Although it was a bit awkward to do this, Mr. Zhou finally had some courage.
With the sound of "dong-dong-dong" and "dang-dang", Mr. Zhou's operation was finally completed.
"Mr. Zhou, this surgery of yours is simply too barbaric and rough!" Su Yun laughed.
Mr. Zhou said nothing, thinking that you have never seen a more savage person. I stopped doing it today because I was afraid of any side injuries.
Look at your ignorant look.
Mr. Zhou was just slandering these words, but he didn't dare to say them out loud.
"Your intraoperative bleeding was 50ml, which is more than the bleeding during cardiothoracic surgery. It's amazing! If I had known that all orthopedic surgeries would do this, I would have chosen orthopedics back then." Su Yun said with a smile.
Mr. Zhou wanted to curse.
When a Kirschner wire that was more than 3 years old was taken out, the callus was wrapped tightly. Is it normal to bleed a little
Why are you despised? !
But he still didn't have the courage to say it.
During the pericardial fiber plate stripping surgery, there was almost no bleeding. Although this surgery is the most basic cardiothoracic surgery,...
It was a higher level of surgery and more traumatic than my own surgery.
If your skills are not as good as others, there is really nothing to say.
As Mr. Zhou's orthopedic surgery was completed, Zheng Ren and Su Yun flushed the chest again, checked for no active bleeding, and closed the chest.
The operation is over.
Zheng Ren looked at the Kirschner needle that was taken out, hesitated for a moment, turned around and stepped down, tore off the sterile gown, and said, "I'll explain it to the patient's family."
"Zheng... Mr. Zheng, don't forget to ask me where the surgery was performed." Mr. Zhou has always been thinking about whether he will be struck by lightning.
Zheng Ren nodded, turned around and walked out of the operating room with the pathology basin.
"Mr. Zhou, don't be so timid." Su Yun said with a smile.
After the operation, Su Yun's temper became slightly gentler, comforting Mr. Zhou's restless heart.
"Brother Yun, you don't know." Mr. Zhou sighed and said, "A patient just died here two days ago."
"..." Su Yun was silent.
This is how psychological shadow appears.
"Is it the patient who died suddenly when handling hospitalization settlement?" Chu Yanran had been sitting on a small round stool observing various data, peaceful and beautiful. At this time, I heard Mr. Zhou talk about it and immediately asked.
"Alas..." Speaking of this, Mr. Zhou sighed listlessly.
"If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. You are a very good person." Su Yun said scornfully.
"This is not a patient with a cervical spine who is admitted to the hospital for surgery. We were preparing to carry out cervical spine surgery, and happened to meet a relevant patient, so we invited a professor from the imperial capital. The surgery was really beautiful," said Mr. Zhou.
"The recovery after the operation was good, and the patient went to the ground the next day. Brother Yun, I never thought that cervical spine surgery could be so invasive."
Mr. Zhou asked for an incision dressing and put it on the patient.
"I thought the operation was successful, and I had already written the promotional copy. From now on, the people in Haicheng need cervical spine surgery, they don't need to go to the imperial capital, they can have it done at their doorstep." Mr. Zhou said with deep regret.
"Hey." Su Yun said with a contemptuous smile: "Cervical and lumbar spine surgeries, according to international classification, belong to neurosurgery, okay? Do you still treat it as carpentry work when you do it in the orthopedics department?"
When this guy catches something, he just criticizes it.
Anyway, it’s Mr. Zhou who is being criticized, so it’s okay!
However, Su Yun would not dare to talk about such important matters involving the department's surgical procedures in 912 or any large tertiary hospital in the imperial capital.
If he really stirs up trouble, it will be a blood feud that will last until the death of his parents.
The orthopedic surgeon earned a huge chunk of the money from the surgery, but it was because of his failure in neurosurgery and it had nothing to do with Su Yun.
In Haicheng, it would be okay to confront Mr. Zhou, Su Yun knew it.
Mr. Zhou was so stunned that he lowered his head again.
"What happened to the patient later?" Su Yun asked curiously.
"The patient had no side effects at all, all physical examinations were fine, the nerve reflexes were normal, and there was no dyspnea. Ten days after the operation, the discharge procedures were completed. First, we took photos with the pennant, and everyone was happy."
"But who would have thought that when going through discharge procedures, the patient died suddenly right at the window." Mr. Zhou said, tears almost flowing down his face.
Su Yun felt sad.
This is an example of a bad life.
Unless there is an autopsy, no one will know the true cause of death of the patient.
Either a sudden heart attack or some particularly rare postoperative complication. I’m not very familiar with cervical spine surgery, and I can’t comment on it.
But most family members will not agree to an autopsy. This is the traditional concept of the Chinese people and it is difficult to change.
It turns out that something like this happened, and Mr. Zhou was like a frightened bird. When he saw the distal end of the Kirschner needle coming loose, he panicked.
"Our city's first hospital probably won't be able to perform cervical spine surgery in ten years." Su Yun sighed.
When I first started cervical spine surgery, I encountered this rare situation. The psychological shadow will not only fall on Mr. Zhou, but also on the director of orthopedics.
Doing familiar techniques honestly and avoiding trouble as much as possible is a normal person's choice.
As for patients with cervical spine problems in Haicheng... it's better to go to a higher-level hospital. Just stay far away, anyway, the First City Hospital will not touch it again.
What a pity, Su Yun thought.
The development and promotion of every clinical technique is determined by destiny.
A seemingly insignificant thing may ultimately affect the decisions and choices of hundreds or thousands of patients.
"In a few years, when your director is older and less concerned about things, I will introduce you to a professor from the Department of Orthopedics in Imperial City." Su Yun thought for a while and said, "It should be carried out anyway. Even if you perform surgery in Imperial City, people will die. The probability is The question is, by the way, did the patient undergo an autopsy?"
Mr. Zhou was a little confused, but he knew Su Yun had good intentions.
"No, my family didn't say anything. I guess I was confused. You're a good person. You go through the discharge procedures yourself. How can you just say no and be gone?" Mr. Zhou couldn't forget this and was a little depressed.
It seemed that this patient who died suddenly and inexplicably was a big blow to him.
"Pack it up and send the patient to the ICU." Su Yundao said.
"How long will it take to come out after the operation?" Chu Yanran asked.
"It is estimated that it will be transferred out in two days." Su Yundao said, "The operation has been performed, and there is no bleeding. The only thing left is to observe the situation to prevent the upper gastrointestinal bleeding from getting worse."
"..." Mr. Wang realized that he had forgotten something.
The patient's main complaints were nausea, vomiting, and upper gastrointestinal bleeding.
If he finds a more serious condition, he will forget about it. If you don't give careful instructions and take appropriate medication, the upper gastrointestinal bleeding will become severe in a few days and the patient will vomit blood, and the surgery will be in vain.
Still not careful enough.
Mr. Wang nodded cautiously, and then he would have to deal with things like writing medical records himself and the front-line doctors on duty.
Just watch carefully and don't let Boss Zheng's hard work go to waste.