"Teacher Gu, you should be in the hospital." Su Yun suddenly asked as he walked out of the institute building.
Professor Gu staggered slightly.
"Is your heart feeling better? You shouldn't sneak out like this." Su Yun continued to show his acrimonious nature, and even a respected old professor like Professor Gu was not immune.
But what he said was still reasonable, and Professor Gu couldn't refute it even if he wanted to.
"Got it." A few seconds later, Professor Gu waved his hand and said, "We in the Department of Cardiology can't treat the disease as well as our Cardiothoracic Surgery Department."
Su Yun smiled slightly and did not refute.
This is a dispute within the hospital. The Department of Surgery thinks that the Department of Internal Medicine is rude, while the Department of Internal Medicine thinks that the Department of Surgery is too rough.
As for some related edge technologies, whoever grabs them first will count.
Departments and professors who are not able to get it and are capable of doing it will naturally be very dissatisfied.
For example, in European hospitals, spine surgery is classified as neurosurgery. However, because the orthopedics department was the first to provide spinal treatment in China, the top experts in the country now all work in the orthopedics department. Neurosurgery... only treats the head, and cannot do anything else.
Tiantan and Sanbo can only work on brain surgery, and spinal nerves are not under their control at all. Even if they do it, they can't compare with Jishuitan and Xiehe Orthopedics.
The dispute between cardiothoracic surgery and cardiology has been around for a long time.
Because the cardiology department was the first to carry out cardiac coronary stent surgery in China, the number of cardiac surgery surgeries has been drastically reduced. Initially, coronary stent surgeries that the cardiology department didn’t want to do and couldn’t do would ask the cardiothoracic surgery department to do heart bypass surgery.
With the advancement of technology, there are fewer and fewer cardiac and coronary surgeries that cannot be performed by cardiology departments. When patients choose between minimally invasive and thoracotomy, they will also choose minimally invasive and refuse thoracotomy.
Therefore, many years ago, the branched out cardiac surgery departments were merged back into the cardiothoracic surgery department in many hospitals. If nothing else, it’s just because there aren’t that many surgeries to do.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun both knew the twists and turns here, so they didn't pay attention to Professor Gu's childlike words.
Medical treatment, internal medicine and surgery, and minimally invasive surgery are the general trend and will never change because of the wishes of a certain professor.
"Go back and I'll change your dressing. Fortunately for you two the day before yesterday, that kid Fang Lin..." Professor Gu rambled, and when he mentioned Fang Lin, he choked up.
"Go and check it out. How is Fang Lin's condition?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Fortunately, because there was too much bleeding, coagulation disorders occurred, so I gave a few more units of platelets and fibrinogen today." Professor Gu said: "The drainage volume of the chest bottle has reached 400ml. It is estimated that there will be no new blood drawn the day after tomorrow. The tube can be extubated. The abdominal drainage drained less than 100ml of bloody fluid, and the overall situation looks pretty good."
"Oh, that's good." Zheng Ren was pleased.
"Thanks to your timely rescue." Professor Gu said with lingering fear: "When I saw that situation yesterday, I thought I couldn't be saved. I suffered from myocardial infarction when I was anxious."
Zheng Ren smiled innocently.
When he arrived at the Thoracic Surgery Department, Professor Gu took Zheng Ren directly to the changing pharmacy.
He took a sterile dressing change tray and peeled off the sweat-soaked gauze on Zheng Ren's shoulder.
"We need to use antibiotics in the next few days." Professor Gu saw that the skin edge of the wound was neat and slightly red, but not swollen. It was probably not an infection, but he still carefully asked Zheng Ren to use some antibiotics.
"Well, I used it yesterday." Zheng Ren said.
"Three days." Professor Gu gave the order without hesitation and could not refuse.
After changing the medicine for Zheng Ren's shoulder wound, Professor Gu called Zhao Yunlong again and told Zhao Yunlong seriously that Zheng Ren must not leave the ward for the next two days. This saves him from having to go for surgery again and avoid any accidents.
Zheng Ren couldn't laugh or cry.
It's just a cold, what could happen? My health is very good, and the chance of pneumonia is not high.
But Professor Gu was so kind that he was too embarrassed to refuse.
Professor Gu opened another single room for Zheng Ren and let Zheng Ren live in it.
Finally... living in a single room in the imperial capital, Zheng Ren couldn't laugh or cry.
As soon as Zheng Ren refused, Professor Gu's eyes widened and he drove Zheng Ren into a single room fiercely and somewhat arrogantly.
"Just be satisfied. Only deputy ministers can live in single rooms." Su Yun sat leisurely on the sofa and looked at Zheng Ren.
"The key is that there's nothing wrong with me." Zheng Ren's words were weak and not convincing at all.
"Stay brave, lie down, young man." Su Yun sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and played something bored.
Zheng Ren "helplessly" lay down on the bed in the high room, feeling a wave of fatigue coming over him.
The high room in a large tertiary hospital in the imperial capital is like a treasure, and it is not something you can live in if you have money.
When Zheng Ren was a resident doctor in the general surgery department, he once treated a cadre at the deputy mayor level. Of course, at that time, he could only stand aside and watch Director Liu greeting Director Liu all the way through the green channel.
Later, the patient was diagnosed with gastric cancer and did not stay at Haicheng No. 1 Hospital for surgery. Instead, he went directly to a hospital in the Imperial Capital.
Generally speaking, it would be good if you could find a high-level professor in the imperial capital for surgery. But he was used to being prestigious in Haicheng, so he came to the imperial capital and asked for a high room.
Each hospital arranges wards with different people. Some are chief residents, some are head nurses, and some are leading professors. But the arrangements for Gao Jian are the same.
Starting from the deputy minister level, only department directors or authoritative professors have the right to allocate single rooms.
Most people would give in, but who would have thought that the patient would return to Haicheng from the imperial capital and ask a professor from the capital to perform surgery.
Going back and forth delayed a little half a month.
It was also unfortunate that his malignant tumor was not well classified and progressed rapidly. During the surgery, it was discovered that three lymph nodes had metastasized.
This is a very deplorable example, so Zheng Ren feels that Bu Ruotian's choice is correct.
Thinking about these messy things, Zheng Ren gradually fell into a dream.
He slept in darkness. Whether it was due to the surgery that made Zheng Ren tired or the side effects of using the bottle of energy potion in his system, Zheng Ren slept until dark.
When he got up, he saw that Su Yun was still sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. Compared with before, he seemed to have not even changed his posture.
I had a needle prick on my hand. It was probably because the nurse came to me in my sleep to give me an injection and remove the needle, but I didn't know anything about it.
Sweating again, Zheng Ren felt much better.
"What should we have for dinner?" Zheng Ren asked as he sat up.
"I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow morning." Su Yun replied without raising his head: "Aren't you not interested in eating?"
"..." These words are really choking.
It is true that Zheng Ren is not interested in eating, but he was ill today and had to undergo seven interventional surgeries while carrying a lead garment. His physical strength had already been exhausted.