The Surgeon's Studio

Zhou chunyong got up, opened the closet, and changed his clothes. As he walked out, he pondered how he should tell boss Zheng about this.

He called the young doctor Liao, who could drink and chat, to accompany him downstairs. They were silent the whole way.

"Chief, are you feeling unwell today?" Doctor Liao asked carefully.

"No, I'm thinking about something. You'll be driving today."

"Oh, okay! Isn't it too early for us to go to a restaurant at this time?" Doctor Liao didn't understand. Even if he wanted to treat boss Zheng to a meal, he didn't have to go two or three hours in advance.

"Not the restaurant, go to the hospital of the medical University." Only then did Zhou chunyong realize that he had not told doctor Liao about this. Fortunately, he had asked, otherwise, he would have taken the wrong path again.

Seeing director Zhou's serious expression, as if there was something important, doctor Liao did not dare to ask. He followed director Zhou to the underground parking lot and got into his car.

"Teacher su ..." Zhou chunyong finally decided to talk to Su Yun.

Boss Zheng would definitely agree to the surgery. The second boss of the medical team was fickle in his emotions, and he was the kind of person who could blow up or not.

Zhou chunyong didn't want to make anyone unhappy. His cooperation with boss Zheng and his medical team was long-term, at least a relationship of 20 to 30 years. Even if he were to retire, this relationship would still play a pivotal role.

"It's different now. In terms of skill, you're a teacher. You don't have to be polite. Well, I have something to do. "

"Uh ... I'm really sorry. A kid I know accidentally sucked on a stapler."

"Yes, yes, in the right main bronchi."

"The Affiliated Hospital of the medical University, I'll rush over now."

"Alright, keep in touch."

Zhou chunyong heaved a long sigh of relief and put down his phone. He guessed that Su Yun, who was born with a small heart, would be interested in foreign objects in the respiratory tract, and it was indeed so.

"Department Director, is the staple stuck in your windpipe?" "Then what are we going to do there?" asked doctor Liao in surprise.

"Let's see if we can remove the means of intervention. " Zhou chunyong said.

"Surgery is still better." Dr. Liao was considered Zhou chunyong's confidant, so he didn't treat him as an outsider.

"Who can perform cardiothoracic surgery under X-ray? Only boss Zheng can do this kind of thing that differs from the actual situation. " "Have you ever seen them take out lead bullets?" Zhou chunyong asked.

Doctor Liao shook his head.

Zhou chunyong knew that these kinds of external injuries had almost disappeared without a trace. It had been more than ten or twenty years ago.

The management of self-made firearms was not strict, and many people went up the mountain to hunt with homemade shotguns. Sometimes, lead bullets would hit people. After entering the human body, the lead bullet would move instead of a straight line due to the resistance.

At this time, the relevant departments would need to look for lead bullets under the X-ray.

There was still a difference between what was shown on the image and what was shown in reality. The position of the lead bullet was clearly found, but it could not be seen after the incision was made. It was a headache every time he cooperated with the surgeon in this kind of surgery.

A stapler nail was a deeper foreign object in the Qi passage. Zhou chunyong believed that boss Zheng was the only person in the entire Imperial City who could cut an X-ray and find a stapler nail.

First of all, boss Zheng was very skilled. Most importantly, he was a big Shot in both the interventional surgery department and the surgical department. This was of great importance.

However, there was no need to explain to doctor Liao, who was beside him. Zhou chunyong was calculating all kinds of possible situations in his heart and making all kinds of plans in case of an accident.

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In the cardiothoracic department's demonstration room at the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University, Department Director Tian sat in a very obvious position with a troubled look on his face. He did not say a word.

As long as there was a slight possibility, he didn't want to make it so obvious.

However, the cardiothoracic Department was obviously the main department that solved the problem in this hospital-wide consultation, so they could not avoid it even if they wanted to.

In addition, he was thin and tall. Even when he sat on the chair, he was still half a head taller than the others, so he looked quite conspicuous.

Chief MA of the medical Affairs Department was the one who presided over the meeting. He listened to the reports from various departments and the various wonderful ideas to solve problems, and he felt very worried.

"In summary, I don't think there are many good ways to solve this problem." "If there's really no other way, I think it's better for the cardiothoracic Department to perform the chest incision," said the director of the respiratory Medicine.

"A stapler, and it's not fixed in place. It's not fixed, so surgery can't take it out." Mr. Tian didn't care about his face and said directly.

"I've already tried a tracheostomy tube, but it didn't work. "

"I don't think it'll work even if I intervene. Things like catchers can't catch something as small as a nail." Department Director Geng said,"I'll tell you about my situation first. The possibility of the surgery being successful is not high. It can even be said to be very low. Hurry up and prepare for the surgery." As for Department Director Tian's concerns regarding the X-ray image, I can ..."

As he spoke, his phone rang. Director Geng glanced at it and hung up. He continued,""I can help Mr. Tian to solve this."

Director MA already knew what was going on. He tapped the table with his fingers and said, "There's no other way. The mood of the patient's family is a little unstable. The side injury caused by the removal of foreign objects through tracheostomy is already the family's limit. We must ensure the success of the joint Surgery later!"

Mr. Tian sneered in his heart. What's the point of being high-profile now? Finally, he opened the trachea and lungs, but he couldn't find the nail at all. Whoever opened it would be shocked. If you have the ability, then go!

Mr. Tian's head started to hurt at the thought of his rotten lungs.

It was very likely that the nail would be found in the end, but the lobular part of the lung had to be removed. How could he explain this to the patient's family?

"If surgery is really necessary, I'll say a few more words." Mr. Tian knew that this was his last chance. He said in a deep voice,"Chest surgery may lead to serious side injuries. I hope that the hospital administration Department can communicate with the patient's family and try to understand this."

"Secondly, there's still a possibility that it can't be taken out, and the chances are not small. Why don't we contact Peking Union Medical College Hospital or Beijing Medical University? if it really doesn't work ..."

He didn't finish his words, but everyone knew what he meant at the end.

It was very common to find the most powerful person in the capital to save the situation. Everyone had a pit that they couldn't get over, so they either braced themselves or brainstormed.

The good thing about finding someone else was that they had brainstormed or someone else had done it by chance, so they might have mature ideas.

We've really tried our best. All the top doctors in the capital came for a consultation, so there's nothing we can do even if we can't complete the surgery.

Of course, the disadvantage of doing so was also very obvious. It did not feel good to lower one's head and admit defeat.

At this point, Mr. Tian's tall and thin body trembled slightly. For some reason, he recalled the bullet embolism surgery that occurred half a year ago, and the bullet was removed through intervention.