Chapter 1650

Zhao Wenhua's heart was slightly cold.

It's really not human. Why do you have this idea?

The daughter-in-law had just diagnosed lung cancer, but he was worried that he didn't know the passbook password

Zhao Wenhua sighed, endured her anxiety and asked, "when was the last time Xiaojuan ate and drank water?"

"Four hours ago." Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin said.

"Go back immediately and tell Xiaojuan not to eat or drink water." Zhao Wenhua told, "do a diagnostic treatment in the afternoon."

"What is diagnostic therapy?" Asked Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin.

"Don't worry about it. Run back quickly. Don't drink water at this time. You'll have to wait for tomorrow." Zhao Wenhua finally burst into foul language and said impatiently.

"OK." His cousin could also see the height of his eyebrows. Seeing that Zhao Wenhua was upset, he ran back immediately.

What did you say! Zhao Wenhua sighed.

Why should we do diagnostic treatment in the afternoon? Have you been bewitched by boss Zheng?

He knew that it might be his distant cousin's words that stimulated him.

But boss Zheng is trustworthy? Shit! If he can trust, the sows will go up the tree.

Although he looks simple and honest, he is actually full of bad water. Especially his assistant, the worst!

Zhao Wenhua read the English case report while he was feeling sick.

This is a report published in the lancet. Finally, the patient underwent thoracic surgery and removed local abnormal lung tissue.

Zhao Wenhua sees the end, if he has some enlightenment.

The plot is here! I was wrong before.

There is nothing wrong with the diagnosis. If the diagnosis can't convince people, they won't be fooled. The problem is that boss Zheng says interventional surgery can be done, while the case in the lancet is treated by surgery.

How vicious!

Villain!

A complete villain!

Zhao Wenhua thought angrily.

Falsely fabricated an operation, and then tricked himself into going to the stage for surgery. If you are curious, you must be on the road.

Finally, the operation failed

Although they are relatives of their own family, there will be no problems such as medical trouble. However, pulmonary sequestration, a disease requiring surgical treatment, requires interventional treatment, which makes people laugh.

Academic status and Jianghu reputation have been eroded a little.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua felt a little cold.

This thought is too deep, unfathomable, and extremely insidious.

The most important thing is - just after watching the film, boss Zheng and they came up with such a vicious means to deal with themselves.

Fortunately, he was smart and discovered his opponent's plot in time. Zhao Wenhua thought to himself.

But what should I do? Zhao Wenhua hesitated.

Just pass quietly? Pretend you don't know? This is the first thought in Zhao Wenhua's heart.

He is tired and ready to face the sea. People with warm spring flowers certainly don't want to collude with Zheng... And Su Yun, a sinister and cunning opponent.

But Zhao Wenhua couldn't swallow it.

You can't rob yourself of a bed. Do you want to drive yourself out?

It's impossible not to fight back, or you'll become a soft persimmon. Anyone wants to pinch himself.

Zhao Wenhua took a deep breath and felt his heart rate was a little fast.

Do you want to compete with boss Zheng?

Pick one of them?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua almost didn't cry.

I'm the professor of 912. How can I be alone?

A few days ago, boss Zheng took the whole medical team to the Affiliated Hospital of imperial Medical University to save Taiwan. Zhao Wenhua heard about it.

It is said that the noise was ugly. When President Liu invited vice president yuan to dinner afterwards, he patted vice president yuan on the shoulder and said, you have a good doctor.

This sentence has been widely spread in 912.

Zhao Wenhua was a little jealous, but more afraid.

The Affiliated Hospital of imperial Medical University, a hospital of the same level as 912, said that cardiothoracic surgery was beaten in the face

He sighed deeply.

Why don't you forget it?

Repeatedly tangled, Zhao Wenhua made several phone calls to consult his classmates in magic capital and Chengdu.

Only one person had ever encountered pulmonary sequestration. It is said that at that time, the chest Department cut the lung lobes and did not see the tumor. Finally, the disease was diagnosed on the stage.

Rare disease, surgical resection.

Zhao Wenhua was even so unsure that when he looked through an encyclopedia, he saw that there was only one line of seven words under the treatment column - surgical resection had a good prognosis.

He was relieved.

How do you fight back? Being forced, but unable to fight back, is simply a struggle between yourself and yourself.

You can't joke about the safety of patients, whether they are relatives or not. At the thought of this, Zhao Wenhua thought of his distant cousin's face.

Who's DUT.

Why don't you push it to boss Zheng and let him do the angiography?

Zhao Wenhua didn't realize that even if he hated Zheng Ren, the idea in his heart was boss Zheng, not the little doctor from a small place where birds don't shit.

In a few months, Zhao Wenhua was convinced that he had undergone numerous major operations without any accidents.

At least boss Zheng knows the importance and won't joke about the safety of patients.

Yes, that's it!

Let him have an X-ray. After confirmation, see what he does.

Do interventional surgery? Hey, hey, there's no such treatment at all.

do not do? He said he could do it himself.

It's called treating people in their own way!

Zhao Wenhua smiled and was very happy.

Thinking thoroughly, Zhao Wenhua walked back to the intervention department with his back. He didn't hurry back to the office, but went to the ward and asked his cousin about the fasting time. Only then did he return to the doctor's office.

"Boss Zheng, I asked." The smile on Zhao Wenhua's face is very gentle. "One o'clock in the afternoon is enough for patients to fast and drink."

Zheng Ren smiled and said, "are you going to do it in the afternoon? That's great."

Seeing Zhao Wenhua nodding, Zheng Ren couldn't wait to say, "Su Yun, tell Qin Tang that the afternoon meeting was cancelled."

"Good!" Su Yun did not hesitate to pick up the phone.

Zhao Wenhua felt that at the moment when he learned that pulmonary sequestration was going to be performed in the afternoon, Zheng Ren's medical team started up like a chariot.

Qin Tang, Xiangjiang, from the Qin family. Zhao Wenhua's eyes are a little red. This kind of big boss cancels the appointment when he says to cancel it?

If you change yourself, you can't do that.

He calmed his mind, showed a humble smile on his face, bent down, and whispered, "boss Zheng, I need your help."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned.

"I haven't encountered pulmonary sequestration. Look, can you go on stage?" Zhao Wenhua asked.

He didn't mind bowing his head before the operation.

But to his surprise, after saying this, he felt that the atmosphere around him had changed.