The whole process of the operation was uneventful. Su Yun played with his mobile phone the whole time. Zheng Ren didn't know why this guy couldn't live without his mobile phone.
Isn't he afraid of cervical spine problems
Before I finished changing my clothes, a WeChat notification sounded on my phone.
It must be Xiao Yiren, Zheng Ren thought in his heart, with a smile on his lips.
"You're such a thief, what are you laughing at?" Su Yun caught a glimpse of Zheng Ren's smile, curled his lips, and asked disdainfully.
Zheng Ren said nothing, took the time to change his clothes, and then picked up his phone.
Boss Zheng, the urology patients in the operating room cannot leave the stage. Mr. Yu asked me to tell you and take a look at it when I have time.
It was Lao He's voice. The voice was very low, very depressed, very urgent, and a little panicked. It was a mess, so he probably wanted to make a call, but was called away to attend the rescue, so he only left a message.
Zheng Ren was stunned.
Because it was broadcast outside, Su Yun also heard it.
He stood up suddenly, frowned and said, "Something happened?"
"Maybe." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice, then replied "Okay" to Lao He, went to change his shoes, and walked out of the dressing room quickly.
Su Yun followed Zheng Ren, and the two of them ran all the way to the operating room of the hospital.
I hurriedly changed my clothes, grabbed a sterile cap and put it on my head. I tied the straps of the sterile mask and walked inside.
Perhaps due to psychological effects, Zheng Ren felt that the air in the operating room was particularly heavy today.
I quickly walked in and saw people coming in and out of an operating room with the door open. They were all silent, no communication, just busy.
Zheng Ren guessed that it should be here.
He walked directly in and saw rescue operations underway inside. As for the patient lying on the operating table, the background color of the system panel is a pale white, and there is no system diagnosis.
Already dead, there is no hope... Zheng Ren felt cold in his heart.
Director Miao performed heart compressions in person, with standard movements and just the right intensity. However, the waveform displayed on the ECG monitor is a typical heart compression waveform, with no trace of autonomous fluctuations at all.
Zheng Ren knew that everything Director Miao did was in vain.
Lao He stood outside and looked around.
"Lao He, what's going on?" Zheng Ren approached him and asked in a low voice.
"Boss Zheng, you are here." Lao He said in surprise: "Take a look, is there still hope?"
Zheng Ren was silent and slowly shook his head.
Lao He's expression darkened. He said nothing, pulled the hem of Zheng Ren's clothes, motioned for Zheng Ren to follow, and then walked out of the operating room.
Zheng Ren felt a little strange, but in this case, it was hard to ask anything, so he followed Lao He downstairs to the anesthetist's lounge.
This time period is the busiest time, so the lounge is empty.
"Boss Zheng, would you like a cigarette?" Lao He took out a box of Yuxi and handed one to Zheng Ren.
"What's going on?" Su Yun asked.
"Hey, Director Miao is probably going to be in trouble, but I don't know if I can escape." Lao He lit the cigarette and sighed.
"Speak quickly and stop hesitating." Su Yun was very impatient.
"Isn't this a patient that Director Miao admitted a few days ago?" Lao He said: "A 22-year-old girl with advanced renal cancer, a large tumor covering her kidneys."
Zheng Ren frowned, and his brows were pressed together tightly, as if he could squeeze out water.
Should this patient need surgery? In the advanced stage of the tumor, there is no surgical value.
"Lao Sui went to see the patient yesterday, and we chatted for a while when he came back." Lao He said, "The female patient discovered that the tumor was in the advanced stage. She went to several major hospitals, but was told that it was inoperable."
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were silent, sketching the situation in their minds.
"Then one day Director Miao was out for a specialist consultation, and the girl's father took her in and rushed in. After entering, he knelt down to Director Miao and said that he was bleeding from kowtow."
"Kowtow? Do you want surgery?" Su Yun asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Well, the girl's father said that all he wanted was to have an operation. Success or failure would be fate, and it had nothing to do with Director Miao. The girl also said that it would be best if the operation was successful. If not, she would just die to avoid suffering." Lao He's voice He was a little hoarse, and even if he was just stating what happened, he was still in a mess inside.
"Then what?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun asked in unison.
This kind of thing will happen, and it will happen frequently. Since medical treatment entered the market more than ten years ago, the contradiction between doctors and patients has gradually become acute, the social status of doctors has gradually declined, and the old routine has gradually withdrawn from doctors' consciousness.
More than 20 years ago, this kind of patient would have been easy to say. If your family approves, then do it. Life and death are determined by destiny, and wealth is determined by heaven.
But in the current environment, almost all doctors will refuse treatment.
The risks of surgery are huge, and if something goes wrong, the consequences can be disastrous. And it's not just once, but almost certain that the operation will fail.
Zheng Ren felt particularly deeply. He had just undergone an operation to separate the renal artery and renal sympathetic nerve last night. If there was a slight mistake, the experimental subject died.
I really can't do this surgery.
"Later, Director Miao became soft-hearted and gave up." Lao He silently took a few puffs of cigarette, and the smoke puffed out, and the expression on his face seemed to become much darker, "Lao Sui went to see the patient before surgery yesterday and felt that it was not possible. I chatted with Mr. Yu for a few words. Mr. Yu said that the patient’s home seemed to have some problems and it was recommended not to do the surgery.”
"Then what?" The question remained unchanged. Both Zheng Ren and Su Yun had seen a tragedy unfolding.
"Nothing happened. Everyone in the urology department knew it. After a thorough examination, it was found that the tumor had grown again. Director Miao personally told the patient's family that the operation would be stopped. Later, the patient and the patient's father knelt in front of Director Miao's office. , I didn’t get up if I didn’t agree to the operation. It is said that I knelt all night until Director Miao went to work the next day.”
“…”
"You think about it, patients come and go in the ward. Who knows that this is not new? Everyone is talking about it, it is really stressful." Lao He said: "Later, Director Miao personally communicated and signed before the operation, saying that it was The patient and the patient's father both agree, and knowing that this operation has a narrow escape from death, they also agree."
Zheng Ren and Su Yun are both veterans, and they know in their hearts that recognition is recognition. But once you can't get off stage, it's not necessarily what's going on.
"How was the surgery?"
"Open it. As soon as the tumor was cut out, the breathing and circulation stopped." Lao He shook his head and said: "I took a look and there was nothing to consider. The chance of this operation being successful is not high. I can see the possibility that it won't work. Ninety percent."
"Isn't this just in case it's possible? Mr. Yu told me and I'll leave a message for you." Lao He was also very sorry. After finishing speaking, he smoked in silence.
With three cigarettes, the room quickly turned blue and my eyes were so hot that I couldn't open my eyes.
But no one cares, everyone has their own concerns. They are all calculating Director Miao's situation based on their own experiences, hoping that nothing will happen to him.
In the silence, the phone rang.
Zheng Ren took out his phone and took a look.
It's an unknown number.