Bao Longtao was a student of Mr. Peng back then. At that time, the country was still very poor, especially when it fell on everyone and every family.
I can’t even get enough to eat, let alone meat. At that time, I saw a bowl of braised pork, and my eyes were all blue, like a hungry wolf in the wilderness.
Twenty-year-old Bao Longtao and his classmates had no appetite. After receiving their meat stamps every month, Mr. Peng would call them home to eat some meaty food.
This is a special memory belonging to that era.
Nowadays, Bao Longtao is tired of eating everything. When he eats at home, most of the time he eats porridge and side dishes to relieve himself of the greasiness.
But no matter whether it was porridge or side dishes or delicacies from the mountains and seas, they always tasted infinitely worse than the meat dishes that my wife made back then.
Bao Longtao felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought that the old man had reached the end of his life and that the smell of fishy dishes that he had missed for so many years could only become a memory. The past events from many years ago came to his mind, and his heart was filled with excitement, and his eyes were moistened unconsciously.
"Dean, Boss Zheng is still thinking about it."
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Chunyong persuaded him softly.
"Boss Zheng... Sigh." Bao Longtao sighed, shook his head slightly, and didn't say anything offensive.
It's old age, and Zenker's diverticulum is just a cause. If it were 20 years ago, this would not be considered a disease at all. You would be hospitalized for surgery and discharged after a week, which would have no impact on your body.
But the 84-year-old man, to put it bluntly, will fall apart if he doesn't move. Once there is any trouble, a "small" problem such as the last fracture in life will be fatal.
Once the surgical blow breaks the inherent balance point, the entire body will slide downward at an accelerated rate until death is the end.
Boss Zheng... He has good intentions, but he has been arguing with Professor Su since he came in. Sometimes the two of them talked quietly, and sometimes one of them insisted on his own opinion and put on a quarrel.
More often than not, the two of them were thinking quietly, as focused as the thinker statue.
The pen given by the waiter was lightly drawing on the paper. The sketch was indeed good. Boss Zheng's art skills were very good. But other than that, Bao Longtao didn't think he could solve the problem of Zenker's diverticulum in an 84-year-old man.
After waiting for half an hour, Bao Longtao was not in a hurry. Instead, he discussed with several old classmates in the group about gathering tomorrow and reminiscing about the past.
When people get old, they are willing to recall and summarize, and Bao Longtao is no exception.
Many details from my youth have been found in dusty corners, but they still have that youthful flavor.
Going to see the old man off again tomorrow, Bao Longtao felt a little confused as he thought about what he had to do tomorrow. The weather is not very good, there are thick clouds outside, and it is about to snow. Elderly people, please don't wait until you get home.
"It's done!" Su Yun suddenly roared, making Bao Longtao tremble in fright.
"..." Bao Longtao didn't know how to describe it. He was interrupted in his remembrance and almost had a heart attack. Young people nowadays don't know how to respect him as an old man.
"Dean Bao, Lao Zhou, the surgical plan has been designed." Su Yun took the sketch of the last chapter, walked to the table with a smile, and slapped the plain face in front of Bao Longtao with a "snap".
Bao Longtao looked at a detailed sketch, which looked less realistic and more like freehand brushwork. He even felt that it was a formula for solving a problem in solid geometry.
"Professor Su..., the teacher and his wife have decided to leave the hospital voluntarily. By this time, they should have arrived at his home in the imperial capital." Bao Longtao sighed, "The old man wants to return to his roots. He has been recovering well in the commander's mansion recently. It will take eight or nine hours to return to his hometown. They are worried that if they delay the journey further, they will not be able to go back.”
Su Yun was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's just Zenker's diverticulum. Once it's cured, you can go back anytime. If you want the leaf to return to its roots, it's probably not a problem for that leaf to hang on the treetop for another three to five years."
"..." Bao Longtao looked at Su Yun in confusion. He didn't know who gave this young man confidence.
In Shuai's mansion, almost all the cardiothoracic surgery experts and geriatric experts in the country have read the elderly's information, and there is no other way except to risk a combined neck and chest incision surgery.
"Professor Su, are you going to use intervention?" Zhou Chunyong was full of expectations, hoping that Boss Zheng and Su Yun would once again fly to heaven and solve this problem with a magical touch.
"Old Zhou, what are you thinking!" Su Yun said disdainfully, "A few years earlier, Zenker's diverticulum could have been solved with titanium clips and transparent caps. Unfortunately, this technology was not mature at that time."
"It's not that it's immature, it's that it hasn't been released yet." Zheng Ren corrected.
"That's probably what it means. Now Zenker's diverticulum is too big to be solved with endoscopy or diverticuloscopy." Su Yundao said, "The joint incision of the neck and chest is too traumatic, so my boss and I designed a surgery to solve it with thoracoscopy. "
Designed a technique...
Bao Longtao and Zhou Chunyong were both stunned.
What the hell is this about? Can you pick it up at your fingertips and design and solve specific diseases according to each patient's own situation
In fact, there will be more or less similar situations in every operation, which is called adaptability. No one can step into the same river twice, and no one can perform two identical surgeries.
But fundamentally re-planning a brand new technique is called originality! Just like the new tip surgery, it is called the zheng-Rudolf surgery.
But that was a Nobel Prize-winning technique. How long had it just passed? One hour? The magic formula was created? !
Bao Longtao believed this was impossible based on his decades of clinical experience.
"Dean Bao, that's all we can do. Originally, I thought about this picture and showed it to the teachers at Shuai's Mansion. They would understand that the operation can be done, and the boss should stop showing off. But now the old man is discharged automatically. You can go to 912. The boss and I will go on stage!" Su Yun was a little excited.
He was born in Xiehe and rarely went back. After all, he had to call everyone he saw "teacher", so it was not as satisfying as going to a hospital like the Medical University Affiliated Hospital to smash people with their medical records.
When he heard the news that the old man was discharged from hospital, Su Yun became even more interested. He looked at Bao Longtao and said, "Well, Dean Bao, hurry up and send the drawings to the professionals for a look. To put it bluntly, it's not that I'm too lazy. I mean, it’s because there’s a mountain between us, and you’ve been an old doctor for decades, so there’s no way you don’t understand this.”
Bao Longtao was dumbfounded. To be honest, he really didn't understand Zenker's diverticulum. As for the new techniques developed by Boss Zheng and Professor Su, I probably wouldn't be able to understand them, let alone the subtle differences.
To give Boss Zheng and Professor Su some face, Bao Longtao nodded, took a photo of the sketch, and sent it to several people at the same time.
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The prosperity of the Song Dynasty is recognized by later generations!
But who knew that the wonder of the Song Dynasty was that it was a country that was ruined by the emperor and the civil servants themselves.
Let’s see how the protagonist joins in the game of ruining the Song Dynasty!