The Surgeon's Studio

12 hours ago, Boston, United States.

In the West Roxbury District, smoke was rising from a house.

The electrical wires in the basement must have been in disrepair for a long time, causing an electrical fire. The female owner of the house quickly realized that there was an accident. She immediately pulled the power switch and carried a bucket to put out the fire that had not spread.

It was just that the strong smell of rubber made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

After putting out the fire, she felt exhausted. The high tension just now had overwhelmed her body.

The basement was filled with smoke, and one breath was enough to make one choke and cough.

He used all his strength to walk out of the basement. In the end, his body was so weak that he almost fainted on the steps of the basement.

However, her strong desire to live made her persevere and walk out.

She sat by the door and breathed in the fresh air, feeling very happy. Although the basement needed to be cleaned thoroughly, and he seemed to have something to do these few days, it was a wonderful thing to be able to walk out alive.

However, as she sat at the door, her lower abdomen began to hurt.

The excruciating pain drained the last bit of energy in his body. Endless fatigue surged like a tide, drowning him.

She did not panic.

Two or three months ago, she had encountered the same situation. Her abdomen was in severe pain. He was sent to the Massachusetts General Hospital for treatment by an ambulance. The doctor said it was abdominal pain caused by the periodic vomiting syndrome.

To hell with the periodic vomiting syndrome, to hell with the insurance!

She sat at the door and had no intention of calling for an ambulance. Instead, she was prepared to let time settle everything. Every time an ambulance came, it would give a receipt that would make one's heart tremble.

It was not a receipt, but a ticket to hell.

As long as she still had energy, she didn't want to take the ambulance to the hospital. It was a terrible experience.

However, after enduring for a night, she didn't see any improvement. She had to contact her former attending doctor the next day and go to the Massachusetts General Hospital for treatment.

She didn't make an appointment because Dr. Mark, who diagnosed her with periodic vomiting syndrome last time, felt that this case was very interesting, so he told her to come to him directly if she had any problems.

Very quickly, Dr. Mark began to regret his decision.

The last time he was in the hospital, he gave the female patient ondansprout, morphine, and an intravenous infusion. The patient's nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain were relieved after taking the medicine. On the second day of hospitalization, the patient was able to eat normally and was discharged.

Dr. Mark was only interested in the periodic vomiting syndrome, and he was prepared to do a long - term follow - up investigation.

However, when the female patient was hospitalized again and did the corresponding examination, Dr. Mark found that the patient's condition was not right.

She was clear - headed and had a directional force. But her emotions were unstable, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying.

The patient's gaze was stronger, and he spoke quickly, urgently, and sometimes vaguely. And as time passed, her emotions became more and more agitated. Someone saw her writhing violently on the bed and pulling at the equipment and clothes.

Periodic vomiting syndrome did not have this kind of problem, so Dr. Mark, as the attending doctor, began to feel troubled.

After a consultation with a neurologist, they concluded that it had nothing to do with a nervous system disease.

Soon, the patient's condition worsened.

Dr. Mark gave her an intravenous infusion and gave her andansqiong, pantolazopo, Fanny's and laurawestpan. The patient was taken into the intensive care unit for a diagnostic examination.

The doctor in the intensive care unit was very unhappy. The sky was barely bright, but he had accepted a patient with a strange condition.

This was not the main point. What made him most angry was that he was about to watch the live broadcast of the surgery. It was a live broadcast of a liver abscess that had no history of trauma or surgery, but he saw a foreign object in the liver.

"Damn it!" The ICU's doctor nagged. The live broadcast of the surgery was about to start, and the female patient had been sent over.

He could only put down his phone regretfully and hope that the surgeon's surgery would be done slower this time. He examined the female patient as fast as he could and gave her the right treatment. Then, he returned to his room.

As expected, the surgery was completed.

Damn it, he could only watch the recorded broadcast. However, he felt that there was no soul in watching a live surgery recording. It was just an ordinary teaching video.

"Jason, my previous diagnosis of this patient is periodic ..." Dr. Mark explained his judgment, but he was interrupted by Dr. Jason from the ICU.

"I don't want to know what you diagnosed. I'm going to watch the live broadcast of the surgery now. Because of your stupidity, I'm going to watch an exciting surgery!" Dr. Jason roared.

"Live surgery? Is it the surgery of the young doctor Who just became our tenured professor?" Dr. Mark asked.

"Yes!" Jason's face was livid, and he began to watch the recording of the "soulless" surgery.

"Liver abscess? What's there to see about this kind of surgery?" Mark leaned over and saw the image of the operation on Jason's mobile phone.

It was just a liver abscess. Dr. Mark had never watched live surgery broadcasts from the other side of the ocean because the live broadcasts were mainly interventional surgeries, and he was not a doctor from the Department of interventional services.

There were some surgical operations, but Dr. Mark didn't think that performing surgery in a different field would be that exciting.

"Shut your stinky mouth! This is a tenured professor's surgery. If you don't want to be fired by the Board of Directors, you'd better watch the surgery with a devout heart. " Dr. Jason's expression was very interesting. The surgery was done quite quickly, which was in line with his expectations.

What he was curious about was why there was a foreign object on the liver when there was no history of external injuries or operations.

Where did this foreign object come from?

Soon, Dr. Jason saw the free abscess being caught nimbly by the pincers. After sucking a portion of the thick juice, the foreign object was accurately clamped and removed directly.

"Jason, what is that?" "How did it appear there?" mark asked.

"Who knows! There's no history of surgery, no history of external injuries, and yet a foreign object actually appeared in his body, causing a liver abscess!" Jason stared at the scene intently. Then, the Sorcerer did not continue the operation immediately. Instead, he began to remove the moss on the foreign object with a hemostatic forceps.

A toothpick that was already partially corroded appeared on the screen.

"It's actually a toothpick!" Dr. Mark raised his hands and expressed his surprise in an exaggerated posture.

Although Jason was also very surprised, he tried his best to calm down and said,""Mark, our newly hired tenured professor is actually very capable,"

"Him?" "I heard ..." Dr. Mark said.

"Please keep your respect for tenured professors, if you don't want to be fired." Jason watched the operation with full concentration. The surgeon changed into sterile gloves and continued to clean the pustule.

The focus of the surgery was on the removal of the foreign body. Even so, Dr. Jason was still interested in all the operations of the Sorcerer.

After watching the operation, Dr. Jason felt that he had not had enough.

Suddenly, a strange thought appeared in his mind.

Could she send him an email to show him the condition of the patient with the periodic vomiting syndrome?

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[Note: This case came from Massachusetts General Hospital. Yes, it's true, not fabricated.]