Because Wang Qiang was given fewer tasks, Gao Shaojie only saw two or three patients in the ward.
There was another group of patients.
During ward rounds, Gao Shaojie saw a few 'abnormal' patients.
The words 'decompensated cirrhosis' were written on their bedside markers. Basically, there was a diagnosis of ascites.
However, judging from their expressions and their stomachs, they did not look like decompensated cirrhosis patients.
His heart skipped a beat. Could these patients be post-operative patients from TIPS surgery a few days ago?
Hence, he was not in a hurry to go to the operating theater. He followed Wang Qiang to the doctor's office to check the surgery records and other results instead.
If it was a patient after TIPS surgery, theoretically speaking, they would not be able to recover so well.
Gao Shaojie was full of doubts. He asked Wang Qiang to find the cases of those patients and started to look at them himself.
The surgery records would not say how many needles were punctured. It could only show that the patient had undergone TIPS surgery.
However, the test results before and after the surgery were objective proof. They could show the recovery of the patient's condition.
The patient had indeed undergone TIPS surgery. After the surgery, the patient recovered extremely well. The ascites subsided day by day, but the blood ammonia did not increase significantly.
The vast majority of the patients did not have any obvious hepatic encephalopathy. Only one patient had a transient hepatic encephalopathy after the surgery. However, under the effect of the drugs, it only took one or two days for him to recover.
"This operation is very well done," Gao Shaojie praised.
Even the patients who had undergone the TIPS operation in the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University did not recover so well. In particular, the hepatic encephalopathy was like a demon, pestering the patients and making it difficult for them to get rid of it.
The most troublesome part was that the patients who had completed the TIPS operation had a high probability of developing hepatic encephalopathy after the operation. After all, the venous blood did not travel in the liver, and there was no filtering procedure, which resulted in a very high blood ammonia content.
Many patients would rather give up the opportunity of the TIPS surgery than to get hepatic encephalopathy and lose their final dignity.
Gao Shaojie had once performed the TIPS surgery on a teacher who was in his seventies. After the surgery and due to severe hepatic encephalopathy, the teacher—who had a scholarly air—seemed to have changed into a different person. He peed and defecated everywhere, which was very embarrassing.
The embarrassment was secondary. The patient's quality of life had been greatly affected.
The benefits the patient obtained from TIPS surgery could not compare to the side effects. Gao Shaojie had done a lot of introspection for this and had also actively studied the new progress of TIPS surgery.
However, it was to no avial after so many years.
The data was right in front of him. The patient had recovered extremely well after the TIPS surgery that the Secondary Hospital had performed in batches a few days ago.
Could it be that what the young doctor under Wang Qiang said last night was true?
Gao Shaojie muttered to himself.
He did not understand the reason behind it until Wang Qiang's cell phone rang. The junior doctor said that the operating theater was ready for the surgery and was waiting for Gao Shaojie to go on stage.
"Teacher Gao, the higher-ups are ready," Wang Qiang reminded him very softly.
"Oh, oh," Gao Shaojie said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I was too engrossed in my thoughts."Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/the-surgeon's-studio_16489637605120805/unimaginable_49491643212024002 for visiting.
How could Wang Qiang not know what Gao Shaojie was thinking? However, he did not personally see the legendary 'awesome person' of the General Hospital perform the TIPS surgery. To be honest, he did not really believe it.
Even the patients who had undergone the TIPS surgery recovered very well after the surgery.
...
At 7:55, Professor Rudolf Wagner arrived at the emergency building of the General Hospital of Sea City. Before he could enter, he was called by Zheng Ren to Feng Xuhui's car and went straight to the Secondary Hospital.
Zheng Ren was looking forward to the surgery.
It was not the TIPS surgery itself, but the second phase of the mission given by the system.
Zheng Ren was not looking forward to the experience of 3,000 cases of radiofrequency ablation. Although with the experience of these 3,000 cases, it could greatly increase the success rate of Zheng Yunxia's radiofrequency ablation.
Zheng Ren's focus was still on the success rate of the interventional surgery +2.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Zheng Ren was just curious. He did not know if the system would give him a reward that would make him smile even in his dreams.
At 8:30, Feng Xuhui drove to the second municipal hospital.
Last time, Dean Zhang had brought people to greet Zheng Ren at the entrance of the inpatient department. But this time...
Zheng Ren saw a group of people gathered at the entrance of the inpatient department from afar. He did not know what had happened.
Feng Xuhui carefully parked the car a little further away and a few people walked over.
"You bunch of b*stards, I'm going to sit here today. It's up to you! "
From afar, he heard an old but energetic voice.
Was it a medical disturbance? It did not seem like it.
Could it be the typical medical disturbance with people crying and threatening to kill themselves? But, when a medical disturbance do occur, a large group of people would gather and block the entrance of the hospital.
Zheng Ren had never seen a medical disturbance manned only by a single person.
Was this a hospital employee?
Could it be that the Secondary Hospital did not pay their salaries? The family waited for the rice to be cooked before they began to ask for money through various channels?
A hospital's job was no longer a stable job.
The higher-ups had control of the Medical Insurance Bureau, and the lower people had the pressure of the patients. Not to mention the doctors, the hospital itself was also struggling.
In the past few years, many financial groups had started to target the lucrative business of the public hospitals.
It was not like a certain field department where they rented an outpatient clinic in a public hospital to earn a little money. It was all 'minced meat'. Now, the large financial groups had started to swallow the large public tertiary grade-A hospitals.
The situation was mainly in the northeast.
After swallowing them, Zheng Ren did not know the specific means of making profits. Anyway, the large-scale public tertiary grade-A hospital that was famous before it was acquired began to be on the verge of death. The doctors fled and there was a brain drain.
However, he had never heard of the Secondary Hospital being sold.
Zheng Ren was full of doubts as he walked towards the entrance of the Secondary Hospital's inpatient department.
Director Zhang saw Zheng Ren from afar and separated the crowd to welcome him.
"Chief Zheng, you are here. " Director Zhang was as enthusiastic as ever.
"Yes, what happened? " Zheng Ren asked.
"Sigh. " Director Zhang sighed with a sad face. He turned back to take a look and carefully said, "This is the case of five or six years ago, a homeless man who was dying of tuberculosis fainted in the yard of the Secondary Hospital. At that time, he was also kind-hearted and was admitted into the hospital. Director Ren sent people to the Civil Affairs Bureau. A few families contribu
ted some money to cure him of tuberculosis. "
"Isn't that good? " Zheng Ren was confused.
Saving lives and helping the injured should be a good thing.
"Yes, it is indeed a good thing. But after he was cured, he refused to leave the hospital no matter what and insisted on staying in the hospital. " Director Zhang smiled bitterly. "We thought of many ways to asked him out. Later, he was forced into a corner. One time, he even climbed onto the rooftop and said that he wouldn't let him stay, so he jumped down. "
Director Zhang's face was glum and a little embarrassed.
After all, this was an embarrassment to the hopsital's management. They placed great importance on Zheng Ren and did not want to lose face in front of him.
However, the more they feared, the more it happened.
Chapter 418 - Delusional About Prosecution
"Chief Zheng, you know about this too." Director Zhang sighed with a bitter look on his face. "After that, no one dared to provoke him. In this case, we have no right to reason with him about this."
Director Zhang was telling the truth. Zheng Ren had also encountered a similar incident.
It was a traffic accident with an unknown person. Emergency treatment was sent to the first general surgery department. After the rescue was successful, the driver who caused the accident was very poor. He admitted that he had no money.
The bonus of the first general surgery department was zero for three consecutive months.
Although there were complaints, the patient still had to be saved. The patient had two daughters at home. After coming to visit him once, they never saw him again.
The medical staff took turns to bring him food. Fifteen days later, he was supposed to be discharged, but the patient refused to be discharged. Moreover, he said that there were too many patients in one ward, so he requested to stay in a single room.
Anyway, Zheng Ren had no idea what to do at that time.
Fortunately, the creditor of the patient came to collect the debt. One dark night, the patient quietly disappeared.
Director Zhang looked at the messy crowd not far away and felt frustrated. He wanted to bring Zheng Ren in, but he was afraid that the homeless man would not let go of Professor Rudolf Wagner's t.h.i.g.h.
If that was the case...he would really be embarrassed.
"Later, he used a storage room in the ward and as his makeshift bedroom. He went to the cafeteria to eat every day. Not only did he not pay, he was also picky. "
"..." Zheng Ren shook his head.
"The one who contracted the cafeteria was the brother-in-law of the previous director. He used to be a socialite and had tattoos all over his body." Director Zhang saw that Zheng Ren was willing to listen, so he nagged non-stop as if he was trying to relieve his stress.
As he spoke, he thought of a solution.
"On top of all the free food and drinks he's getting, he'll start cursing if he's slightly dissatisfied. The director's brother-in-law had been forced to a corner and didn't know what to do with him. "
Zheng Ren knew that this was the type of person who was afraid of getting his hands dirty after hitting him.
As he spoke, through the crowd, Zheng Ren saw an old man who should be in his sixties. He was standing at the entrance of the inpatient department in high spirits and cursing.
All kinds of obscenities were said without any repetition.
He was in high spirits. Zheng Ren felt that he could live another 500 years.
"What's the reason for his tantrum this time?" Zheng Ren asked.
"He said that the storage room was too small and he couldn't stretch his legs. He wanted a room in the staff dormitory," Director Zhang said helplessly.
"..."
There was no such thing as being content in the world.
It was originally a good thing. The hospital would treat the patients for free, and the patients would be given a banner after they recovered. The media would publicize it, and everyone would feel the positive energy.
However, after the hobo made a scene, the atmosphere changed. Moreover, the media did not seem to be only interested in all the positive things. Of course, this was highly related to the demand of reading audience.
As the saying goes, 'good news did not spread, bad news spread far and wide instead.'
Normally, this kind of homeless incident should be handled by the civil affairs department.
But no one would come to deal with it every time it appeared.
If they called the police... The police comrades would also be sick of this matter. The hospital was afraid of dirtying their hands, so did the police.
In short, when it came to such matters, no one would be able to find... Forget it, since things were like this, they would get used to it.
Director Zhang grabbed Zheng Ren's arm and smiled apologetically. "Chief Zheng, let's go this way. "
As he spoke, he led Zheng Ren, the professor, and the others in a big circle and walked to the back door of the inpatient department.
Feng Xuhui walked a little slower because he was carrying two suitcases. Director Zhang took the initiative to help Feng Xuhui carry one of the suitcases.
He also felt a little embarrassed. As he walked, he asked about Feng Xuhui's Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery.
He was in charge of purchasing supplies for the Secondary Hospital. By asking Feng Xuhui, he also meant to be friendly with Zheng Ren.
He quietly walked into the inpatient department through the back door like a mouse.
After entering the elevator, Director Zhang wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Oh right, Chief Zheng, I have something to ask you." Director Zhang was calm. Then, he remembered something else and asked.
"What is it? "
"Chief Cheng's mood has been very abnormal these few days. What's wrong?" Director Zhang asked carefully.
"I don't know what's wrong with him." Zheng Ren was also very helpless.
Chief Cheng? Who was that?
"Chief Cheng Lixue took the initiative to volunteer. He wants to go to your place to learn TIPS surgery. " Director Zhang saw Zheng Ren's blank look and guessed that Zheng Ren might not know, so he explained.
Oh, it was him.
Zheng Ren then remembered the person who came to the General Hospital a few days ago to look for him with the film.
He did not do anything to him. Director Zhang said that if he could not learn it, he would beat him up. He did not have the habit of beating people up. Chief Cheng appeared once and he told him to learn magnetic resonance dispersion. After that, he never saw him.
What could he do?
Seeing Zheng Ren's puzzled face, Director Zhang said, "After Chief Cheng came back from the General Hospital, he was depressed. He didn't go to work for a few days. He called and said that he was sick."
He glanced at Zheng Ren and saw that there was no abnormality, so he continued, "I think, is it because the TIPS surgery is too difficult to learn that it made Chief Cheng depressed?"
"No, I haven't taught him how to do the TIPS surgery yet." Zheng Ren was also very puzzled. "I remember that I only asked him a few terms about nuclear magnetic dispersion. He doesn't know anything. This is the most basic. If he doesn't understand it, then he can't continue. I'll just let him fill in the most basic knowledge and not say anything else. "
Zheng Ren spread his hands, indicating that he was very innocent.
Professor Rudolf Wagner glared at Director Zhang and said, "You guys are too unreliable. To send people to learn new techniques, you should at least have a foundation. Each and every one of you is like a cannon, giving you a great opportunity."
Director Zhang was sweating profusely. Only then did he understand what had happened.
Although he did not understand why Zheng Ren and professor Rudolf Wagner wanted to study the diffusion imaging of the liver. But since they had performed a good surgery, there must be a reason to look at it.
It was no wonder that Professor Rudolf Wagner's words wer
e unpleasant. Old Cheng was really disappointing.
Cheng Lixue was suffering from persecution paranoia and thought that Zheng Ren was deliberately making things difficult for him.
Director Zhang felt a wave of disgust in his heart. Old Cheng had really lived his life like a dog at his age.
Director Zheng had performed the TIPS surgery beautifully. Even the German professor had followed him around as an assistant. Who bothered to make things difficult for him?
Did he think that the director of the Department of intervention of Secondary Hospital was a big enough position?
Nonsense!
He was stubborn!
It seemed that the division of the department of intervention was the right choice. He needed to put some pressure on Zheng Ren so that he would not have to wait for death all day.
If he really could not help Zheng Ren up, Wang Qiang looked good too.
"Chief Zheng, you should prepare to see the patient first," Director Zhang said with a bitter smile.
"Yeah. I'm a little pressed for time, but that's all I can do." Zheng Ren was a little embarrassed. "If I don't go to the ward round in the morning, I won't feel well. So I went to the ward round around seven in the morning and then rushed over."
"It's okay. I'll ask the professor to do the surgery. He'll come in the afternoon and evening." Director Zhang waved his hand without a care.
Seeing the patients took him more than half an hour. Zheng Ren then went to the operating theater to prepare for the surgery.
Zheng Ren did not do the retractable stent removal surgery for the previous batch of patients first. Instead, he did the TIPS surgery first.
After all, he was especially attentive to the reward given by the system for the second phase of the mission.
If the success rate of the intervention surgery was + 2, the surgery to retrieve the stent would be safer.
When he went on stage, the patient was already lying down and everything was ready.
As usual, Professor Rudolph Wagner began to disinfect and laid out the sterile sheet. Zheng Ren stood in front of the tablet reader and checked the patient's identity information. Then, he simulated the procedure in his mind for the last time.
A few minutes later, Professor Rudolph Wagner finished disinfecting the patient and asked Zheng Ren to scrub his hands.
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