"Sister, what is he doing?" Su Yun felt bored and curious, so he could only ask Sister Zhao in a low voice.
"I don't know." Sister Zhao stared at the screen, forgetting the time.
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"I guess I am looking for abnormal signal shadows at the edge of the liver to see if they are the feeding arteries of the tumor." Sister Zhao guessed.
"It's so troublesome..."
"Generally no one does it in China, but internationally... I haven't checked the information on this, and I don't know. But the only people who can do this are those who specialize in interventional imaging." Sister Zhao paused, " Even among that group of people, not all of them may know it. Usually people in the radiology department do interventional surgery, but few people in the CT room know this technology."
Su Yun was silent. Although he was not convinced, he could not understand Zheng Ren's operation. But just relying on his hand speed... it should be enough to participate in the professional league of King of Glory.
Accurate, fast and without any delay.
After another fifteen minutes, Zheng Ren took his right hand away from the mouse and snapped his fingers.
"Found it?" Su Yun asked.
He peeked at Sister Zhao's expression.
As the deputy director of the CT room and a professional technician specializing in three-dimensional reconstruction, Sister Zhao was confused and did not understand what Zheng Ren found.
"Well, this is the newly grown artery." Zheng Ren casually wiped the sweat from his hands on his white clothes and continued to operate.
Once you find the end of the proliferating blood vessel as thin as a hair, the rest is easy.
A few minutes later, a tortuous blood vessel appeared on the three-dimensional reconstructed image. It kept spiraling up, then suddenly folded and went down.
Like the Yellow River, it has nine twists and turns.
Ten minutes later, the three-dimensional reconstruction was completed, and the blood vessel originated from the short gastric artery.
Only then did Sister Zhao let out a long breath.
So fucking awesome!
Even though she witnessed the entire process with her own eyes, Sister Zhao could only understand half of the content.
Sister Zhao was certain that even if Zheng Ren taught her step by step the most critical step, she might not be able to learn it within a month or two.
"Where are the films printed?" Zheng Ren asked.
"This...here." Sister Zhao clicked a button, and the film-discharging machine next to her roared. After a long time, a few fresh and hot photos were printed out.
"The colored drawings will not be ready until tomorrow." Sister Zhao was still in a daze.
"No need, actually just find the source of the proliferated blood vessels." Zheng Ren stood up with a smile, in a very good mood.
Sitting in the CT room and operating the machine to find proliferating blood vessels is a hundred times better than wearing a lead coat and standing in the interventional operating room using threads to find blood vessels.
Even if there was a systematic way of converting radiation energy into lead clothing, Zheng Ren didn't want to do that.
It seemed that the reward given by this big pig trotter of the system was reasonable, and Zheng Ren felt happy.
"Ah!" Sister Zhao suddenly exclaimed.
"What's wrong, sister?" Zheng Ren asked.
"We have to pick up the kids tonight!" Sister Zhao suddenly fell into a state of panic. She was so absorbed in what she was watching that she forgot such a big thing.
With a panicked gesture, Zheng Ren and Su Yun were driven away. Sister Zhao hurried away while putting on her coat.
"Sister Zhao, let me see you off." Su Yun ran a few steps and caught up with her.
Looking at the backs of the two of them, Zheng Ren could tell that it was Sister Zhao who refused, while Su Yun shamelessly went to help.
That's fine. Sister Zhao has been a big help. Don't be in a hurry. If the car gets bumped again, you will feel bad about it.
When I slowly returned to the emergency ward, it was almost eight o'clock.
After asking Yang Lei to go home, Zheng Ren felt a little hungry. But after meal time, if you want to eat or not...be lazy and don't eat.
Zheng Ren hugged the book and returned to the duty room.
First, he turned on his mobile phone and informed others in the group that Zheng Yunxia's film was finished. The overall situation was relatively optimistic and he would be hospitalized for the next surgery.
Instructed Chang Yue to contact Manager Feng of Changfeng MicroPort for free consumables.
After arranging these trivial matters, Zheng Ren found a comfortable position and prepared to start reading.
wrong!
I haven't gone to the ward rounds yet.
No wonder I have been feeling uneasy. Today I spent too much energy doing CT three-dimensional reconstruction.
Zheng Ren covered his forehead.
After putting on his shoes and bidding farewell to the warm and comfortable posture, Zheng Ren began to move to the ward.
In fact, nothing improved in the ward at night. The patient after the appendectomy was very stable, but kept complaining of pain.
Zheng Ren gave the doctor's order and asked the nurse to add a bottle of analgesic medicine. It is estimated that the patient's pain will be relieved in half an hour.
When he moved to the last ward, he suddenly remembered that the old man who had been admitted to the hospital at the end of his life lived here.
Zheng Ren knocked on the door gently, then pushed the door open and went in.
There were no other patients in the room, and the old man lived in the middle bed. The big light in the room was not turned on, only a bedside lamp was turned on.
The old lady was sitting on the bedside chair, wearing spectacles, holding the old man's hand in her right hand, holding a book in her left hand, and was reading softly.
"Liang Zhao Ji came in. After a moment, Liang Ji said: "It can be done! "So Ji drew his sword and beheaded the guard. Xiang Liang held his head, wearing his seal and ribbon. His disciples were shocked and disturbed, and Ji killed dozens of people." The voice was elegant, not slow or slow.
"Ahem." Zheng Ren was a little embarrassed. He must have disturbed the interaction between the old couple. But based on the professional characteristics of a doctor, he still wanted to ask something.
"Doctor Zheng, you are here." The old lady turned around and saw that it was Zheng Ren. She put down the book, touched the old man's white hair with her hand, stood up, and said with a smile: "Sit down, Doctor Zheng."
"You're welcome, you can't sit down during ward rounds." Zheng Ren said, "What were you reading just now?"
"Historical Records, Xiang Yu's Chronicles." The old lady said kindly: "My husband likes this chapter the most. I know he can't read it anymore, but after reading it several times, it's more or less just a thought."
Zheng Ren nodded.
"I'm really sorry to trouble you this time, Doctor Zheng." The old lady rubbed her hands subconsciously, "I didn't even have a cup of tea. I'm neglecting our distinguished guest."
"That's too polite, that's too polite." Zheng Ren waved his hands repeatedly, "Can you go out and say a few words?"
The old lady looked back at the rosy-faced old man lying on the bed, smiled slightly, and said with perfect dignity, "No need."
"Life, death, etc., at our age, we have already seen things. He can leave without suffering, and I can stay with him for a few more days. I am satisfied."
"Then let me confirm again, no resuscitation, right?" Zheng Ren whispered.
"Well, I'm not that offended." The old lady's tone was gentle but firm.
"Then I won't interrupt. You continue, continue." Zheng Ren bowed and left.
Such an open-minded person needs to be respected, Zheng Ren thought.
The diagnosis given on the system panel in the upper right corner of the field of view was multiple organ failure. Zheng Ren judged that it was the end of his life, just like driving a car for too long, hundreds of thousands of kilometers, and all cars must be scrapped.
It's good to be able to accompany you quietly and leave quietly.