"Me and..." Director Geng subconsciously said two words and then paused. He realized that he was not familiar with Boss Zheng, but Zhou Chunyong was familiar with Boss Zheng!
Legend has it that the two directors of the interventional department had a lot of open and secret fights with each other because of the TIPS surgery in the Imperial Capital Hepatobiliary Surgery Department.
There are many more unsavory rumors, but this gives Director Geng a glimmer of hope—Zhou Chunyong can please Boss Zheng.
"Come to Boss Zheng, do you want to intervene or open your heart?" Director Geng asked tentatively.
"Old Geng, I asked you to ask this." Zhou Chunyong said: "You don't really think that interventional surgery can solve the problem?"
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"Of course it's thoracotomy surgery." Zhou Chunyong continued: "Thoracotomy surgery under DSA machine, this kind of hybrid surgery, Boss Zheng has done the most, and he has already started new attempts."
"A few days ago, on the day Boss Zheng won the Nobel Prize, a secondary valve replacement surgery was live broadcast. Did you watch it?"
Director Geng shook his head in confusion.
"Interventional angiography is used to search for capillaries and reduce bleeding. You don't even watch such a major surgery." Zhou Chunyong patted Director Geng's shoulder hard, "Watch more live broadcasts of surgeries. We are all old, and Boss Zheng is the only one who can do it." It’s a true hybrid surgery!”
Hearing what Zhou Chunyong said, a flame of hope rose in Director Geng's heart.
As long as the problem can be solved, it doesn't matter whether it is solved by Boss Zheng or someone else, it doesn't matter.
The key word Zhou Chunyong mentioned was hybrid surgery. Director Geng knew this, but he didn't have time to think about it carefully now. The burning eyebrows are burning, let’s focus on the present.
"I'll go and tell Director Ma that you can find Boss Zheng and then go through the courtyard." Director Geng said politely.
Zhou Chunyong nodded, suppressing the joy in his heart.
"Lao Zhou, do you think we should try to use interventional means to remove the foreign body?" Director Geng asked.
"Let's give it a try. If it works, the child will be spared the trouble." Zhou Chunyong said, "It will take an hour for Boss Zheng to come here. I just asked him if he still has surgery on his side."
"you… "
"What am I!" Zhou Chunyong said without any trace of panic, "Hurry up and let's give it a try."
Director Geng doesn't have the time to be entangled so much. It's good if he can solve the problem. No matter what Zhou Chunyong has in mind, knowing that Boss Zheng is standing behind him is a silent support in itself.
Director Ma was contacted, and he and Zhou Chunyong went directly to the operating table. After Zhou Chunyong changed his clothes, he walked out of the operating room, told the patient's parents about the current situation, and emphasized that he had invited 912 boss Zheng, who had just won the Nobel Prize.
It's the same thing that almost all doctors have to do - I did the best I could.
Manpower is constantly exhausted, and originally the goals of doctors and patients’ families are the same. But one is working hard, and the other is standing below and waiting. Different angles and different final psychological expectations will naturally produce different results.
Both Director Ma and Zhou Chunyong have only one thing to do - lower the psychological expectations of the patients' families.
No one can guarantee that the operation will be successful. If it fails, the family will have a psychological expectation that they will not collapse emotionally and do anything extraordinary. As for what to do next, it depends on the situation.
Anyway, I have done my best, which can be regarded as a clear conscience.
Zhou Chunyong has long been accustomed to spending less than half of his energy on medical treatment, and he doesn't even criticize him. It seems that this kind of operation has become a normal process and must be rigorous.
After explaining the child's condition, Zhou Chunyong said a few words to his wife while the patient's family members were in tears, and then went to the operating room to prepare for the operation.
The operating room was full of people, and although there were only a few staples in the airway, who knew what would happen.
People from relevant departments stayed in the operation room, waiting for rescue at any time.
After the general anesthesia ended, Zhou Chunyong put on a lead coat and went to wash his hands. Two directors of a large tertiary hospital in the imperial capital came on stage at the same time. It can be said that they took this matter very seriously.
In terms of technical level, it is almost the highest level of intervention available in China.
If it weren't for the little boss Zheng's trump card, Zhou Chunyong could pat his chest and say that if I can't do it, no one else can do it either!
Brushing hands, laying out sheets, and preparing for surgery.
The airtight lead door slowly closed, and Zhou Chunyong acted as an assistant first, allowing Director Geng to perform the operation.
The position of the surgeon and assistant is a bit weird, which is different from usual femoral artery puncture, so they can only try their best to adapt.
Director Ma was sitting in charge, and he was a little nervous. This kind of tension is the tension after having a certain hope, not like the previous consultation with the whole hospital where the pig was already dead and not afraid of boiling water.
Before, he mentally judged that the probability of success of the operation was only 20%. The rest was to go to the medical committee endlessly to solve the mess left by this incident.
However, the appearance of Zhou Chunyong and the invitation of Boss Zheng allowed Director Ma to finally improve his evaluation of this operation to an acceptable level.
Although the image of the eight staples on the chest X-ray always echoed in his mind, it was simply beyond human power and impossible to remove. But every time he thinks so, he will be shattered by a bullet.
The interventional removal surgery for cardiac bullet embolism is still fresh in Director Ma’s memory.
This surgery was Boss Zheng’s first outing in the imperial medical community. Before that, he was only slightly famous in 912. And for this operation, the Medical University Affiliated Hospital also became a backdrop.
But Boss Zheng's surgery was good, but he couldn't even make a diagnosis. Boss Zheng took a look at the film and intervened to remove it.
The patient was discharged from the hospital three days later. Even he was confused. He didn't feel anything before and after. How could he take out a bullet like magic
What we are doing now is just an attempt, an attempt that is almost certain to fail. Then Boss Zheng came and performed surgery under the DSA machine. That was a real show!
He looked at the screen silently. The bronchial tube had been inserted, and then the micro-fishing device was also inserted.
However, with the mechanical ventilation of the ventilator, the micro-fishing device seemed to be trying its luck, catching the staples in the airway blindly.
Director Ma's heart skipped a beat every time he vaguely saw the micro-fishing trap and staples touching each other.
If it can be solved with minimally invasive methods, that is the best method!
But he was disappointed every time. The micro-fishing device could not catch the tiny staples at all. With each ventilation of the ventilator, the position of the staples changes more or less.
Zhou Chunyong caught the staples by chance, but when he raised the glottis, he hit the surrounding tissue and the staples fell in again.
As time passed, the surgeon changed from Director Geng to Zhou Chunyong, and from Zhou Chunyong to Director Geng. But the same thing is — no one succeeds.