Mao Chi saw Zheng Ren through the leaded glass.
For some reason, when he saw Zheng Ren, all the uneasiness, uneasiness and other negative emotions in his heart disappeared.
Stop stepping on the line, the airtight lead door opened, Zheng Ren walked in quickly and said: "Director Mao, I can't get it out because it's stuck inside."
Hearing Zheng Ren's judgment, Mao Chi sighed deeply.
In fact, he thought so too, but after all, he still wanted to try it, and he didn't know how to perform extracardiac surgery.
"Boss Zheng, are you coming?" Mao Chi asked tentatively.
"Well, hurry up. The patient's supraventricular velocity is too fast. I'm afraid it will be delayed for a few more hours. If the cerebral hypoxia is severe, cerebral edema will occur. Severe cerebral herniation is even more difficult to explain." Zheng Ren said.
Mao Chi nodded.
"Lao He, go check on extracorporeal circulation."
"Su Yun, take a look at the other equipment."
"Yiren, I want to split my breastbone."
Zheng Ren turned his head and looked at the patient's ECG monitoring. Instructions were issued one after another, and the medical team moved in an orderly manner.
"Director Mao, are you here to save Taiwan?" Someone asked Mao Chi on the shoulder.
Mao Chi turned around and was startled when he saw it was Director Luo.
What time is it already? Why did Director Luo, a gastroenterologist, come over here
"Director Luo, why are you so free today?" Mao Chi asked.
"Take off your lead clothes and go out for a while. My hat is already wet." Director Luo did not answer his question, but said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
Seeing Zheng Ren's entire medical team getting busy, Mao Chi breathed a sigh of relief, tore off the sterile clothes, and was about to turn around and leave. Zheng Ren suddenly said: "Director Mao, the patient's family, pre-operative communication, please go and take a look. .”
The tone of his speech was no longer as polite as before.
Mao Chi was not angry. He knew that Boss Zheng had entered emergency rescue mode and everything was focused on the patient's life.
After walking out of the operating room, Mao Chi picked up his cell phone and started to contact Professor Zhang.
He also communicated with the patient's family down below and explained the condition. There must be some trouble, otherwise I won't be able to get up in twenty minutes.
But there was nothing he could do. Who had let him encounter this? If it were him, he would definitely be exhausted.
For surgery, I am most afraid of going into the uterus for the second time.
Especially before the operation, I explained to the patient’s family well that minimally invasive surgery can solve the problem with just the eye of a needle.
But not only did the problem not be solved, but the sternum had to be split open for surgery. Who would be the patient's family members and not be anxious
In this situation, domestic doctors cannot be tough. No matter how hard you beat or scold, as long as the patient survives, everything will be fine.
Surgery has risks, and they are informed before surgery. As long as the patient is alive, the patient's family can basically understand. But if people can’t get off, then that’s another story.
Not to mention the long-planned medical trouble, this is a special case after all. Under normal circumstances, the family members of ordinary patients have an emotional breakdown and are completely unable to control what happens next.
Thinking of this, Mao Chi became distracted.
Otherwise, more and more doctors will go abroad and never come back. Doctors outside have high salaries, low workload, and light responsibilities. What’s the point
Not to mention anything else, Dr. House has been beaten to death so many times in the country. Let alone the second season, he couldn't even reach the second episode of the first season. The first episode had to be tortured by the defendant.
"Director, are you down?" A suppressed excited voice came from the other side of the phone, with excitement mixed with a bit of anxiety.
"Is it easy to talk?"
Professor Zhang's side was silent, and there were a few thumping noises. It was obvious that he knew what happened and was looking for a secluded place.
"Director, surgery..." After dozens of seconds, Professor Zhang's trembling voice came out.
"It failed. The shelf got stuck in the folds of the atrium and couldn't be removed." Mao Chi said: "Boss Zheng is here and is preparing to open his chest for surgery."
"Zheng..."
"You have no other choice. Take the time to explain to the patient's family. If you don't know how to write the pre-operative explanation, ask someone outside your chest." Mao Chi regained the resolute and domineering style of a senior director and said coldly. .
The time seems to have returned a few years ago, and the location has returned to the 912 Hospital.
Professor Zhang said subconsciously: "Okay, Director, I'll be there right away."
Mao Chi hung up the phone.
"Director Mao, it's really hard for you." Director Luo smiled.
The two sat on the chairs in the operating room. Mao Chi lifted up the sterile clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead casually, and said with a wry smile: "I can't help it, after all, I was once a soldier under my own command."
"It's better that you have a bright eye and ask Boss Zheng to solve the problem. I don't want to say whether the operation can be done. I... I don't know about interventional surgery. When we came just now, Boss Zheng watched you take out the big frame and immediately judged that the interventional surgery can't be taken out. .”
Mao Chi nodded.
"What can this person do, what will he do, and how to do it appropriately? It's very difficult to do it without being rigid." Director Luo said.
"Why are you here, Director Luo?" Mao Chi didn't want to talk about this matter. He was a little uneasy, fearing that Boss Zheng wouldn't be able to perform the surgery.
He was even more afraid that the patient's family would not agree, so he performed the surgery in an emergency.
If you find Boss Zheng yourself, you won’t be able to fit Boss Zheng in in the end. All the trouble lies behind.
"It just so happened that Boss Zheng had a consultation in Massachusetts. He was a patient diagnosed with cyclic vomiting syndrome. Inhaling the exhaust gas from electrical combustion induced abdominal pain, nausea, and vomiting..."
"Isn't there a diagnosis?"
"This attack was particularly serious. The Massachusetts General Hospital sent the medical records and asked Boss Zheng to take a look at it." Director Luo said with a smile.
Massachusetts General Hospital, palm glance...
These two words deeply hurt Director Mao's heart.
Is Boss Zheng really that awesome
"Case, what do you think?" Director Mao pretended not to care, concealed his mood, and asked casually.
"I thought it was serotonin syndrome, but Boss Zheng denied it." Director Luo didn't seem unhappy and just told the truth.
Mao Chi looked at Director Luo in surprise, trying to find a hint of unhappiness in his eyes and actions.
But he soon became disappointed.
"What did Boss Zheng diagnose?"
"We are still discussing. Boss Zheng has dismissed all possibilities. He just said that it may be a thyroid problem. Your call came in."
Mao Chi remembered that when he was on the phone, there was noisy discussion about the condition. He vaguely remembered that Boss Zheng said that he wanted to do a thyroid B-ultrasound.
"He suspects it's a thyroid problem?"
Director Luo nodded and said: "I am not an expert in endocrine diseases, but many symptoms indicate that it may be a disease of the endocrine system. It is also necessary to have a B-ultrasound."
“…”
Mao Chi was stunned.
Abdominal pain, nausea, and vomiting, just these six words, I never thought it could be a thyroid problem.
Impossible!