Early the next morning, Zheng Ren opened his eyes and picked up his phone. There were many messages on his phone.
Gao Shaojie, Wang Qiang and others congratulated Zheng Ren on the successful live broadcast of his surgery. Lao Gao got the news very late, Zheng Ren thought.
However, even if I didn't know the news and didn't see the live broadcast of the surgery, I quickly heard about it from others. It seemed that it had already formed a storm that swept the domestic medical industry.
Doctors in the interventional department were especially shocked.
Zheng Ren left a message to Gao Shaojie, who had been in contact with the professor and had performed more than 30 tip surgeries during this period. Gao Shaojie followed standard procedures and sent the patient's information to Professor Rudolf Wagner.
After breakfast, we went to work from Dongcheng to Xicheng.
Although the departure time was relatively early, it was still quite far. As he walked, Zheng Ren wondered whether he should rent two houses near Xicheng Hospital.
But thinking about the housing prices and rents in the imperial capital, Zheng Ren gave up.
Although this money could definitely be used as public funds, Zheng Ren had never seen or tasted it, and he never thought about the huge sum of money in the public account.
And Zheng Ren has a use for that money.
Wait a little longer, I'll have more money.
The imperial capital is different from Haicheng or even provincial capital. The Shea family doesn't have many houses here. Of course, the Sunshine 100cbd in the East Third Ring Road is not included.
When you come to the hospital, first look at the patients, chat, and understand the various conditions of the patients' diet and daily life. Shift handover, ward rounds, and everything will be fine.
Zheng Ren was a little unaccustomed to this kind of leisurely life.
But it doesn't matter, Zheng Ren can go to the system library to read.
After the tips operation, the patients were all stable. After Zheng Ren arranged the second-stage operation for tomorrow, he was just about to go to the library when the head nurse greeted him outside.
It's the number of the urology department.
Zheng Ren felt a little strange and picked up the phone, "Hello, I'm Zheng Ren."
"Boss Zheng, this is Yu Jianshui. We are doing the adrenal tumor surgery today. Director Miao asked if you have time to take a look?" Mr. Yu from the Department of Urology said very politely on the phone, slightly out of breath. I guess I took the fire escape to the dressing room on the sixth floor to get ready to go on stage.
"Okay." Zheng Ren was also curious about the patient, and it was Director Miao who invited him, so he readily agreed.
After answering, Zheng Ren greeted Chang Yue and the professor and went directly to the operating room.
Yu Jianshui and Mr. Yu were changing clothes in the locker room. When they saw Zheng Ren come in, they greeted him warmly.
"Boss Zheng, the patient came back from the examination. Director Miao said hello and rushed it. It is indeed the problem you said." Mr. Yu said with a smile, "Your diagnostic skills are really high!"
Zheng Ren smiled back.
This indifferent attitude can easily make the conversation awkward. Zheng Ren is better at this, he is not good at fighting with others.
It’s a matter of personality, there’s nothing we can do about it.
But he is of high standard and kind-hearted, but he just doesn't want to chat.
We don’t have many opinions about this kind of people, at least when we see them in general. He recounted the entire process to himself. The Department of Urology went through two more pre-operative discussions and formulated a post-operative recovery plan with the relevant departments before preparing to start the operation today.
The surgery is not a big deal for the 912 Department of Urology.
But during the ward rounds, Director Miao asked Boss Zheng if he had time.
Zheng Ren didn't know what Director Miao meant, but he couldn't refuse directly. And he was somewhat interested in this operation.
In the system operating room, while training on liver echinococcosis surgery, Zheng Ren also practiced segmental nephrectomy.
There is no harm in knowing something about urology and looking at surgery. This is all experience, and nothing will happen down there anyway.
It's not like being in the Haicheng emergency ward. Zheng Ren's hands are a little itchy due to surgery every day.
After changing clothes, Zheng Ren and Mr. Yu left the dressing room together and climbed the internal stairs to the operating room on the fifth floor.
The day's work has just begun, and the operating room is busy in an orderly and tense manner.
Except for the emergency room, all other operating rooms are open. The doctors who transport patients for surgery, the circulating nurses, and the equipment nurses who wash hands are like beating notes, playing the melody of life.
"Boss Zheng, this is it." Mr. Yu politely led the way to the urology surgery room.
The patient is already lying on the operating table, and the anesthesiologist is putting on the oxygen mask and preparing for intubation, medication, and anesthesia.
"I'll take another look at the film," Zheng Ren said.
Mr. Yu picked up the film that was put together with the medical records and handed it to Zheng Ren. He said so and went to check the patient's information and look for the surgical marks left before the operation to avoid cutting the wrong kidney.
Rigorous verification work is an indispensable part.
Zheng Ren inserted the film into the reader in the operating room, held his chin up and read it again.
Overall, there was no problem. Zheng Ren just watched the films before surgery as a habit, even though he was not a surgeon. This is a habit, a good habit, and Zheng Ren is not prepared to change it.
As he was watching, there was suddenly a noise outside and the sound of anxious and hurried footsteps.
Emergency rescue? Zheng Ren's heart skipped a beat.
But then Zheng Ren remembered that this was 912, and emergency rescue had nothing to do with him.
The hormone levels in the body that have just increased a little will return to normal immediately.
1.235 seconds later, Zheng Ren suddenly realized something was wrong.
The footsteps and anxious shouts came from the operating room inside, not the emergency operating room located outside.
What's going on here? Could it be an allergy
Zheng Ren's first reaction was that he was allergic to intraoperative fluid rehydration, such as liquids such as low molecular weight dextran.
However, even if it is an allergy, it is not a serious problem and can only be treated accordingly. Except for a very small number of patients, severe edema symptoms may occur, leading to sudden death or cerebral hypoxia and becoming a vegetative state.
Somewhat curious, Zheng Ren put the film into the film bag, put it together with the medical records, and walked out of the operating room.
In the corridor, a nurse was running, apparently to get something that she didn't usually use. A doctor was on the phone anxiously in the corridor, asking for a superior doctor to come immediately.
There was a tense atmosphere, like a volcano erupting and ejecting lava, which raised the temperature of the entire operating room a lot.
The caller was the anesthesiologist. After he finished the call, he hurried back to the operating room. Zheng Ren followed him to the door of the surgery room and took a look.
Seven or eight doctors inside are busy rescuing the patient. The patient's tracheal intubation has been inserted and the ventilator is working.
An arm stretched out from the gap between the people. It seemed to belong to the patient. It's just that the arms seem a little strange...
Zheng Ren frowned and looked carefully.
Someone kept bumping into the outstretched arm, but the arm looked like it was made of reinforced concrete. It was not bumped, but trembled slightly at a high frequency.
When rescuing, the movements are relatively fast, not gentle, only rough, simple and fast.
But even in the rough collision, the arm was still stretched out, barely moving no matter how it was touched, and only vibrated at its own frequency.
What the hell is going on? !