"Well, the lesions are relatively large and deep, so it is difficult to perform endoscopic mucosal dissection." Zheng Ren pondered the solution, "Use an endoscope to obtain the pathology first, and then seize the time for surgery."
After speaking, he glanced at the patient's family.
Suddenly I realized that I seemed to have said a bit too much. This was in Director Luo's office.
Director Luo looked at Zheng Ren with interest. He thought this young man was particularly interesting.
He is somewhat capable, but talks a bit too much, probably because he is anxious to show off.
Could it be that he did not come to study through normal procedures, but that he relied on connections to work here for a short period of time for a few months and then leave
The patient's family left with a lot of gratitude. Director Luo asked the next patient's family to wait. He looked at Dr. Shen with a smile, waiting for him to speak.
"Director Luo, this is Boss Zheng, who has just been transferred to our hospital." Dr. Shen explained in a low voice.
Things have exceeded my expectations. This is not the conventional sense of coming to see Director Luo and say hello.
Boss Zheng discussed the condition directly with Director Luo, and Dr. Shen was not sure what would happen.
"Boss Zheng?" Director Luo muttered these three words softly, thinking to himself, is this really a peer, not some rich second generation doing business
But is he receiving a provincial scientific research fund or a national scientific research fund
"Director Luo, I just came to 912. I am responsible for the research on new tips surgery techniques. I also need to..." Zheng Ren tried his best to keep smiling and endured the pain coming from the purple brows and corners of his eyes.
Just halfway through what he said, Director Luo's expression suddenly changed.
"Are you Zheng Ren?" Director Luo asked, staring at Zheng Ren.
"Well, I am Zheng Ren. I will cause you a lot of trouble in the future." Zheng Ren said politely.
"You have been recommended as a candidate for the Nobel Prize. Is this true?" Director Luo asked, his tone no longer as calm as before and a little anxious.
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded.
This matter happened due to some coincidence. When Zheng Ren was recommended by Dr. Mehar and nominated for the Nobel Prize, he was on a mission in the south, and all relevant news was suppressed.
Director Kong didn't say anything in detail, but Nobel Prize nominations didn't involve confidentiality, so he would occasionally show off to other colleagues when eating and drinking.
Isn’t it amazing enough to recruit Nobel Prize candidates to 912
This thing was only circulated in a small area, and no one believed it very much, but they didn't expect to see the real owner today.
Director Luo was stunned.
What that guy Lao Kong said is actually true!
It would be nonsense to say that there were no doubts. But today this little doctor with a bruised nose and face appeared in front of him. Faced with a difficult "ordinary" case, he gave the same diagnosis as himself, which explained something.
The three surgical methods that Zheng Ren finally proposed are not nonsense.
Director Luo also has these three surgical methods in mind, and is very inclined to the third one. Regarding diagnosis and treatment, the two of them have the same vision.
After all, the patient has a history of Crohn's disease. If the colon is not removed, there is a high probability that the disease will still occur in the future. Preserving the rectum can improve the patient's quality of life after surgery, so it is worth taking some risks.
If you have a rectostomy, the patient needs to wear a bag through which the feces can be excreted. The physiological structure that is different from normal people will cause huge psychological pressure and ideological burden to patients.
In some extreme cases, it may even lead to premature death.
The choice of plan is directly related to the doctor's personal personality and diagnostic level.
It seems that this young man's level is really good.
Director Luo stood up, stretched out his hand, and said with a gentle smile: "Boss Zheng, it's our first time meeting you. Nice to meet you."
Zheng Ren quickly reached out his hand and shook Director Luo's hand.
This way of meeting was back on track, and it was simply too formal. Director Luo gave him equal respect as himself, out of respect for the Nobel Prize.
"Sit, sit, you're welcome. Is it because the beds Lao Kong gave you are not enough, or is it difficult to admit patients?" Director Luo said a few simple words of politeness, and then pointed to the essence of the problem.
As an upstream department, if doctors from the interventional department come to see us, what else can they do
"Both." Zheng Ren smiled politely, sat on the chair, and said, "Director Kong is not at home, and I don't know how to carry out the work, so I came to visit you first."
"Boss Zheng, you're welcome. How is the progress of your tip surgery?" Director Luo is more interested in this.
Just when Zheng Reng was about to answer, there was a gentle knock on the door of Director Luo's office.
Director Luo shook his head and said with a smile: "It's like this in the hospital, there's no time to even chat."
"I have nothing to do, you go ahead and do your work." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Please come in." Director Luo said, sitting upright.
A man opened the door with an apologetic smile on his face and wanted to come in. But there were other family members of patients in front of him, and subtle emotions spread.
"Director Luo, I was introduced by Dr. Ding."
Director Luo noticed that subtle emotion and said, "Wait for me outside, I'll finish handling other things."
As he spoke, he waved to the people lining up outside.
This way of handling is very appropriate. At a glance, you can tell that Director Luo faces these things every day and has formed a fixed formula for how to solve them.
It's all through trust, so it's better to queue up.
Zheng Ren wasn't in a hurry, it would be fine if he went back anyway. Straightening out the relationships in the hospital is the key point. Director Luo's attitude was unexpectedly good, which made Zheng Ren feel at ease.
A middle-aged woman squeezed in, bowed first, and then whispered: "Hello, Director Luo."
"Give me the film and tell me about the situation." Director Luo was still very gentle and spoke directly without too many words.
The woman put the film and other information on Director Luo's desk. She still bent her waist slightly and maintained a respectful attitude. She said, "There is something wrong with my daughter. She is 22 years old and she always feels very tired recently. I also had abdominal pain several times, and my face turned pale when the pain occurred, which looked scary.
Every time I got sick, I was sent to our local hospital. The initial diagnosis was intestinal obstruction, but after careful examination, it was all negative. The level of doctors in this small area is low. "
Director Luo listened and looked through the patient's test sheets.
Zheng Ren sat on the chair, feeling a little moved, but he held it back. This is the 912 hospital, the office of Director Luo of the Department of Gastroenterology. I can't do anything for others, otherwise I will really have no idea.
From the corner of his eye, Director Luo caught a glimpse of Zheng Ren's eagerness to give it a try. He felt funny in his heart, so he flipped through the lab tests and said, "Boss Zheng, would you like to give me a slap?"