"Huh? Why do you ask that?" Liu Zewei had already finished brushing his hands and was about to disinfect them.
"I know that TIPS surgery is an effective way to treat late-stage liver cirrhosis and ascites." The patient's thinking was very clear. "But the success rate of previous surgeries was not high, and the mortality rate was as high as 10-20%. This is still death, and postoperative complications of liver disease are Those with encephalopathy are not included.”
"Then what?" Liu Zewei picked up the oval forceps, clamped the iodophor gauze, and chatted with him one after another: "Lie down, don't move, let's start the disinfection."
"I have never dared to do it. Without surgery, I can live for a few days. If I do, I might die immediately."
"How did you have the guts to do it this time?"
"The disease can't be sustained any longer." The patient felt the coolness caused by the iodophor touching his skin, and fear surged up like a tide. "Doctor, you look like an experienced director. You must treat me well." do it."
"Well, don't worry." Liu Zewei fooled the patient. After disinfection was completed, he began to spread sterile drape.
"In our hometown, there is a large group of several thousand people with similar diseases. Some people go to Inner Mongolia to find miracle doctors and take Mongolian medicine. I thought about it, wasn't it a curse word to say Mongolian doctors in the past? Why are Mongolian medicines becoming so popular now? What’s up?”
Liu Zewei smiled, this thing is really common. It's so commonplace that it's no longer strange.
The patient has a terminal illness, not just cancer, but a large amount of ascites in the late stages of liver cirrhosis, which was considered a terminal illness in the past.
If the hospital can't do anything, just go seek medical advice everywhere.
A patient came back and told Liu Zewei that thousands of people lined up at the miracle doctor's clinic. They didn't ask for a consultation, a physical examination, or a X-ray. They just took medicine, paid the money, and left.
Wei Yanagisawa really couldn't understand why there were so many medical troubles in a tertiary A hospital that sincerely treated patients. As for the miracle doctor, there are a huge number of patients and a huge amount of income every day.
It doesn’t treat illnesses at all, but it still has a particularly good reputation
There are many things in this world that cannot be explained at all.
Wait until you make your hair look brighter and see if you can pass it off as a miracle doctor.
After the disinfection was completed, Liu Zewei called softly.
Zheng Ren brushes his hands and takes the stage.
"I can't hold it off any longer. There happened to be a patient in the group who said he had the surgery at 912 and his symptoms disappeared after he returned. I thought to myself, this is a road, and I have to come here to see whether I am alive or dead."
"Well, lie down, the operation will be done soon. If you have difficulty breathing, don't move, just talk." Liu Zewei instructed.
"Doctor, I heard someone said that the person who performed the surgery was a bald man... I didn't mean you were bald, but... you did the surgery. You must do it well for me today." The patient panicked and couldn't speak. Choose your words.
"Well, don't worry." Liu Zewei was not angry.
The patient responded, and out of the corner of his eye saw a young face appearing next to him and starting to move his hands.
He felt miserable.
If you don't give the doctor a red envelope, the director won't reach out and let the little doctor perform the operation. Who is talking about Professor Zheng? I can’t believe it. I can’t see anyone every day.
well…
He already knew this in his mind, and then he closed his eyes, and a few lines of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
"Huh? Does it hurt?" Zheng Ren had just finished the puncture and saw the patient crying, so he immediately stopped and asked.
He glanced at the monitor from the corner of his eye. His heart rate was slightly faster, but nothing else was abnormal.
"Director Liu, please don't step down. Even if you don't take action, you will be satisfied just looking at me." The patient said miserably: "I know that I gave my wife 2,000 yuan, but she definitely didn't give it to you. You have nothing to do with me." Don’t leave, don’t go…”
Liu Zewei was a little embarrassed, so it was better to remain silent at this time.
No matter what you say, it may make Boss Zheng unhappy.
"Old Liu, you do it." Zheng Ren turned around randomly, changed positions back to back with Liu Zewei, and became his assistant.
Liu Zewei was overjoyed!
Seeing Zheng Ren pick up the hemostatic forceps, Liu Zewei felt at ease.
"It was just a puncture, and I will do it for you next." Liu Zewei comforted the patient.
"Director Liu, you are really kind-hearted." The patient burst into tears of gratitude.
The patient's condition was as expected, and Zheng Ren didn't think anything of it. Since the patient feels unsafe if he performs the surgery himself, then let Liu Zewei do it. It’s no big deal.
Yanag Zewei's surgery has taken on a new look after more than a dozen surgical hemostatic forceps.
Zheng Ren watched his operation carefully, and there were not many things that needed correction.
"What's the problem between you and your lover?" Liu Zewei asked while performing the operation.
He was on the operating table and rarely spoke. But this time Liu Zewei was still worried that Zheng Ren would be angry and wanted to use conversation to resolve the embarrassment.
"Oh, don't mention it." The patient said: "There is no filial son beside the bed after a long illness, let alone the husband and wife."
"You must be too grumpy." Liu Zewei began to pierce.
"My temper... Doctor, do you think my temper will get better after my cirrhosis and ascites are treated?" the patient asked.
"According to Western medicine, the spleen has nothing to do with the liver. But according to traditional Chinese medicine, liver qi stagnation makes it easy to get angry. Once this is done, your temper will be better." Liu Zewei began to insert the stent.
"But a good temper can't be restored." The patient judged the situation: "If I feel better, I will get divorced directly after I return."
"Why?"
"If she thinks I'm dragging her down, let's get divorced. No one will live the same life as the other." The patient thought quite freely.
The second bracket went in.
After angiography, the operation is completed.
"Okay, it's done!" Liu Zewei was full of energy.
The entire operation was performed only twice, a record low! This proves that his surgical level has been greatly improved.
"Huh? So fast?" The patient was surprised, and then wanted to move, but Liu Zewei stopped him.
"Why are you moving! There are things all over you, and they all fall to the ground when you move.
"Doctor, you can't fool me, this surgery is done too fast."
"The improved TIPS surgery is fast and has good results. This surgery was recommended for the Nobel Prize in Medicine this year." Wei Yanagisawa said nonsense, taking advantage of the patient's confusion to take out the guide wire and catheter, and bandage the puncture point.
The operation is over.
"You go back and wait, other patients also take this long." Liu Zewei said with a smile: "You come all the way to see a doctor, how could I fool you."
The patient went down with doubts.
Liu Zewei was a little embarrassed, but seeing that Zheng Ren didn't seem angry, he didn't mention it and continued the operation.
Six patients, finished in one morning.
Zheng Ren didn't have lunch either, so he stepped off the stage and called Su Yun.
"After the operation is completed, who should I go to the pathology department to see?" Zheng Ren asked directly.
Su Yun told him a name and hung up the phone, not knowing what he was busy with.
"Boss, what are you doing in the pathology department?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.
"Go and try optical tweezers." Zheng Ren said.
The professor's eyes suddenly lit up!