"Boss Zheng, I will relay everything you said to my friend." Song Ying said seriously, knowing that the matter was of great importance.
Ordinarily, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him.
But Boss Zheng’s serious expression and the spirit of saving lives and helping the wounded that Song Ying hadn’t seen in many years? He didn't know how to describe it, but at that moment, Song Ying was moved by Zheng Ren.
"Well, please trouble Brother Song. By the way, go back and ask the old man to stop the amiodarone, or switch to other drugs." Zheng Ren said: "In a few months, the problem of the liver's glow will be solved, and the liver function will be improved." Can gradually recover.”
"Okay, I remember it." Song Ying said.
Zheng Ren didn't tell Song Ying what medicine to change. With Song Ying's ability, these things were not important at all.
Just ask anyone and they'll know.
Things became simple after that. Song Ying put away the film and started drinking with Su Yun and Chang Yue.
This guy's liquor capacity is quite good. He can drink a bottle of Maotai without changing his expression.
It was getting late, Song Ying knew it. We need to get close to each other but not make Boss Zheng annoying.
He had the right amount of heat.
After saying goodbye and leaving, Song Ying went downstairs, but did not rush to get in the car. Instead, he leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.
Looking at the community hospital, he smiled. In the smoke, Song Ying's smile was a little blurry.
This little boss Zheng is growing up really fast.
The level of medical treatment is also high. My eldest brother's illness was taken care of by Boss Zheng.
This is a good card, but its shortcomings are also obvious—Boss Zheng seems to value treating illnesses and saving people more than anything.
If this is the case, I will have no advantage.
But Song Ying just thought about it. At least now that he has entered the house, he can be regarded as a relatively close friend... I guess.
In the night, Song Ying looked at the lights of the community hospital and seemed a little distracted.
After six or seven minutes, he woke up when the smoke burned his fingers.
After stubbing out the cigarette butt and throwing it into the trash can nearby, Song Ying got into the car and took out his cell phone.
"Brother, I came out of Boss Zheng's house."
"I think it's okay. It's just a routine physical examination. There's nothing wrong with it."
"Well, Boss Zheng has always had no prejudice against mental illness. In the recent cases, it is said that many people were diagnosed with mental illness, but Boss Zheng overturned it."
"Okay, then I'll get in touch. Boss Zheng is going back to Haicheng recently, and I'll wait for his return."
After a few brief words, Song Ying hung up the phone.
I have a business partner whose wife has depression, and the diagnosis is quite clear. Because of some minor problems, annual physical examinations have become a major event.
Song Ying didn't think Boss Zheng could overturn the diagnosis of depression. He just wanted to have a smooth physical examination.
Boss Zheng is a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital and a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic. Such a bright aura should be enough.
Song Ying was sitting in the car as if he was thinking about something or in a daze.
After ten minutes, he shook his head slightly, lit the fire and left.
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After sending Song Ying away, Xie Yiren began to clear the table. Zheng Ren wanted to help, but Xie Yiren pinned him down on the sofa.
Just like in the operating room, Xie Yiren seemed to have never had the idea of asking Zheng Ren to pack his things.
"Boss, with your treatment, you can kill countless people in an instant." Su Yun reluctantly poured the last bit of wine from the iron-capped Maotai bottle into his throat and said enviously.
"I want to have left ventricular volume reduction surgery, can you do it?" Zheng Ren was thinking about another thing.
"Are you talking to me? Or to Chang Yue?" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and said disdainfully.
"It's good if you can do it." Zheng Ren said: "The operation is difficult, and the postoperative care is also difficult. You need to go to the ICU more often."
"Our 912 critical illness force is very strong, so don't worry about it. I am very curious about how the patient can survive." Su Yundao.
"Who knows, I'm only 70% sure. If you were included, I might be even more sure." Zheng Ren looked at the TV, but Su Yun could feel that his pupils were dilated, and he was in a state of emptying himself.
This guy knows how to do surgery.
Su Yun shook his head, cleared the table, washed up and went to sleep.
Zheng Ren was lying on the bed, thinking about the report that Song Ying had just brought, and entered the system space.
Surgery is difficult, Zheng Ren knows this. But in 1997, Teacher Huang Fangjiong started this technique in China, so there was no reason why I couldn’t do it.
But he tried to buy surgical training time, but the system operating room was empty.
It seems that Big Pig Hotter does not approve of this self-selected surgical training method, and Zheng Ren also expressed his helplessness.
Then we can only wait until the patient comes. Zheng Ren sat in the system space and looked at the little white fox that became more and more... vivid, without any fear.
Meeting its gaze, Zheng Ren gradually entered a state of emptiness.
When the alarm rang, Zheng Ren realized that he had been sitting in the system space all night.
After getting up, Zheng Ren moved around a bit.
I don't feel tired at all, I am full of energy, and I seem to be resurrected on the spot with full blood and blue. Zheng Ren wondered whether he could rest in the system space in the future
He had never thought of such a thing before, and he was stupid enough. Zheng Ren laughed at himself a few times.
Get up, wash up, go to the community hospital for ward rounds, the usual routine.
After all, dozens of patients are left in community hospitals. Although the surgery is relatively safe and there are not many postoperative complications, ward rounds are still necessary.
Zheng Ren was very happy when he came to the community hospital. This place is gradually being filled up by itself, and the pace towards the Nobel Prize is very solid.
Zheng Ren comes to the community hospital at this time almost every day, and the training doctors have already figured out the pattern.
Although they are eager to go to the operating table, Su Yun's rigid rule is that they must stay in a community hospital for one month, and then they will have a chance based on their personal performance.
When I first arrived, I was still on the fringes of the Nobel Prize project team. The chief residents and leading professors from all over the country did not dare to criticize anything, but just worked hard with all their heart.
It’s just that the more I do it, the more amazing it becomes.
For TIPS surgery, let alone county-level hospitals, even provincial-level hospitals have frighteningly high mortality rates and postoperative complications of hepatic encephalopathy.
But in the community hospital, what they saw was quiet and peaceful. There were almost no postoperative complications for patients, and some could only be treated simply.
As time went by, the doctors' newfound skepticism quickly turned into inexplicable admiration. I can perform TIPS surgery with few postoperative complications. If I can learn this and go back to it, it will be a skill that I can live by!
Among the hundreds of millions of hepatitis B patients across the country, how many are complicated by portal hypertension? Not to mention curing diseases and saving people, but just to make a living by having craftsmanship and knowing this technique is enough.
The doctor on duty was waiting for Zheng Ren's arrival at the door early in the morning.
Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue walked into the community hospital and listened to the doctor on duty introducing the patient's condition last night.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the end of the corridor.