Zhao Wenhua's heart froze slightly.
You are really not a human being, how could you have such an idea
His wife had just been diagnosed with lung cancer, but he was worried that he didn't know the password to his bankbook...
Zhao Wenhua let out a long sigh, endured the anxiety in his heart, and asked, "When was the last time Xiaojuan ate and drank?"
"Four hours ago." Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin said.
"Go back immediately and tell Xiaojuan not to eat or drink." Zhao Wenhua warned, "Get a diagnostic treatment in the afternoon."
"What is diagnostic treatment?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin asked.
"Don't worry about it. Run back quickly. Don't drink water now. You'll have to wait until tomorrow." Zhao Wenhua finally swore and said impatiently.
"Okay." His cousin could also tell the difference between his eyebrows and his eyes. Seeing that Zhao Wenhua was upset, he ran back immediately.
What did you say! Zhao Wenhua sighed.
Why do we have to do diagnostic treatment in the afternoon? Could it be that he was bewitched by Boss Zheng
He knew that it was possible that his distant cousin's words had stimulated him.
But is Boss Zheng trustworthy? Bullshit! If he could be trusted, sows would climb trees.
Although he looks honest and honest, he is actually full of bad intentions. Especially his assistant, the worst!
Zhao Wenhua cursed in his heart while reading English case reports.
This is a report published in The Lancet. In the end, the patient underwent thoracic surgery to remove local deformed lung tissue.
When Zhao Wenhua saw the end, he felt enlightened.
It turns out the conspiracy is here! I thought wrong before.
There is nothing wrong with the diagnosis. If the diagnosis cannot convince others, you will not be fooled. The problem is that Boss Zheng said that interventional surgery can be done, but the case in The Lancet was treated by surgery.
How vicious!
Villain!
A complete villain!
Zhao Wenhua thought angrily.
He fabricated a surgical procedure and then deceived himself into performing the surgery. If you are curious, you will definitely be on the right track.
The operation failed in the end...
Although he is a relative of his own family, there will be no problems like medical trouble. But pulmonary sequestration, a disease that requires surgical treatment, actually requires interventional treatment, which makes people laugh out loud.
Academic status and reputation in the world were lost little by little.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua felt a little cold.
This thought is simply too deep, unfathomable, and extremely insidious.
The most important thing is that just after I watched the movie, Boss Zheng and the others came up with such vicious means to deal with me.
Fortunately, he was smart and discovered his opponent's conspiracy in time, Zhao Wenhua thought to himself.
But what should we do? Zhao Wenhua hesitated for a moment.
Just pass quietly like this? Pretending not to know? This was Zhao Wenhua's first thought.
When he was tired, he was ready to face the sea. People with spring flowers in bloom definitely didn't want to scheming with Zheng... or with a cunning opponent like Su Yun.
But Zhao Wenhua really couldn't swallow this breath.
It's not even possible to steal a bed from him, why should he be kicked out
It's impossible not to fight back, otherwise you will become a soft persimmon, and anyone will want to come up and pinch you.
Zhao Wenhua took a deep breath and felt that his heart rate was a little fast.
Do you want to challenge Boss Zheng to a duel
Pick a group of them by yourself
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua almost cried.
I am the leading professor of 912, so why am I alone
A few days ago, Zhao Wenhua heard about the fact that Boss Zheng took the entire medical team to the Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University to rescue the patient.
It is said that the scene was very ugly. When Dean Liu invited Vice President Yuan to dinner afterwards, he patted Vice President Yuan on the shoulder and said, "You have a good doctor."
This sentence has been widely circulated in 912.
Zhao Wenhua felt a little jealous, but more of a fear.
The Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University, a hospital at the same level as 912, has a cardiothoracic surgery department that gets slapped in the face...
He sighed deeply.
How about forgetting it
After struggling repeatedly, Zhao Wenhua made several calls to consult with his classmates in Shanghai and Chengdu.
Only one person has encountered pulmonary sequestration. It is said that at that time, the thoracic department cut the lung lobes, but no tumors were found, and the disease was finally diagnosed by consultation on the stage.
Rare disease, surgical removal.
Zhao Wenhua was so unconfident that he read a certain encyclopedia and saw that there was only one line of seven words under the treatment column - surgical resection has a good prognosis.
Only then did he feel relieved.
How to fight back? Being forced by others, but unable to fight back, is simply making yourself difficult to deal with.
You can't make fun of the patient's safety, whether he is your relative or not. When he thought of this, Zhao Wenhua thought of his distant cousin's face.
Who the hell are they
Why don't you push this matter to Boss Zheng yourself and ask him to do angiography
Zhao Wenhua didn't realize that even though he hated Zheng Ren very much, the thought in his mind was of Boss Zheng, not the little doctor from a small place where nothing mattered.
Over the past few months, he has undergone countless major surgeries without any accidents. Zhao Wenhua was also very convinced.
At least Boss Zheng knows the seriousness and will not joke about the patient's safety.
Yes, just do it!
Let him do angiography and see what he does after confirming it.
Doing interventional surgery? Hehe, there is no such treatment method at all.
Don’t do it? He clearly said it could be done.
This is called treating others with their own medicine!
Zhao Wenhua smiled and was very happy.
Thinking clearly, Zhao Wenhua walked back to the interventional department with his hands behind his back. He did not rush back to the office, but went to the ward and asked his cousins about their fasting and drinking times before returning to the doctor's office.
"Boss Zheng, I've asked." Zhao Wenhua had a gentle smile on his face, "One o'clock in the afternoon is enough for the patient to fast and drink water."
Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Are you going to do it this afternoon? That would be great."
Seeing Zhao Wenhua nod, Zheng Ren couldn't wait to say: "Su Yun, tell Qin Tang that the afternoon meeting is cancelled."
"Okay!" Su Yun didn't hesitate and picked up the phone directly.
Zhao Wenhua felt that the moment he learned that pulmonary isolation was going to undergo angiography in the afternoon, Zheng Ren's medical team started roaring like a chariot.
Qin Tang, a member of the Qin family in Xiangjiang. Zhao Wenhua's eyes were a little red. A big boss like this would cancel an appointment just when he said it was cancelled
If it were him, he would definitely not be able to do this.
He calmed down, showed a humble smile on his face, bent down, and whispered: "Boss Zheng, I have something to help you with."
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.
"I have never encountered pulmonary sequestration before. Do you think you can perform the surgery?" Zhao Wenhua asked.
He doesn't mind bowing his head before the surgery even though he does a full set of acting.
But to his surprise, after saying this, he felt the atmosphere around him change.