"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I sing oboe at home." Chang Yue's tone was not very good.
"Double act?" The professor was startled.
Although the language talent is very high, the professor cannot understand and understand this description in a short time.
Neither Zheng Ren nor Chang Yue wanted to explain to the professor.
Zheng Rengang completed the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction of the liver of patients with beds 3 to 8. It can be said that with a high probability, the patient's condition can be controlled.
However, Zheng Ren still couldn't understand the two sons and daughters in the patient's family. One was a bad guy and the other was a hottie.
Seeing that Zheng Ren was a little confused, Chang Yue explained coldly: "The patient's hospitalization was arranged by his family."
This is nonsense.
"The reason is to let my relatives and friends see that I am not unfilial. The old man was sick. He did not go to the township health center for treatment. He was taken directly to Haicheng and stayed in the best city hospital." Chang Yue's tone became more and more serious. The colder it gets, Zheng Ren can feel the biting chill.
"After all my friends and relatives have finished reading, my family started asking for voluntary discharge."
"I just gave a few words of advice and said that when you come back from the 64-row three-dimensional reconstruction, we will see if you have any confidence in the treatment of this disease, and the patient's son started to get into trouble."
A few simple sentences outline the whole thing clearly.
Many people are usually reluctant to spend money on the elderly. When the elderly pass away, the funeral arrangements are so luxurious.
Show it to living people just to save face.
Zheng Ren understands this.
Because I understand,
So it is even more helpless.
The patient's condition is at a controllable stage. Although liver cancer is known as the king of cancers, Zheng Ren believes that as long as the patient can come for surgery and review once every two months, he or she will be discharged without surgery. Patients do not need to take expensive targeted drugs and can live for three to five years.
But…
So helpless.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Type the consent form for automatic discharge." Chang Yue turned her head and continued typing.
Zheng Ren had no choice. He couldn't press the old man on the operating table and just perform the surgery.
The office was very quiet. Professor Rudolf Wagner was not in a good mood when he saw Zheng Ren and Chang Yue. He wanted to communicate with Zheng Ren, but he could only hold it back.
I almost suffered internal injuries.
Soon, Chang Yue sat at his desk and called in the family members of patients with beds 3-8.
The cursing man didn't come in, but the woman who had been persuading him came in.
She looked embarrassed and said when she came in: "Doctor, I'm really sorry, my brother has a bad temper."
Without Chang Yue's explanation, Zheng Ren might have believed it at this time.
Being able to hide something from an old clinical doctor can be said to be a dramatist to a certain extent. The expression is sincere and delicate, full of helplessness and sadness.
But with Chang Yue's explanation, her "performance" seemed to Zheng Ren to be full of flaws.
"Sign." Chang Yue's face lost the smile that he used to have when communicating with patients' families. It was as cold as a sculpture.
"Yeah." The woman nodded quickly and picked up the pen.
"Here, I write that I have learned that the patient was diagnosed with liver cancer and can be treated with surgery. However, due to family and financial reasons, the immediate family members refused the surgery after consultation and strongly requested to be discharged. I will be responsible for any consequences." Chang Yue's explanation reads He was extremely cruel. Normally, he would be discharged automatically, and he would never say such explicit words.
Zheng Ren could feel the anger emanating from Chang Yue.
The daughter of the patient in bed 3-8 was startled.
"Don't worry, no one else will see this signature." Chang Yue said, "It's just to prove that I said such things to you. If Director Pan asks about it in the future, I will have something to explain."
The woman was embarrassed when she mentioned old Director Pan.
She no longer hesitated and began to write the long paragraph that Chang Yue said on the signature sheet.
Zheng Ren watched the woman signing in silence, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Most of it is a pity.
What about even just one surgery
Patients can live half a year to a year longer.
If I go back now, I estimate that I will die within three months to half a year.
A long sigh.
The family members of patients in beds 3-8 quickly signed, and she asked about the discharge time and some related questions.
Chang Yue said a few words to her impatiently and then started to do her own work.
The patient's family members had complicated emotions, but Zheng Ren didn't want to understand that much. Seeing this, just as Chang Yue said, he lost interest and started to pick up "General Surgery" and looked at himself.
The professor felt that everything was strange and novel. He closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.
The patient's family members quickly left the office and in less than half an hour, they took the patient out of the emergency ward carrying large and small packages.
Clinicians have a difficult job, and the main difficulty lies here.
People's hearts are unpredictable, and if you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces.
This time it was because of Director Pan's relationship that the patient's family members just wanted to leave and did not dare to insult Chang Yue and Zheng Ren too much.
If it were anyone else, he would at least make him angry.
Chang Yue finished the discharge procedures for the patient, dumped the case at the nurse station, changed clothes, informed Zheng Ren angrily and left.
Zheng Ren didn't dare to provoke Chang Yue, and probably even Su Yun didn't dare to provoke him.
Today's weather is not good. The sunshine at noon is very weak and not warm.
Zheng Ren looked at the book and no longer felt the sunshine in the afternoon.
While reading, I kept chatting with Xie Yi on WeChat. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, I went to work in the afternoon.
…
At the same time, in a second-grade hospital in Horqin Right Wing Middle Banner, Inner Mongolia (Note 1).
The interventionalist is participating in the hospital-wide consultation.
There was a patient with lower gastrointestinal bleeding in the ICU ward, and the entire hospital was helpless.
Originally, he was a forgotten person in the hospital-wide consultation, but after seeing the hybrid surgery in Xinglinyuan, he gained quite a lot of experience. I heard that there was a hospital-wide consultation, so I came over.
He understood why a hospital-wide consultation was needed.
There is no cure for this disease here.
Hospital-wide consultation shows that the hospital takes it seriously. It's not a medical malpractice, it's just that we really can't do anything.
In the past, there was really no way.
But now, interventionalists think patients at least have a chance to have a stroke.
The deputy chief of the medical department presided over the hospital-wide consultation, and the directors of each department made speeches.
Everyone believes that the patient is older, has more complications, and the risks of surgery...can hardly be called risks, and he will definitely die if he takes the stage.
With conservative treatment, there is still a one percent chance of survival.
But that also depends on fate.
Interventional doctors do not despise them, this is due to medical conditions.
More than a hundred years ago, tuberculosis was still an incurable disease. What about now
Because it is the most peripheral department in the hospital, the interventionalist sat in the corner and waited for a long time.
After everyone had finished speaking, the deputy chief of the medical department packed up and prepared to end the meeting. Finally, he asked habitually, "Who else has any opinions?"
"I want to say a few words."
…
(Note 1: One of my patients is the director of the Grain Bureau of Horqin Right Middle Banner, Inner Mongolia. He has been retired for decades. So I always remember this place name, which is a bit interesting.)
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