The Surgeon's Studio

Zhao Wenhua could clearly feel the sudden surge of joy from Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

Was it an illusion? How could he be happy? Could it be that he had unknowingly fallen into a trap again?

A series of questions appeared in Zhao Wenhua's mind.

"Are you serious?" "No problem, no problem," Zheng Ren said."I'll just do it."

He did not wait for Zhao Wenhua's reply and immediately said,""I'll talk to the patient's family about the preoperative instructions. You just need to let your family know. "

"What do you mean?" Zhao Wenhua could not keep up with Zheng Ren's train of thought and asked in surprise.

"He said that he had arranged for a junior doctor, professor Zhao." Su Yun recovered quickly and said in a weird tone.

Zhao Wenhua's heart skipped a beat.

There must be something wrong with this, but where was the problem?

He really couldn't understand this.

"Young Feng, there's a surgery at oneo' clock in the afternoon. Lung isolation requires spring ring. " While Zhao Wenhua was still in a daze, Zheng Ren had already called Feng Xuhui and asked him to rush over with the medical consumables.

"That's too fast ..." Zhao Wenhua decided not to think about it and just followed the plan.

No matter what kind of trap it was, he would not go to the surgery and would just watch from below. If there was any risk, he could just stop the surgery immediately.

He was fine, the patient was fine, the only one who was in trouble was boss Zheng.

Zhao Wenhua wasn't stupid. He was a top student back in the day, so how could he not have enough intelligence?

According to Su Yun, he went to explain the situation to his cousin and his cousins. Then, he called his distant cousin over to listen to Zheng Ren's pre - Operation instructions.

The explanation was very detailed. Zheng Ren drew a picture as he spoke.

The sketch was excellent. After he finished, it looked like a three - dimensional reconstruction of a black - and - White 64 - row CT scan. It was vivid, three - dimensional, and vivid.

The preoperative briefing was as vivid as a sketch. Zhao Wenhua knew that this required a solid foundation, medical skills, and the ability to communicate with the patient.

He was clearly very good at communicating with patients before the surgery, but why did he usually seem like a good - for - nothing with extremely low emotional intelligence?

"Professor Zhao, you have a call." The nurse in front answered the call and greeted him before going back to work.

Zhao Wenhua went to answer the phone reluctantly. He really wanted to listen to boss Zheng's preoperative instructions.

If there was a chance, it would be even better if he could get a sketch.

Bah!

What was he thinking? Zhao Wenhua walked out of the office and immediately realized that he had been bewitched again.

He was clearly trying to harm her, so how could she look at him with admiration?

This was simply too unreasonable!

"Hello, this is Zhao Wenhua."

"Oh, little Fang, boss Zheng said that there was an error in his diagnosis. It's lung isolation, and he's preparing for interventional surgery."

" 1 p.m."

There was a slight panic on the other end of the phone. However, Zhao Wenhua exchanged a few more polite words with Fang Lin after he had finished speaking before he hung up the phone.

Zhao Wenhua's image in 912 was that of a refined leading professor. He smiled. His performance should be pretty good.

It was just that Fang Lin was grateful to boss Zheng. If he were to see that boss Zheng could not take the surgery down, he would probably break down emotionally.

Zhao Wenhua thought to himself.

Soon, Fang Lin rushed down in a hurry.

"Boss Zheng, are there patients with lung isolation?" After he entered the room, he immediately asked without any small talk.

"Yes, it's a typical case from the x - ray." Zheng Ren smiled."Are you busy on your side?"

"I'm busy. " Said Fang Lin with a smile.

"Busy my a * S. You said you'd treat me to a meal. It's been almost a month, but I haven't seen her at all." Su Yun said in disdain.

"Look at what you're saying, Brother Yun." Fang Lin spread his hands."Chief resident, it's not like you don't know how busy I am."

Upon saying that, Fang Lin shifted the topic back to lung isolation.

"Where's the patient, x - ray, and medical record? I'll go and take a look. "

"There's nothing to see. Go back and flip through your books. " Su Yun said.

"He said that the surgery will be at one in the afternoon?" Fang Lin asked,'are you doing an arterial scan? Do I need to prepare for the operation? After you guys have confirmed it with angiography, I will go straight up to the stage. "

"You wish." "The boss said that he wants to undergo interventional surgery," Su Yun said.

Fang Lin was stunned for a moment before he said,""Boss Zheng, the blood vessels are too thick, and there are too many blood vessels. It's safer to cut them off."

"I'm fine. " Zheng Ren smiled faintly."In interventional surgeries, the patient's injury is relatively small."

Fang Lin was rendered speechless.

Even if it was a thoracoscopies, a few incisions had to be made before it was done. Not to mention the lobular tissue that had been cut out, he even had to make a small incision to take out the lobular tissue. The other option was to crush the lobular and remove it through the thoracoscopy tunnel.

No matter what was done, the trauma would be greater than that of an interventional surgery.

He was just a needle in a haystack.

If he was not worried about the femoral artery bleeding, the patient would be able to walk back on his own after the surgery. Is the cardiothoracic Department good? 'He's already bragging about performing a small pulmonary nodules surgery during the day.'

However, could it be cured by interventional surgery? At the thought of this, Fang Lin was overjoyed.

Was he suspecting boss Zheng? When did he become so awesome?

They chatted and laughed as they went for lunch. Meanwhile, Zhao Wenhua's mind was filled with thoughts. He could not figure out what methods boss Zheng's Medical Group was going to use to harm him.

To say that it was a trap might be a light one, but it was very likely that he would be killed.

Time flew by as he struggled.

At 12.50 A. M., Zhao Wenhua personally sent his cousin - in - Law to the operating room.

Zheng Ren also followed them to change his clothes. In the medical team, other than Chang Yue who was not interested in the surgery, the others followed to watch the fun.

Lung isolation was a rare case that required slow diagnosis, and it was not easy to encounter one.

He was changing his clothes when Fang Lin and old Gu walked in together.

"Little Zheng, is there a patient with lung isolation?" Old Gu asked.

"Yes." Zheng Ren quickly stood up and said to old Gu,""He has a history of coughing blood and inflammation of his lungs. It's a very typical lung isolation disease."

"Let me see the x - ray." Old Gu said.

Zheng Ren stuck the film against the glass and said,""Old Gu, take a look."

Old Gu put on his glasses and looked carefully.

After a few minutes, old Gu took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.""It's really lung isolation. "

"Old Gu, were you dragged here by Fang Lin to prepare for the surgery?" Su Yun asked respectfully.

"They said he has lung isolation. I happened to have accumulated some medical cases, so I came to take a look and make up the number. Little Zheng, Su Yun, tell me how you diagnosed him. " Old Gu said slowly.

"The x - ray image shows an uneven shadow with increased density. The boundary is clear, and it is in the shape of a lobular, or it can be accompanied by single or multiple cystic dilapidation. It is located at the posterior Basilisk of the lower lobe and is connected to the diaphragm.

The patient's lung isolation was combined with pneumonia. While the isolated lung tissue and the neighboring normal lung tissue appeared, there was a shadow of lung inflammation. After the inflammation was controlled, the neighboring lung tissue returned to normal, but the shadow of the isolated lung tissue still remained. "

"Yes, that's basically it." Old Gu said,"there has been a new point of view in recent years. They say that embolism can be treated. Are you confident?"

"There are!" Zheng Ren said with certainty.