The Surgeon's Studio

"Are you questioning my ability to execute my orders?" Su Yun asked in disdain.

"It's good that you did it. Go down and ask for the results. Do you have sea of fire?" Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's provocation and said casually.

"What are you suspecting?" Su Yun was stunned.

"A thyroid danger." Zheng Ren replied.

"Alright, I'll just ask after we get off the stage." This time, Su Yun didn't say anything else and agreed very seriously.

Director Luo was deep in thought. Did the patient from Massachusetts General Hospital have a thyroid crisis?

The cause of the thyroid crisis may be related to the increase of the thyroid hormone level in the circulation, which mostly occurred in patients with severe hyperostosis that had not been treated or was not fully treated.

The common causes were infection, surgery, mental stimulation, and so on. The clinical manifestations were high fever, sweating, heart beats, irritability, anxiety, delirium, nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Serious patients could have heart failure, shock, and coma.

The diagnosis was mainly based on the comprehensive judgment of the clinical performance. Those who are highly suspected of this disease and have signs of danger should be treated according to this disease. The mortality rate is above 20%.

The clinical symptoms were similar to the patient's symptoms, such as nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain. It was just that the probability of goitre danger was too low, and the patient also had a clear history of breathing in smoke from electrical fires. He had not thought of this for the time being.

Professor Zhang saw that the surgery was over and did not hear anything about the thyroid danger. He recalled the process of the surgery he saw in his mind.

The surgery was well done, and it was steady and fast, but there were some operations that professor Zhang still could not understand.

After all, he was not from the cardiothoracic Department. If he could understand more than half of it, he would be considered a doctor with solid basic knowledge.

As for completely understanding it, such a thing simply didn't exist. If he could do that, Zheng Ren wouldn't have to save the day.

"Boss Zheng, what's the use of the thick hemp rope and double - cavity airbag ureter at the inferior vena cava?" Professor Zhang asked.

"Let me ask you, why did you give him a large amount of low wholf before the surgery?" Su Yun asked in disdain.

"It's to prevent thrombosis," Professor Zhang replied.

"That's right. The heart hasn't been opened yet, so who knows how many thrombosis there are?" Su Yun's tone was full of contempt, and everyone present felt embarrassed for professor Zhang."The inferior vena cava will be controlled with a thick rope and a double - Chamber airbag ureter to reduce bleeding and prevent the thrombosis from falling off when the stent is removed."

He paused for a moment.

"Can't you just think a little more? You even have to ask such a simple question?" The disdain in Su Yun's tone was so exaggerated.

"..." Professor Zhang had never thought that he would be insulted like a grandson by a junior doctor in public.

Under the sterile mask, he opened his mouth and wanted to refute.

But ... Refute? Say what? Since the surgeon was clueless about the surgery, it was already good enough that he could remember the entire process.

If she retorted, she was afraid that once she opened her mouth, she would be directly sprayed by this sharp - tongued doctor to the airtight lead door of the operating room.

Forget it, what's there to say if he's not as good as her?

Old he knew about professor Zhang. When he resigned, there was a huge commotion in the hospital.

The private hospital had extended its influence to the patient room 912, and the doctor Who left was not a chief resident, but a professor with a treatment group.

He didn't expect that professor Zhang would be scolded by Su Yun today. It was indeed interesting.

He was too arrogant! But old he liked it.

It was just like at the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University. No matter how much dissatisfaction Mr. Tian had and how much he insulted him, he had to clench his teeth and hold it in.

Boss Zheng's success in the surgery was equivalent to saving them from fire and water. Even if he farted, these people would have to accept it. It might sound unpleasant, but that was the truth. As long as the surgery was successful, nothing else mattered!

Could he be more arrogant now?

When old he thought of this, he laughed at himself. The incident with Division Chief Mao still left a shadow in his heart, and it would not disappear for a while.

I'd better be honest. I don't have the ability to be as arrogant as Brother Yun.

When he was a master's student, he was known as the future star of the cardiothoracic Department in the capital. After he graduated from his PhD, he had worked for almost twenty years, and even now, he was still working in small shifts.

Old he still had a clear understanding of himself. He carried the USB drive with him all the time just for the song 'good luck' that boss Zheng might not like.

Unfortunately, boss Zheng was usually invulnerable and didn't have any hobbies. Old he glanced at Zheng Ren helplessly.

Other people were fond of wine, gambling, and lust. The so - called lust, lust, and wealth were all unavoidable. Boss Zheng, on the other hand, rarely ate or drank. Girlfriend, brought by himself, even brought along the surgical instruments.

It was really like a dog biting a Porcupine.

"I still have to observe carefully. I will only feel more comfortable when boss Zheng is comfortable," old he thought to himself.

After he finished suturing the skin, Zheng Ren turned around and got off the stage, tearing off his sterile clothing.

"Boss Zheng, thank you for your hard work." Mao Chi said with a smile.

"I'm fine, instructor Mao. It's not a big surgery. I just don't like the equipment. " Zheng Ren smiled.

The surgery was not a big deal ...

Alright, he had successfully completed the surgery, so he could say whatever he wanted.

"Teacher Zhang, there are a few things to take note of after the surgery on this side." Zheng Ren said as he looked at professor Zhang.

"Ah? Oh, oh, please go on. " Professor Zhang quickly said.

"There are no obvious thrombosis in the stent that was removed. We considered that actively administering heparin anti - coagulation before the operation would have a certain effect.

The placement of your patient's stent is special, and the atrial septal defect was seen to be worn during the surgery. To prevent myocardial edema, hormonal treatment should be actively given after the surgery.

During the surgery, administer 500 mg of Jiaqiang Dragon and 500000 units of docetatitan during cardiopulmonary bypass. After returning to the ward, continue to administer 40 mg of Jiaqiang Dragon daily for three days, supplemented by appropriate laxatives. "

Professor Zhang's mind was still stuck on the contradiction between the joy of the successful surgery and how to communicate with the patient's family. Zheng Ren's toot made him dumbfounded.

He tried hard to recall, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't remember anything.

"Boss ... Boss Zheng, please slow down." Professor Zhang said shamefully.

"Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee? let's sit down and have a chat. I heard that the coffee from the medical investigation Committee is pretty good. " Su Yun removed the sterile sheet from the patient's body and said in disdain.

“……”

"Find a pen washi, write it down, and send the patient to the ICU. If your ICU's technical strength is not strong enough, go to 912 to find them. " Zheng Ren said gently.

Professor Zhang's face turned red. He turned around and ran to the operation room to get a piece of A4 paper and a pen. Zheng Ren repeated his post - surgery medical advice. Professor Zhang noted it down and carefully put it in the pocket of the isolation Suit.

"Boss Zheng, change your clothes." Mao Chi smiled."I've troubled everyone today. Don't leave later. My treat."

"Instructor Mao, you're welcome." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"It's what I should do. Don't leave. " Instructor Mao glared at him and pretended to be fierce, but he was actually expressing his determination to treat them to a meal.