With Boss Zheng's hemostatic forceps, Zhao Wenhua completed the operation.
After the operation, Boss Zheng tore off the sterile clothes, turned around and left with Lin Yuan.
Zhao Wenhua stood quietly on the operating table, not thinking about how to explain to the patient's family that bleeding occurred after radiofrequency ablation.
As long as the trouble is solved, nothing else matters. Even if the patient's family is unhappy and the patient suffers and spends money, there is nothing that can be done.
There is no absolute guarantee before surgery, and no one can promise that it will go smoothly. As long as the person recovers, most of the patient's family members will be reasonable and understanding.
At the very least, there are no longer those practicing doctors who find fault with others. Most people still have good intentions, so this is not a problem.
The light of the shadowless lamp was a bit dazzling. Zhao Wenhua looked at the screen opposite and recalled the whole process of the operation in his mind.
He stood in front of the operating table like a sculpture. Starting from the first time Boss Zheng waved the hemostatic forceps, he worked out the details of the operation bit by bit.
Interventional surgery is an emerging discipline. Many operations are discovered by doctors themselves and have not been refined over time.
Even in the first live broadcast of Xinglinyuan's surgery, Mr. Wu Haishi and Wu were able to judge some details of the surgeon by crossing his left and right hands.
Zhao Wenhua is considered to be a leader in interventional surgery, but today he put himself on the anvil and let Boss Zheng beat him. Only then did he realize how big the gap between his surgery and Boss Zheng's.
Good and bad need to be compared.
There is no harm without comparison. The harm this surgery brought to Zhao Wenhua was not only a combo, but also a critical strike.
Even many operational concepts were overturned by Boss Zheng without mercy.
As for some details, Zhao Wenhua felt that he understood them at the time. When I think about it now, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
The radial styloid process of my right hand still hurts, but there is no tingling or movement disorder. The pain made Zhao Wenhua more awake.
He had a lot of internal drama, and even judged the details of the operation from the angle and strength of Boss Zheng's tapping of his radial styloid process with the hemostatic forceps.
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"Boss Zheng, why are there so many flaws in Professor Zhao's surgery?"
After changing clothes, the two of them were on their way back to the interventional department. Lin Yuan asked.
"His surgical skills are quite good. If you knock him once, if you are careful, he will learn a lot during the next surgery." Zheng Ren said casually.
"a lot of?"
"Well, including the details of the surgery, and..."
"With what?"
"The gap between him and me." Zheng Ren said lightly.
Gap, Lin Yuan tasted Boss Zheng's words carefully. And, it's true.
Although Zhao Wenhua was whipped by Boss Zheng on the operating table and looked as embarrassed as an old dog, Lin Yuan knew in his heart that it was because Boss Zheng was too high-level and not because one of the 912 professors was too weak.
Some of Zhao Wenhua's mistakes will be made by himself. But I can’t understand the specific details for the time being.
But she is not in a hurry. She is still young and has plenty of time to learn, experience, and improve.
Zheng Ren took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"where?"
"Uh... is it serious?"
"I gonna go see."
"Okay, I have nothing to do here. I may have a dinner with the British medical team tonight or something."
After saying a few more words, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"Brother Yun?" Lin Yuan asked, "What's wrong?"
"I was doing heart compressions a few days ago, and the muscles of my right forearm were strained. Lao Fan rubbed it with medicinal wine," Zheng Ren said.
Lin Yuan was stunned.
During liver transplantation and resuscitation of a patient suffering from cardiac arrest, Lin Yuan did not feel that anything important had happened.
To her, Brother Yun's rescue was standard and did not affect Boss Zheng's surgery. It's awesome, but that's all.
Only then did she realize how much pressure her body had to bear in just a few minutes of action and 100-120 compressions per minute.
No wonder Brother Yun refused his request and let him do the compressions. This man doesn't know how to say nice things well. No wonder Sister Yue always despises him.
"Is it serious?" Lin Yuan asked worriedly.
"It should be serious, but with Lao Fan here, there won't be any sequelae." Zheng Ren was a little worried, thought about it, stopped and said, "It's better to go to the ICU to take a look first."
"Uh-huh."
An operation costs a huge price. If the patient cannot be saved, he will feel aggrieved.
Lin Yuan shook his ponytail and followed Boss Zheng to check the ward.
After the liver transplant, Chen Li's condition has improved, his body temperature has dropped, and his coagulation function has begun to recover.
Zheng Ren observed for ten minutes and then left the ICU.
The level of critical care in 912 is quite high, and Zheng Ren has nothing else to comment on.
Seeing Chen Lizai getting better gradually, with no major complications after liver transplantation, and the color of the system panel changing from white to red, Boss Zheng felt at ease.
Just the thought of having to eat at night gave Zheng Ren a headache.
The good mood after the successful operation was gone. As I walked, I began to feel depressed.
"Boss Zheng, the patient is recovering well, are you still not satisfied?" Lin Yuan felt the change in Boss Zheng's mood, but she didn't understand why this change occurred, and asked in surprise.
"I'm very satisfied." Zheng Ren replied boringly. After thinking about it, he didn't go to the interventional department. Instead, he said: "I'll go to the emergency department for a while, and you can go back and write the medical records yourself."
"I'll go take a look with you." Lin Yuan volunteered, "I'll write the medical records tonight. You go and accompany the British experts. I won't go and stay to write the medical records."
It's great to be able to stay and write medical records. Zheng Ren thought and sighed.
Lin Yuan could use this reason, but he couldn't. Zheng Ren had an idea in his mind. If he said this, Dean Yan would probably be so angry that he would have a heart attack.
It's better to be transparent, Zheng Ren thought, feeling a little envious of Lin Yuan.
He didn't ask Lin Yuan to leave either. If he wanted to follow, he could follow. It didn't matter.
When he arrived at the emergency department, there was a commotion in the corridor, and the noise came towards him like waves. Zheng Ren felt very familiar.
Zhou Litao was so busy that he flew up, but he was surrounded by several family members and was very embarrassed.
Zheng Ren unknowingly quickened his pace and walked over.
"Doctor, if we don't stay in the hospital, we have no money at all. If we stay in the hospital, we will die. We can just take him back." A middle-aged man said carelessly.
How could Zhou Litao be so willing? He explained: "When the patient was admitted to the hospital, I felt that his heart rate was fine. It didn't look like he was hopeless. I went for a check-up. If the injury is minor, I can just stay for a few days."
"It doesn't cost anything to do the examination." The careless middle-aged man said disdainfully, "We have no money anyway. The party responsible for the accident will give you some money. We will take the person back and burn him until he dies. I will certainly not cause any trouble to you."