Chapter 1867 The community Hospital on the right track
“Boss Zheng, I’ll tell my friend everything you said.” Song Ying knew the importance of this matter and said seriously.
Normally, this kind of thing had nothing to do with him.
But boss Zheng’s serious expression and the spirit of … Saving the dying and healing the wounded that Song Ying had not seen for many years? He did not know how to describe it, but in that instant, Song Ying was moved by Zheng Ren.
“Yes, I’ll have to trouble brother song. By the way, when you go back, ask the old lady to stop using iodopone or change it to another medicine. ” “A few months later, the problem of the liver glowing will be solved, and the liver function will gradually recover,” Zheng Ren said.
“Alright, I’ll remember that.” Song Ying said.
Zheng Ren did not tell Song Ying what medicine he needed to change. With Song Ying’s abilities, these things were not important at all.
Anyone would know the answer.
After that, things became much simpler. Song Ying kept the film and started drinking with Su Yun and Chang Yue.
This guy’s alcohol tolerance was quite good. He downed a bottle of Maotai without a change in expression.
It was getting late, and Song Ying knew what to do. They had to be close, but they couldn’t make boss Zheng hate them.
He had grasped the timing just right.
After bidding farewell and leaving, Song Ying went downstairs. However, he was not in a hurry to get into the car. Instead, he leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.
He looked at the community Hospital and smiled. In the smoke, Song Ying’s smile was a little blurry.
This little boss Zheng grew up really quickly.
He was also very good at treating patients. Boss Zheng was the one who cured his elder brother.
This was a good card, but its shortcomings were also obvious. Boss Zheng seemed to place curing illnesses and saving lives above the sky.
If that was the case, he would not have any advantage.
However, Song Ying only thought about it. At least he was now a close friend … He should be.
In the night, Song Ying looked at the lights of the community Hospital and seemed to be in a daze.
He only woke up six or seven minutes later when the cigarette burned his fingers.
He put out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can. Song Ying got into the car and took out his phone.
“Brother, I’ve come out of boss Zheng’s house.”
“I think it’s fine. It’s just a regular physical examination. There’s no problem.”
“Yes, boss Zheng has never been biased against mental illnesses. It’s said that many people were diagnosed with mental illnesses in the recent cases, but boss Zheng has overturned the diagnosis,” said the doctor.
“Alright, I’ll contact them then. Boss Zheng is going back to sea city soon, so I was waiting for him to come back. “
After a few simple words, Song Ying hung up.
A business partner’s wife had depression, and the diagnosis was quite clear. Because of some minor problems, the annual physical examination became a major event.
Song Ying did not think that boss Zheng would be able to overturn the diagnosis of depression. He just wanted to go through a physical examination smoothly.
Boss Zheng, tenured professor at Ma.s.sachusetts General Hospital and visiting professor at Maio clinic. This should be enough.
Song Ying sat in the carriage as if he was thinking about something, or in a daze.
After ten minutes, he shook his head slightly.
“Manager song, shall we go?” The driver asked.
Song Ying nodded. The driver started the car and slowly drove away.
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After sending song Ying off, Xie Yiren started to clean up the table. Zheng Ren wanted to help, but Xie Yiren pressed him down on the sofa.
Just like in the operating room, Xie Yiren never had the idea of asking Zheng Ren to pack up.
“Boss, your treatment is enough to kill countless people.” Su Yun said enviously as she reluctantly poured the last bit of wine in the iron – covered Maotai bottle into her throat.
“Can you do left ventricular reduction surgery?” Zheng Ren was thinking about something else.
“You’re talking to me? Or should I tell Chang Yue?” Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and said in disdain.
“It’s good that you can. ” “The surgery is difficult, and the postoperative care is also difficult,” Zheng Ren said.”I’ll have to go to the ICU more often.”
“The 912 critical condition is very powerful, so you don’t have to worry. I’m more curious about how the patient can get off the stage alive. ” Su Yun said.
“Who knows? I’m only 70% sure. If you join us, we might have a better chance. ” Zheng Ren was watching the television, but Su Yun could feel that his pupils were dilated, and he was in a state of emptiness.
This guy only knew how to perform surgery.
Su Yun shook her head. After clearing the table, they washed up and went to bed.
Zheng Ren lay on the bed and recalled the report that Song Ying had brought over. He then entered the system s.p.a.ce.
Zheng Ren knew that the surgery was very difficult. However, in 1997, teacher Huang fangjue developed this surgical method in China, so there was no reason that he could not do it.
However, when he tried to purchase surgery training time, the system’s operating theater was empty.
It seemed like the big pig trotter did not approve of this method of self – choice surgery training, and Zheng Ren also felt very helpless.
He could only wait for the patient to arrive. Zheng Ren sat in the system s.p.a.ce and looked at the little white fox that was becoming more and more … Lively. He was not afraid.
As Zheng Ren met its gaze, he gradually entered a state of emptiness.
When the alarm rang, Zheng Ren realized that he had been sitting in the system s.p.a.ce for the entire night.
After getting out of bed, Zheng Ren moved around a little.
He didn’t feel tired at all and was full of energy, as if he had been resurrected on the spot with full health and blue. Zheng Ren wondered if he could rest in the system s.p.a.ce in the future.
‘I’ve never thought about this before. I’m so stupid,’ Zheng Ren laughed at himself in his heart.
He got out of bed, washed up, and went to the community Hospital for a ward round. It was a routine.
After all, there were dozens of patients in the community Hospital. Although the surgery was more rea.s.suring and there would not be many postoperative complications, ward rounds were still necessary.
Zheng Ren was still very happy to be at the community Hospital. He was gradually filling it up, and his steps toward the n.o.bel Prize were steady.
Zheng Ren came to the community Hospital at this time almost every day, and the in – Service training doctors had already figured out the pattern.
Although they yearned to be on the operating table, Su Yun had made it a rule that they had to stay in the community Hospital for a month. After that, they would only have a chance depending on their personal performance.
Since they were new to the project and were on the edge of the n.o.bel Prize project team, the chief residents and leading professors from all over the country did not dare to criticize them. They only did their best.
However, the more he did, the more amazing he felt.
The death rate and postoperative complications of hepatic spooky disease from TIPS were frighteningly high even in provincial hospitals, let alone County and city hospitals.
However, in the community Hospital, all they could see was peace and tranquility. The patient had almost no postoperative complications, and some were just dealt with simply.
As time pa.s.sed, the doctors ‘doubts quickly turned into inexplicable admiration. If he could complete the TIPS surgery and had few postoperative complications, he would be able to master it when he went back!
There were hundreds of millions of hepat.i.tis B patients in the country, but how many of them were diagnosed with portal hypertension? Not to mention treating and saving people, it was enough to just have the skills to make a living.
The doctor on duty had been waiting for Zheng Ren at the entrance since early in the morning.
Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue walked into the community Hospital and listened to the doctor on duty explain the patient’s condition last night.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the end of the corridor.