After smoking a cigarette, Zheng Ren and Su Yun left.
When passing by the emergency room, Zheng Ren took a look and saw that the patient's vital signs were stable and the tranquilizer had taken effect. There are no other diagnostics on the system panel, so it should be fine.
Go to the inpatient department for detailed examination and treatment. Zheng Ren will no longer think about this patient.
I made an appointment with Zhou Litao to go to Cui's hometown in the afternoon, and then went directly back to the ward.
In the office, the ponytail was swung behind the computer as usual.
"Boss, Chang Yue must rest for a few days. I'm going to bring one or two people here." Su Yun said, "Don't tire out the animal inside again."
"What kind of animal is not an animal?" Zheng Ren frowned.
"Tell the truth, what's the point of being unhappy?" Su Yundao said, "Have you forgotten Fugui'er's working hours every day?"
"Should it be fourteen hours?"
"You know, I thought you didn't know." Su Yun said contemptuously.
"If you want to win the Nobel Prize, what if you don't do this?" Zheng Ren spread his hands.
Su Yun thought for a while, recalled a few candidates, and prepared to transfer to the 912 headquarters to help write medical records.
Ward rounds, shift handover, busy and orderly work kicked off the day.
The work of most clinicians is extremely boring and boring. They keep doing a few routine surgeries for eternity.
In a lifetime, thousands of cholecystectomies and thyroidectomies are performed. These are all things that successful specialists do.
As for the interventional department, it is also common for doctors to perform thousands of cases of interventional embolization and radiofrequency ablation for liver cancer.
Looking at almost the same thing every day makes me sick, so driving in the operating room and so on are just a kind of emotional self-regulation.
Otherwise it will really make people tired.
Zhao Wenhua was also a little tired, but he used other ways to divert his attention.
For example, how many operations have been performed this year, the national ranking of the number of operations, whether he can obtain the title of academician of the American College of Surgeons, etc.
Interventional science is an emerging discipline, barely considered surgery? At least that's what Zhao Wenhua felt. Membership of the American College of Surgeons is Zhao Wenhua’s ultimate dream.
He hasn't provoked Boss Zheng recently. He just nodded and smiled after meeting him. His life was comfortable and his life was back to its previous rhythm.
No matter how prosperous Boss Zheng is, it has nothing to do with him? That's not necessarily the case.
Zhao Wenhua watched helplessly as Ringer, who had been struggling for more than ten years, made a comeback, and felt a little regretful.
During the earthquake relief work, Director Kong led others to the front line for support, leaving himself at home to take charge of daily work.
When Boss Zheng first came back, it would have been nice if he had shown more kindness in return. I'm afraid that at this time, he can get everything Lin Ge can get.
There is no regret medicine in this world.
Zhao Wenhua can only think about it occasionally. Now he doesn't dare to expect to catch a ride on Boss Zheng and sing all the way.
He just wanted to avoid attracting the attention of Boss Zheng, especially the assistant Dr. Su, who was so insidious.
After shift handover and ward rounds, the training doctors under Zhao Wenhua led the patients to surgery.
He was not in a hurry. Someone from his hometown came to watch the movie today.
After the ward check, the door to the ward opened, and people from my hometown came in carrying films.
Zhao Wenhua was not familiar with him either, but he was already a professor in the imperial capital, so it was reasonable for people to keep asking him for medical treatment. He has long been used to it and enjoys the admiration and compliments from his relatives and friends back home.
"Hello, Professor Zhao, I am my mistress's friend." The man from his hometown approached Zhao Wenhua and said respectfully.
The mistress is a distant relative of Zhao Wenhua. He doesn't even know what to call him.
This is a relationship that cannot be further away, and Zhao Wenhua doesn't care much about it. Take the film and insert it into the reader.
Zhao Wenhua did not look directly at the CT or MRI, but first glanced at the B-ultrasound report.
Abdominal ultrasound examination confirmed that there was a heterogeneous mass of 3.0-3.4 cm in segment VI of the liver, which suggested the possibility of liver cancer. Lung CT revealed old tuberculosis.
The patient's alpha-fetoprotein values were normal.
Not all liver cancers have high alpha-fetoprotein values. Zhao Wenhua glanced at the test sheet and started to watch the film.
There was CT and MRI enhancement, but he still took what he said seriously, and Zhao Wenhua was very satisfied with this.
MRI showed a mass with heterogeneous low signal to isointense intensity on T1-weighted images and isointense to high signal intensity on T2-weighted images.
Looking at the enhancement pattern, after contrast agent perfusion, the lesion showed centripetal enhancement and had blood supply.
Very typical image of liver cancer.
Zhao Wenhua watched it for more than ten seconds, then took off the film and put it in a bag, "Where is the patient?"
"Professor Zhao, my mother is at home. It is inconvenient to bother Laidi. I will show you the film first."
"Send him for surgery." Zhao Wenhua said, "The diagnosis is very clear."
The patient's family had known for a long time that the diagnosis was liver cancer. They came to the Imperial Capital just to have Zhao Wenhua take a look. In fact, the most important thing was to ask him for surgery.
Seeing that Zhao Wenhua responded, he bowed deeply and held the film bag and wanted to say something else.
"I'm going to have an operation." Zhao Wenhua felt that this person was so uninteresting that he refused to leave after watching the movie and had to talk to him.
Do you know how busy you are every day
"Professor Zhao, I didn't see the film clearly, can you take another look?" Zheng Ren said suddenly, sitting in his usual position.
Zhao Wenhua's heart skipped a beat.
Zhao Wenhua still remembers the last time he had pulmonary isolation.
Watching movies in the office is not uncommon. Boss Zheng has to sit in a familiar position and hold the fifth edition of surgery for a while before performing surgery every day during shift and ward rounds.
But in the past, he didn't speak, and the two of them were strangers.
what is it today
Zhao Wenhua didn't believe lies like not seeing things clearly.
The movie is very standard and typical of liver cancer. If you can't tell the level of Boss Zheng, you'd be damned.
Could it be that Boss Zheng is going to do something dirty to him? The first thought emerged in Zhao Wenhua's mind.
wrong!
He immediately gave up the idea.
If Boss Zheng wants to mess with himself, what other methods are he using? Everyone can perform interventional surgeries on intrauterine fetuses. This is a competition between levels. Don’t always have the paranoia of being persecuted.
But did I see it wrong
It can't be!
Zhao Wenhua frowned and was stunned for two seconds.
"Professor Zhao? Do you have any objections?" Su Yun asked angrily.
Zhao Wenhua shuddered.
Don't mess with this little ancestor. I don't dare to have any opinions. I'm just recalling whether there is something wrong with the film.
"No matter where it is." Zhao Wenhua immediately put a smile on his face and said: "I usually don't have a chance to ask Boss Zheng for help. It's rare that Boss Zheng is interested today."
"Oh? You mean the boss is not approachable and always makes you look bad?" Su Yun said coldly.