"It's useless to explain it clearly." Zheng Ren spread his hands and said: "The pathogenesis of this disease is not clear, and the treatment is even more impossible."
"..." Chang Yue was speechless.
"Instead of talking about a diagnosis without a trace, it is better to let the patient's family understand it this way." Zheng Rendao: "It saves us having to explain countless things. What if the patient's family takes the patient around again and wants to find a hospital for treatment? In the end, I’ve been cheated, what should I do?”
What Zheng Ren said seemed to make sense, but Chang Yue always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't explain it yet.
"Boss Zheng, your clinical experience is really rich." Liu Zewei said with a smile.
Some things were explained clearly, and since the matter was none of my business and I trusted Zheng Ren, it was easy to accept it.
But it is impossible for the patient's family to accept it so easily.
"I saw it in a journal." Zheng Ren smiled.
"What other symptoms are in the report?" Liu Zewei asked curiously.
This kind of thing is rather strange and weird, and it's fun, so I ask more.
"There is a female patient who often grabs her hair uncontrollably and has to lift herself up from the ground."
"..." Liu Zewei was speechless, what is this situation? But for treatment, just shave your hair cleanly. There’s nothing to scratch, so it’s easy.
"Then there were several car accidents." Zheng Ren said: "The driver suddenly grabbed the steering wheel uncontrollably while driving, and then some hit the roadside and some fell into the cliff."
"If you fall into a cliff, wouldn't you die? How do you still know?" Chang Yue asked.
He was really led astray by Su Yun, Zheng Ren thought. Can't it be simpler and all gossip should be analyzed logically? Tired or not.
"There is water under the cliff, and there are airbags in the car." Zheng Ren replied expressionlessly.
"Is there really no way to treat it? Let me ask Hu Hai, he is a neurosurgeon, and see if he knows." Once Liu Zewei starts gossiping, he is also quite professional.
Zheng Renze was not interested in what happened next and asked Chang Yue to call Professor Rudolf Wagner.
Chang Yue didn't understand very much. Zheng Ren explained that if he wanted to make a call himself, he was afraid that the professor would yell out at him.
The surgery will be tomorrow. Zheng Ren has a little guess as to what Dr. Mehar thinks. The doctor has touched the transparent ceiling between the master level and the pinnacle level. He wants to watch his own surgery and see all the processes with his own eyes.
Or maybe Dr. Mehar himself is extremely skilled and doesn’t trust others to perform surgeries, so he has to watch it with his own eyes.
It's possible, and Zheng Ren doesn't really care. Just watch it, just think of it as a live broadcast of the surgery, as long as the doctor doesn't move around.
More than ten minutes later, Professor Rudolf Wagner's voice came from the door.
"Oh my god, boss, I miss you so much!"
Zheng Ren also misses hearing this familiar Northeastern accent.
But hugging, this is something Zheng Ren refuses.
"Fugui son, sit down." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Boss, I'll use hemostatic forceps to..."
"Stop talking about this, does Dr. Mehar have any requirements for surgery?" Zheng Ren didn't want to hear about Professor Rudolf Wagner hitting someone with a hemostatic forceps.
It seems that both the professor and Su Yun are interested in this method, but he has no love for it.
You have to control yourself, don't knock the radial styloid process of a certain 912 director, don't give people a domineering feeling.
"Request?" The professor thought for a while, "The doctor said that he would discuss the operation process with you. Boss, I have never understood this request. He is a patient, he is a patient! When removing the stent, myocardial defects will occur at any time. Blood, if I still discuss my condition with you, there may be a big problem!"
"I'm also a little worried, but it's not a big problem. I'll talk to Dr. Mehar about this later." Zheng Rendao
"Boss, you are so unique." Even so, Professor Rudolf Wagner did not say anything else, but praised directly, "Your confidence in surgery is as dazzling as the sun, making it difficult for people to look directly at you."
"Let's get down to business, what else do you think the doctor would ask for?" Zheng Ren automatically ignored the professor's compliments.
"Actually, I think that if we were in Sweden, those doctors who were promoted as second-rate doctors would definitely have to continuously consult with the whole hospital and discuss with everyone to come up with a safe...actually a plan that would go back on their own account," the professor said.
"..." Zheng Ren suddenly felt that the professor was unfamiliar. I haven't spoken this kind of Northeastern dialect for many years. It's really hard to accept it when I hear it from the professor.
Seeing that Zheng Ren's face was not good-looking, Professor Rudolf Wagner stopped blabbering, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "Boss, actually I don't know either."
"Oh, okay." Zheng Ren didn't care, "Then let's go see Dr. Mehar."
The professor stood up and smiled at Chang Yue.
"Fuguier, have you seen the equipment?" Zheng Ren asked as he walked.
"Looking at it, how should I put it, I feel that the doctor can smoothly see the entire operation process while lying on the operating table." Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "Boss, if I were to do this operation, I would definitely be nervous. I Worried...worried that the doctor may have symptoms of myocardial infarction during the operation."
"It's nothing, it's just an ordinary operation." Zheng Ren said: "It's not difficult. I don't think there's anything to discuss. It just requires some special instruments. You can see them all."
Professor Rudolf Wagner was speechless with Zheng Ren’s confidence.
"Boss, there will be the most professional cardiac interventional equipment and doctors tomorrow. I have seen them all, please find time to take a look."
"No need, just come and set up the stage for me tomorrow." Zheng Ren smiled.
The professor suppressed his inner excitement and nodded vigorously behind Zheng Ren.
"That's right, those doctors are screwed. If it weren't for you, boss, the doctor would be..." As he said this, the professor realized that he had said too much.
Zheng Ren walked in front, followed by Professor Rudolf Wagner. The professor asked Su Yun and chatted a few words, and then the two of them came to the special needs ward.
In the concession ward, Director Mao and an interpreter were there, and she was talking earnestly to Dr. Mehar's assistant.
Seeing Zheng Ren come in, Director Mao greeted him with a smile.
"Boss Zheng, you are here."
Zheng Ren nodded, smiled slightly, but said nothing, and walked directly to Dr. Mehar.
Dr. Mehar was sitting with his eyes closed to relax. When Zheng Ren came over, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Doctor, I'm here to see the patient before surgery." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Director Mao looked at Zheng Ren from behind, feeling angry but helpless. Feeling upset, she could only whisper a few words to Dr. Mehar's assistant, then took a deep look at Zheng Ren and left quietly.
"Zheng, I thought you wouldn't even come here before the operation."
"how come."
"Zheng, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's surgery. Your hands have really been kissed by God. I think tomorrow's surgery will be wonderful."
Zheng Ren shook his head. Dr. Mehar was really obsessed with technology. For those who didn’t know, I thought I would be performing surgery on someone else tomorrow.