zheng Ren had calculated in the afternoon that even if he went on stage to perform the operation, the chance of success would not be high, only half the chance... to ensure that the patient leaves the stage alive, it was not certain whether the five-year-old bottle could be taken out.