The Surgeon's Studio

"Did the patient's caregiver tell boss Zheng?" Zhou chunyong frowned.

"He did. They are considering what to do."

"Okay, as long as it doesn't involve medical safety, we'll do as boss Zheng says." "If you don't dare, I'll be there in two hours. I'll take the child to the capital," Zhou chunyong said in a domineering manner.

"Teacher Zhou, you are ..."

"Nothing. I'm driving. I won't talk much." Zhou chunyong was annoyed by the man's impatience and disgust, so he hung up the phone.

What kind of F * cking dogsh * t people do they really think they're important people?

Was boss Zheng's diagnosis wrong? This meant that they were far away, so they still had to identify and check. If they were in the capital, boss Zheng could take care of patients and consultations in ten minutes.

Zhou chunyong knew what was going on. He had almost unlimited confidence in boss Zheng.

He drove quietly and carefully. Not fast, but very stable.

Ten minutes later, the call came in again.

"What is it?" Zhou chunyong asked impatiently.

"Teacher Zhou, didn't boss Zheng say that injecting 1% of lidocaine into his throat would alleviate the severe pain? it was proven to be ineffective."

"Yes." Zhou chunyong snorted coldly.

"He also said that he wanted to inject 3 ml of l % lidocaine into the space outside the tonsils. Let's see ..."

"I told you to do it, can't you?" Zhou chunyong's voice was cold and heavy, like an Ice Mountain.

The other side of the phone fell silent. He could already hear director Zhou's unhappiness.

"I'm hanging up if there's nothing else. " Zhou chunyong hung up the phone impatiently.

Although he used Bluetooth, he didn't want to call while driving. Safety first, Zhou chunyong was very concerned about this.

No matter how much money he earned, he had to be alive to spend it.

Most importantly, the tone of the other party made Zhou chunyong very unhappy.

I'm already running out of The City in the Middle of the Night, what more do you have! Boss Zheng had given them the inspection plan, so they just had to follow it. Why talk so much nonsense?

Zhou chunyong had a domineering nature and was especially irascible at this moment. He was like a lion on the hunt, exuding a flamboyant aura.

After driving out of the city, his phone rang again half an hour later.

"What now?" Zhou chunyong's tone was filled with impatience. If he didn't know the truth, he would definitely think that someone was asking him for help.

His arrogant and domineering tone made the person opposite him speechless.

"Teacher Zhou, after the injection of lidocaine, the pain in the patient's throat has significantly improved." The other party said carefully.

"Yes, what did boss Zheng say?" Zhou chunyong's tone became slightly better.

"Boss ... Boss Zheng said that since it's styloid process syndrome, we need to do a lateral styloid process scan."

"Then, hurry up and do it."

"..." The other party was silent. After a few seconds, he said,""Teacher Zhou, our hospital is small, and we don't do much on the lateral styloid process. I'm afraid boss Zheng will laugh at us."

"I'll be there in a while. Report to boss Zheng immediately. "

"Report?"

"To be honest, I'll be there in an hour. I'll personally check on the patient when I arrive." Zhou chunyong's mood instantly brightened up.

"Good, good."

Zhou chunyong smiled after he hung up the phone.

There was no one in the car, and he was smiling very happily. It was as if he had returned to his youth, when the flowers were in full bloom.

There will be returns for every effort.

However, boss Zheng was also a God. He had two diagnostic methods, and he had given a clear diagnosis without even seeing the patient?

The styloid process he had just mentioned was not the radial process that boss Zheng had hit with the hemostatic forceps, but the styloid process of the temporal bone.

The styloid process of the temporal bone referred to a thin and long bony protrusion that protruded below the temporal bone. The styloid process originated in front of the stalactical milk hole below the temporal bone. It was a thin cylinder and its far end extended to the lower inward front, located between the internal and external carotid arteries.

The average length of a Chinese person's styloid process was 25.20 mm. Most scholars believed that it was abnormal for the styloid process to be more than 30 mm. The normal inclination between an adult's styloid process and the vertical line of the skull base was generally about 25° to the front and the inward respectively.

The styloid process of the temporal bone rarely had problems.

The Department of radiation in general secondary Grade A hospitals would not do lateral pedicle transection, and even ordinary tertiary Grade A hospitals would not do it. Only the local department directors had similar experience, but most of them could not do it well.

After all, very few clinicians would consider problems that involved the spur of the temporal bone.

Zhou chunyong did not know the child's condition, and he did not want to know either. Once again, it was proven that boss Zheng and his medical team were extremely powerful.

Hurry up, this was the time to show off his skill level!

However, it had been many years since Zhou chunyong had done a lateral pedicle transection. He tried his best to recall his past experiences and the technical details.

Although he had not done it for many years, it was still the foundation of the Virgin boy technique. This was not a difficult task for Zhou chunyong.

Almost an hour later, Zhou chunyong arrived at a small local hospital.

The hospital director and a few clinical directors stood in the night to welcome him.

Seeing Zhou chunyong get out of the car, the hospital director quickly went up to him and extended his hands. He said politely,""Teacher Zhou, I've troubled you to make a trip here in the middle of the night."

"This is my business. How can you say it's troublesome?" Zhou chunyong said calmly.

The hospital director was at a loss for words, but he knew how overbearing and domineering Zhou chunyong was. He also vaguely knew that it was because his first experiment had failed and he was a little disdainful, which led to teacher Zhou's attitude.

Zhou chunyong only said one sentence to the director before he picked up his phone and called boss Zheng as if no one else was around.

"Boss Zheng, I'm here!" Zhou chunyong was like a soldier, reporting his schedule immediately.

The hospital director and several department directors looked at each other in surprise.

What was the background of that boss Zheng? why was teacher Zhou so respectful?

"It's no trouble at all. Even if the sky falls, I, old Zhou, will do my best to complete the task you have arranged. "

"Alright, I'll take the patient's X-ray personally and send it to you later."

Zhou chunyong then hung up the phone.

"Where's the patient?"

"She's in the ward,"

"Send it to the rays Department and start a machine." Zhou chunyong casually gave medical advice as if he had returned to the capital.

This side didn't dare to be neglectful, mainly because his momentum had long been lost.

Zhou chunyong was domineering. Boss Zheng, whom he had never met before, had made a clear diagnosis after only two diagnostic treatments. In addition, their hospital didn't even know what a lateral pedicle scan was, so there was nothing else to say.

Ten minutes later, Zhou chunyong looked at the video on his computer screen and let out a deep breath.

"Teacher Zhou, how is it?" The hospital director asked cautiously.

Zhou chunyong's finger pointed at the image on the screen."The styloid process is 3 cm and slightly long. The key is that the angle is wrong!"

His fingers were like little carrots, tapping on the screen and making a banging sound.

The hospital director's heart ached for her. She had better not break the machine.

"It's a very typical styloid process syndrome!"