Chapter 1393

"Hmm? Why do you ask?" Liu zewei has finished brushing his hands and is just ready to disinfect.

"I know tips surgery is an effective way to treat advanced liver cirrhosis and ascites." The patient's thinking is very clear, "but the success rate of the previous operation is not high, and the mortality is as high as 10-20%. This is still death, and those complicated with hepatic encephalopathy after operation are not included."

"And then?" Liu zewei picked up the oval pliers, clamped the iodophor gauze, and chatted with him, "lie down, don't move, and start disinfection."

"I haven't dared to do it. I can live a few days without surgery. If I do, I may die directly."

"How dare you do it this time?"

"The disease can't be delayed." The patient felt a chill when iodophor touched his skin, and his fear surged up like a tide. "Doctor, you are an experienced old director. You must do it well for me."

"Well, don't worry." Liu zewei fooled the patient. After disinfection, he began to lay sterile sheets.

"In our hometown, there are a large group of thousands of people with similar diseases. Some people go to Inner Mongolia to find a miracle doctor and take Mongolian medicine. I thought, didn't they swear at Mongolian doctors in the past? How come Mongolian medicine is becoming popular now?"

Liu zewei smiled. It's really common. It's common. It's not strange for a long time.

The patient has a terminal disease, not only cancer, such as a large amount of ascites in the late stage of liver cirrhosis. In the past, it was also a kind of terminal disease.

The hospital can't help it, so go everywhere and ask for medicine.

A patient came back and told Liu zewei that thousands of people lined up at the doctor's clinic. They didn't ask for consultation, check their bodies or watch films. They directly filled the medicine, paid for it and left.

Liu zewei really doesn't understand why there are so many medical troubles in the top three hospitals that sincerely treat patients. On the side of the miracle doctor, there are a large number of patients and a large amount of income every day.

No treatment at all, and a particularly good reputation?

In the world, there is no place to reason about many things.

Wait until you make your head brighter and see if you can fake a miracle doctor.

After disinfection, Liu zewei whispered.

Zheng Ren brushes his hands on the stage.

"I can't hold it any longer. There happened to be a patient in the group who said that he had an operation in 912. After returning, his symptoms disappeared. I thought, this is a road. I have to come and have a look whether he lives or dies."

"Well, lie down and have an operation right away. Don't move if you have difficulty breathing. Just talk." Liu zewei asked.

"Doctor, I heard that the operation was performed on a bald man... I didn't mean you were bald, but... It was your operation. You must do it well for me today." The patient was so flustered that he didn't choose his words.

"Well, don't worry." Liu zewei was not angry.

The patient answered and saw a young face around him from the corner of his eyes. He began to move his hands.

There was a pang in his heart.

If you don't give the doctor a red envelope, the director won't reach out and let the little doctor do the operation. What is it, Professor Zheng? Who believes it? I can't see anyone day by day.

Alas

He knew all about it, then closed his eyes, and a few lines of muddy tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Hmm? Does it hurt?" Zheng Rengang just finished the puncture. Seeing the patient crying, he immediately stopped and asked.

I glanced at the monitor from the corner of my eye. My heart rate was a little faster, and there was nothing else abnormal.

"Director Liu, don't step down. Even if you don't do it, you'll be satisfied to look at me there." The patient said sadly, "I know I gave my daughter-in-law 2000 yuan, and she certainly didn't give it to you. Don't go, don't go..."

Liu zewei was a little embarrassed. It was better to keep silent at this time.

No matter what you say, it may cause boss Zheng's unhappiness.

"Lao Liu, you do it." Zheng Ren turned around at random, back-to-back with Liu zewei, changed his position and became an assistant.

Liu zewei was overjoyed!

Seeing Zheng Ren pick up the hemostatic forceps, Liu zewei is reassured.

"Just now it was puncture. Next I'll do it for you." Liu zewei comforted the patient.

"Director Liu, you are really a Bodhisattva." The patient shed tears of gratitude.

The patient's state is expected, and Zheng Ren doesn't feel anything. Since the patients feel uneasy after their own surgery, let Liu zewei do it. It's no big deal.

Liu zewei's operation has taken on a new look after the baptism of more than a dozen surgical hemostatic forceps.

Zheng Ren looked at his operation carefully. There are not many places that need to be corrected.

"What's the problem with you and your lover?" Liu zewei asked while performing the operation.

He is on the operating table and seldom speaks. But this time Liu zewei was still worried that Zheng Ren was angry and wanted to use conversation to resolve the embarrassment.

"Oh, don't mention it." The patient said, "if you have no filial son before you get sick for a long time, don't mention the couple."

"You are too grumpy." Liu zewei began to puncture.

"My temper... Doctor, do you think my temper will get better after my cirrhotic ascites is treated?" Asked the patient.

"In western medicine, temper has nothing to do with the liver. But according to traditional Chinese medicine, liver depression and qi stagnation are easy to get angry. When you finish, your temper will be better." Liu zewei began to run the support inward.

"But I can't get back my good temper." The patient had a judgment on the situation: "if I were better, I would divorce directly after I went back."

"Why?"

"She thinks I drag her down, so divorce. Who's different from who." The patient thinks freely.

The second support went in.

Angiography, the operation is over.

"All right, it's done!" Liu zewei is in high spirits.

The whole operation was only knocked twice, a record low! This proves that his surgical level has been greatly improved.

"Ah? So fast?" The patient was surprised, then wanted to move and was stopped by Liu zewei.

"What are you doing? You're full of things and you fall to the ground.

"Doctor, you can't fool me. The operation is too fast."

"The improved tips operation is fast and the effect is good. This operation is recommended as the Nobel Prize in medicine this year." Liu zewei talked nonsense and took advantage of the patient's stupidity to take out the guide wire and catheter, and bind up the puncture point.

The operation is over.

"You go back and wait. Other patients have been waiting so long." Liu zewei said with a smile, "you went all the way to see a doctor. How could you fool you."

The patient went on with doubts.

Liu zewei was a little embarrassed, but seeing that Zheng Ren didn't seem angry, he didn't mention it and began to continue the operation.

Six patients, finished in the morning.

Zheng Ren didn't have lunch either. He stepped down and called Su Yun.

"After the operation, who can I find in the pathology department?" Zheng Ren asked directly.

Su Yun told him a name and hung up. He didn't know what he was doing.

"Boss, what are you doing in the pathology department?" Asked Professor Rudolph Wagner.

"Try optical tweezers." Zheng Rendao.

The professor's eyes lit up!