Director Qian's attitude toward Gao Shaojie was warm and polite, but he didn't have any tendency to kneel down or lick him eagerly.
After all, he is the leading professor of the Affiliated Hospital of the Provincial Medical University, and his level is high. If something urgent happens, just make a phone call, and they will give him face, and then take the high-speed train to come over for a consultation and help solve difficult problems.
Or arrange for the patient to be hospitalized or have surgery in the provincial capital. These are all visible benefits.
But if you really want to say how important it is, that may not be the case.
After expressing his respect, Director Qian did not say anything else. He just greeted his buddies and took Zheng Ren and Gao Shaojie into the ICU.
"This patient is a small leader. His blood pressure and blood lipids have been high recently, and he just walks 10,000 steps a day. He has a social event after get off work, and the restaurant he wants to go to is not far away, so he doesn't drive, but walks there." While changing clothes, Director Qian said: "I didn't expect that we would encounter such a sudden disaster."
"How is the patient's current condition?" Zheng Ren asked.
"It's okay." Director Qian said, "I haven't peeed yet, but my blood pressure has reached 60/30 mmHg."
Although this blood pressure is still not high, it is a qualitative change from scratch.
Entering the ICU, the various sounds from ventilators, monitors, intravenous pumps, and hemofiltration machines all merge into one, causing the heart rate and blood pressure to rise involuntarily.
Su Yun was sitting next to the patient's bed, holding a pen and paper in his hand, recording some values.
"Su Yun, how's the situation?" Director Qian said without hesitation.
Ordinarily, Su Yun has left the ICU and is no longer Director Qian's soldier. But this guy has this kind of ability, which caused Director Qian and Old Director Pan to fight several times. After the failure, they still regarded him as one of their own.
Zheng Ren is ashamed of his ability.
However, handsome men have their own ways, and tigers have their own heroes (Note 1). Zheng Ren is qualified to let Su Yun call him boss, and he can completely ignore this subtle relationship between people.
Su Yun was still sitting on the chair, with no intention of standing up. He raised his head and said, "Fortunately, I think I can have the tube extubated the day after tomorrow."
Director Qian particularly believed in Su Yun's judgment, and his face was filled with the same smile as when he saw his nephew's awesomeness.
When Gao Shaojie saw Su Yun raise his head, he was confused. He initially thought that this person was a technician in the CT room.
Later, during the emergency rescue, I saw that he dared to make an incision and pinched the liver porta with his hands. I judged that this was an emergency doctor who could operate a CT machine, or someone with extremely rich experience and high level of expertise.
Complications such as pinching the porta hepatis with bare hands, avulsion, and necrosis would scare ordinary doctors away.
If you don't take action, it has nothing to do with me. If you do it but don't do it well, it will be a big problem.
But this matter is not that difficult.
Therefore, doctors who don’t know what to do will never dare to make incisions in the emergency room and stop bleeding with their bare hands.
You know what you are doing, and you have to have some enthusiasm.
After all, patients without blood pressure do not know whether they will live or die, and the probability of being rescued is extremely low.
This kind of operation has hidden dangers.
However, now I actually see him in the ICU again.
Listening to the meaning of Director Qian's words and the familiarity and kindness in his tone, Gao Shaojie vaguely felt that this doctor named Su Yun was the mainstay of the ICU, the kind of capable and down-to-earth resident general that the director liked most.
No matter what patient is entrusted to him, he can go home and sleep with confidence.
this…
This is too awesome.
How many majors can he be so good at
And he seems to be just Zheng Ren's assistant.
No wonder Zheng Ren said that there was nothing wrong with his assistant at home.
"Boss, you're as tired as a dog today, you'd better go back to bed early." Su Yun didn't know, nor did he want to know Gao Shaojie's psychological activities. After briefly reporting the patient's condition, he blew the black hair on his forehead and gave a handsome look. , and then talked to Zheng Ren.
"..." Gao Shaojie was really confused.
You say Su Yun is a little doctor? Which little doctor can talk to a senior doctor in this tone? As tired as a dog... Rub!
But to say that he is not a little doctor, the title of boss is not something that ordinary doctors can afford.
Even Gao Shaojie himself does not have a national natural science foundation and is not a real boss.
Forget it, I don’t understand. The more I think about it, the more I feel like I have a hundred thousand reasons.
Gao Shaojie stood aside calmly, looking at the strange pair.
"Well, I'm quite tired." Zheng Ren replied calmly, as if he didn't even notice Su Yunpan's words, "It's all your hard work here."
"It's not hard work. Patients with this kind of hemorrhagic shock can adjust their condition in one night." Su Yun said with a smile.
Zheng Ren glanced at the monitor and ventilator. The parameters on them made him feel reassured, so he said goodbye and left.
While walking, he suddenly remembered something, picked up the phone, and dialed.
"Hello, Director Sun."
"Mr. Zheng, what's the matter?" Director Sun seemed to be drinking on the other side of the phone, and his tongue was a bit big.
"Is the patient with decompensated liver cirrhosis you mentioned hospitalized?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Oh, he's in the hospital. I'm going to take him to let you slap him tomorrow."
"Tomorrow morning, let's do an MRI scan of his liver. Yes, it's diffusion." Zheng Ren said, "When you're done, tell me and I'll watch the film on the computer."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"Mr. Zheng, do you have a patient here who needs tip surgery?" Gao Shaojie asked in surprise.
"What a coincidence."
"Do liver MRI diffusion? Is this a new differential diagnosis method?" Gao Shaojie was very skilled and found the problem node at once.
"Well, yes." Zheng Ren walked out of the ICU, "It's getting late. Teacher Gao, go back and have a rest early. We'll talk about the specific differential diagnosis tomorrow when we watch the film."
"Okay, okay." Gao Shaojie responded quickly.
Returning to the emergency ward, Zheng Ren walked in to change his clothes. Gao Shaojie thought for a moment and did not follow Zheng Ren. Instead, he went downstairs and prepared to drive Wang Qiang to Shangri-La.
"Teacher, he really knows how to perform tip surgery?" Wang Qiang still can't believe this fact.
"I don't know how to do it." Gao Shaojie pondered for a few seconds and said.
Oh, I see. Wang Qiang thought to himself, if you ask me to say that the intervention level of the city's first hospital is not as good as that of the second hospital. There isn’t even an interventional department, but you still want to do tips surgery
"It's about finding a new way to do tip surgery." Gao Shaojie said seriously and firmly: "But Mr. Zheng's level is indeed high. I can't see how high it is specifically. And this method has It may change the future direction of interventional surgery, and maybe even win the Nobel Prize in Medicine.”
“…”
"Who knows, I'm just curious. I'll know the details tomorrow." Gao Shaojie walked out of the emergency room building of the No. 1 City Hospital.
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Note 1: This is a sentence written by Shitori Murakami in a single chapter a year ago. Ever since the book was published, readers were told that one of the passages was plagiarized from Shitori Murada's book, and they were afraid to read it. What an annoyance, I subscribe automatically, I glance at the chapter names every day, and I can only hope that Shitori Village will open a new chapter, which is so cute.