However, no matter how unexpected it was, Feng Xuhui still tried his best to do what a professional manager should do.
Under his guidance, Zheng Ren and Su Yun successfully found Professor Pei's car.
An inconspicuous Hongqi sedan, it looks like it was a model from ten or twenty years ago.
"Xiao Zheng, this way." Seeing Zheng Ren coming from a distance, Professor Pei opened the car door and got out of the car to greet him.
"Professor Pei, you are too polite." Zheng Ren quickly walked a few steps to express his respect for the old comrade.
"You really posed a problem for me." Professor Pei smiled, but you couldn't tell what the problem looked like.
Zheng Ren was a little embarrassed and smiled shyly.
Ordinarily, he and Professor Pei just met by chance and had no deep friendship. On the plane, he asked the tower to contact Professor Pei, which was a helpless move. He was betting on Professor Pei's benevolence as a veteran doctor with decades of experience.
Not surprisingly, Zheng Ren won the bet.
Because of Professor Pei's benevolence, because of himself... the system's diagnosis is accurate.
"That's what it's like to be a doctor. You'll always encounter all kinds of accidents. Take action when it's time to take action, but don't let the current social atmosphere lead you to bad things." Professor Pei patted Zheng Ren on the shoulder, with a serious smile: "It's not about practicing medicine. Wherever you are, you can't diagnose and treat patients. What kind of bullshit regulations are these!
Xiao Zheng, I am very satisfied with you. "
What Professor Pei was talking about was that a few years ago, an obstetrician and gynecologist helped deliver a baby on a train. After the success, his family took him to court, saying that the place where the practicing doctor practiced did not include the train and the location of the train at that time.
The matter ended with compensation and the disqualification of the doctor.
So after that, when the call for medical staff was heard on the train, many doctors and nurses would pretend not to hear it.
This is how the atmosphere was ruined.
Obviously, Professor Pei does not support this approach.
As a doctor, how can you not diagnose and treat sick patients
He expressed his recognition of Zheng Ren with his words and actions.
"It's all as it should be." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Professor Pei, do you think Mr. Zheng should go to the hotel or the hospital first?" Feng Xuhui stood aside and took the time to ask: "I booked a hotel for Mr. Zheng."
"Instead of going to the hotel, go to the hospital's guest house." Professor Pei waved his hand and got into the car, motioning for Zheng Ren to sit behind him. Su Yun took a look, put the salute in the trunk with the driver, and then sat in the passenger seat.
Feng Xuhui wanted to cry but had no tears.
In order to make Zheng Ren, a young doctor with great potential, feel at home, he even paid some money in advance to book a five-star hotel for him.
did not expect…
guest House…
This name is so old that many people born in 2000 have never heard of it. It has a local flavor, as if it takes people back to thirty years ago.
Poor Mr. Zheng, he has to stay in a guest house instead of staying in a five-star hotel.
Although I think so in my heart, I must not show it on my face.
Manager Feng Xuhui watched the black Hongqi car leave with a professional smile, then got into his own car, followed the Hongqi, and drove away in the dust.
In the Hongqi car, Zheng Ren sat upright and chatted with Professor Pei.
"Xiao Zheng, I didn't expect your diagnostic skills to be good." Professor Pei said with a smile, "Aortic dissection is not something most people dare to diagnose. Not to mention, you dared to say it was type 1."
"I have seen two cases and read some literature reports." Zheng Ren said politely.
"How sure are you?" Professor Pei was curious.
"Eighty percent?" Zheng Ren hesitated and gave a number. There should be no problem with the diagnosis given by the big pig trotter in the system, but I can't say that it's not 100% sure.
Zheng Ren put himself in his shoes. On a passenger plane, there was no auxiliary diagnostic equipment. Based on experience alone, he would never believe that anyone could accurately diagnose a type 1 aortic dissection aneurysm.
"Are you very confident?" Professor Pei tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, seeming to be thinking about something. After a few breaths, he said, "The reason why I trust your judgment is because I have seen you perform surgery."
Su Yun's ears twitched. He was sitting in the passenger seat and playing with his mobile phone. However, he seemed to be absent-minded and focused on the conversation between Professor Pei and Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren nodded.
"It's good that you are sure. This time I dispatched a helicopter rescue, but I am using an old face. If the diagnosis is wrong, those old guys will probably laugh at me to death."
People who engage in medical care are essentially not much different from technical geeks. It's just that technical geeks only need to face computers, while people in the medical field need to face all kinds of different people.
But deep down in their souls, they all have a worship of technology.
With accurate diagnosis and proper treatment, such a person is definitely the object of admiration by countless people.
But if you are self-righteous and your judgment of illness is far from the actual situation, even if you don't say it verbally, you will be indispensable for all kinds of secret contempt.
And those who don't pay attention to technology... are all hospital leaders.
Professor Pei's meaning was already clear. Zheng Ren thought about it and asked, "How is the patient now?"
"The blood pressure has been controlled and a 64-slice CT scan is being done." Professor Pei said.
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At the same time, in the 64th row CT room of a hospital.
A gray-haired old professor was sitting upright, seemingly not hearing the slight noise from the machine in front of him, and was concentrating on the image on the screen.
"Teacher, the patient was sent to the ward safely." A doctor in his thirties hung up the phone, walked in from the outside, and whispered.
"Let's prepare for the operation." The old professor looked at the screen and said calmly.
"Diagnosed?" The young doctor was surprised. There were only ordinary CT spiral tomography images on the screen, and the 64-slice three-dimensional reconstruction was still being calculated in the system software.
"It should be a type 1 aortic dissection aneurysm. The diagnosis and treatment were timely and the tear was effectively controlled." The old professor said, pointing to a cross-sectional image and said: "Here, you can see subtle changes."
The young doctor frowned. It was obvious that the old professor's words were beyond his understanding.
"When will your senior brother have surgery?" the old professor asked.
"There are three chronic surgeries today, and the second one is being performed."
"Tell him to stop the chronic surgery and reschedule it." The old professor said: "Let's do the emergency surgery first, and I will guide the surgery after it is opened."
"Elephant trunk replacement?" The young doctor was eager to try it. Apparently, he had a special interest in cardiothoracic surgery's largest operation.
"Um."
Just as he said that, the three-dimensional reconstructed image has been created, and the images are uploaded frame by frame and displayed on the monitor.
A tear point appeared in front of everyone 5cm away from the heart.
The tear was not long, about 3-4cm, and it was not serious. Everything was within control.
"That guy Lao Pei, he was really fooled." The old professor murmured.