The Surgeon's Studio

Even liver cancer was rarely treated in private hospitals. Vascular diseases were the focus of their treatment.

This was because medical consumables were the most expensive. A large rack would cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, and the profits were the highest.

On the other hand, the cardiothoracic Department had low profits and high risks, and it also needed the relevant supporting departments and personnel. It was possible that there might not be a single surgery in a year, and there was no such thing as paying for the cardiothoracic surgery doctors.

Professor Zhang's private hospital was already considered a relatively large hospital, and it could still perform interventional surgeries.

In the beginning, private hospitals could only treat hemorrhoids or scam people.

Mao Chi's face was gloomy. He changed his clothes and came to his car. He was thinking that if he couldn't get the stent out, he would have to go to the thoracic Department.

If he wanted to help professor Zhang solve his problem, he had to get in touch with his heart.

He walked to the front passenger seat. Professor Zhang opened the door first and respectfully.

"Little Zhang, there's no need to be so polite." "You have your own world now," instructor Mao said.

"Director, I wouldn't dare. I remember you saying, what are doctors most afraid of? Something must have happened. If the surgery was performed well, the patient would recover successfully after the surgery. Everyone was happy, and they were all laughing. Once there's a problem, it's not a joke. " Professor Zhang sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

"I finally understand what you mean." He sighed and said,"I'm careful enough. I'm not particularly bad. But I'm always walking by the river. How can I not get my shoes wet?"

Mao Chi felt sad.

This was the only bad thing about working in a private hospital. If this had happened on 9 - 12, the hospital administration Department would have definitely attached great importance to it. They would have organized a consultation for the entire hospital, and then people from all departments would have come to the stage together. The problem would have been solved long ago.

However, in a private hospital ... Little Zhang had to come to him personally to beg him.

"It's only because you're here in the capital that I can still have some hope. If you happen to be giving a lecture, I'd even think of jumping off the building. " Professor Zhang said.

"There's no barrier that can't be crossed. Besides, even if I go, I might not be able to help you solve your problem." Instructor Mao said.

Professor Zhang's hands trembled when he heard that. The car skidded and almost hit the car beside it.

"Little Zhang, your heart is in a mess. If you can 't, I'll drive. " Instructor Mao said.

"Don't mind me, chief. " "If even you can't take it out, then it's your fate," professor Zhang immediately said.

"Well ..." Mao Chi muttered. Speaking of this, he thought of a person.

"Department Director, your level is one of the best in the country. If you ..."

"No, you know what happened to Department Director Miao a while ago, right?" Mao Chi asked.

Professor Zhang's face turned pale.

Why did instructor Mao say this? Even if he didn't say it, he wanted to die. Could the director be hinting at something?

"There's a new junior doctor in the hospital. He was poached by Department Director Kong from the Department of interventional services. He just happened to run into it that day. He used two guide wires with both hands and performed an aortic stent ritual as well as an embolism surgery for hepatic rupture and bleeding. "

"..." Professor Zhang was stunned.

Was instructor Mao trying to make up a story to deceive him because he did not want to perform the surgery? 'How can he operate two guide wires with both hands at the same time?'

"I'm thinking of giving him a call first. " Mao Chi muttered.

He didn't think that he was better than boss Zheng, but he didn't think it was a good idea.

There were no benefits to saving the stage and a successful surgery. Once he failed, he would be a pile of sh * t, and there would be some smell to it.

Besides, surgeries that required immediate rescue were all extremely difficult. Success? He would be extremely lucky if he had a 30% chance of success.

He couldn't stand in the way, but boss Zheng and little Zhang were neither relatives nor friends, so why should he help him?

"Director, please don't leave me alone!" Professor Zhang's hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly. The back of his hands were pale and the veins were bulging, which gave Mao Chi a shock.

Professor Zhang was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

The surgery itself was extremely stressful. If it was a success, it would still be fine, but once it failed, the sense of guilt and the fear of being scolded by the patient's family members would mix together, and the pressure would increase exponentially.

Professor Zhang's family still had a patient whose heart had fallen on a large scaffold. He was already very lucky to be able to drive here without an accident.

Mao Chi hurriedly stopped him and got into the driver's seat in fear, letting him drive to the hospital.

"Little Zhang, calm down." "Didn't director Miao's big incident pass in the end?"Mao Chi said.

"Chief, don't lie to me. It's impossible for him to hold two guide wires with two hands. " Professor Zhang's eyes were a little unfocused. He sat in the front passenger seat, his body limp. If it wasn't for the safety belt, she wouldn't have been able to sit still.

"AI." Mao Chi didn't know how to explain.

He didn't believe this kind of thing.

After more contact, especially after boss Zheng had performed a few beautiful surgeries recently, he was firm in his decision.

"A few days ago, an overseas staff member was shot at the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University ..." Instructor Mao wanted to give another example, but he saw that professor Zhang was not in a good state from the corner of his eye, so he decided not to say anything.

It was useless to tell him now. He would just ask boss Zheng if he could come when he arrived.

If he couldn't come, he would find someone more magnanimous to save the situation. It was said that old Gu was not in good health these days. Who could he look for? Mao Chi was worried.

He could find a patient, but if he wanted to do cardiopulmonary bypass, he would need an anesthetist ...

MD, when it came to matters related to the heart, was just that troublesome.

Mao Chi cursed in his heart.

He drove steadily. It wasn't a hemorrhagic shock that could have killed someone in a few seconds.

After arriving at the hospital and parking the car, Mao Chi calmed himself down and took out his phone to find Zheng Ren's number.

"Boss Zheng? I, Mao Chi. "

"There's something I need your help with. Do you have time on your side?"

As he spoke, Mao Chi heard a slightly familiar voice on the other end of the phone."It must be why - than - thou syndrome!"

Uh ... Isn't this a hospital - wide consultation?

5-It was rare to see a person with this condition, and not many people dared to speak like this.

Director Luo? Mao Chi soon found the right answer.

"Time ... Instructor Mao, please wait a moment." Zheng Ren said apologetically,"Su Yun, get that person to do a thyroid ultrasound. I think it's a problem with the thyroid." Department Director Luo, it's impossible for her to be suffering from serrhotom - syndrome. Although the symptoms look very similar, it's impossible. According to Hunter's standards, the lack of hyperreflex and clasms rule out 5 - dimensional disorder. "

"Instructor Mao, please speak." Zheng Ren asked gently after saying a bunch of words that instructor Mao did not seem to understand.

Mao Chi's hands were shaking.

In the past, he only knew that boss Zheng's surgery was done well, but from what he said, it seemed that he was also very familiar with the diagnostic standards.

To directly say that Department Director Luo's diagnosis was wrong ... Young people were really bold.

All he knew was that it was a disease called 'ormytriny - disorder.' What the hell was the Hunter's standard?

Mao Chi opened his mouth twice, but no words came out.

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[Note: the patient is not on stage, so it doesn't count~~~hehe]