Chapter 1718

Mao Chi sees Zheng Ren through the leaded glass.

I don't know why, when he saw Zheng Ren, his uneasiness and other negative emotions dissipated.

Stop stepping on the line, the airtight lead door opens, Zheng Ren quickly walks in and says, "Director Mao, I can't get it out, it's stuck inside."

Hearing Zheng Ren's judgment, Mao Chi sighed deeply.

In fact, he also thinks so, but after all, he still wants to try, and he won't do extracardiac surgery.

"Boss Zheng, are you coming?" Mao asked tentatively.

"Well, hurry up. The patient's speed in the room is too fast. He's afraid of delaying a few more hours. If brain hypoxia is serious, brain edema will appear. It's even harder to explain serious brain hernia." Zheng Rendao.

Mao nodded.

"Lao he, go and have a look at the extracorporeal circulation."

"Su Yun, look at other equipment."

"Yi man, split the sternum."

Zheng Ren looked at the patient's ECG monitoring. One instruction after another was issued, and the medical group moved in an orderly manner.

"Director Mao, are you here to save Taiwan?" Someone patted Mao on the shoulder and asked.

Mao Chi looked back and saw that it was director Luo. He was stunned.

What time is it? How did director Luo, a person from the Department of Gastroenterology, come here.

"Director Luo, why are you so free today?" Asked Mao.

"Take off your lead clothes and go out to have a rest. Your hat is wet." Director Luo didn't answer his question, but said it half jokingly and half seriously.

When Mao saw Zheng Ren's whole medical team busy, he took a breath and tore off his sterile clothes. Just about to turn around and leave, Zheng Ren suddenly said, "Director Mao, patient's family members, preoperative communication, go and have a look."

The tone of voice is not as polite as before.

Mao is not angry. He knows that boss Zheng has entered the mode of emergency rescue, and everything is based on the patient's life.

Out of the operating room, Mao picked up his mobile phone and began to contact Professor Zhang.

He is still communicating and explaining his condition with the patient's family members. It's estimated that there's some trouble, otherwise you can't come back in 20 minutes.

But there's no way. Who let him encounter this? If you were yourself, you would be in a mess.

Surgery, the most afraid is to enter the palace.

Especially before the operation and the patient's family members explained well, minimally invasive surgery, a needle eye can solve the problem.

But instead of solving the problem, we have to split the sternum for surgery. Who is the patient's family member? Who can not worry?

In this case, domestic doctors can't be tough. As long as the patient can survive, everything is easy to say.

There are risks in the operation and they are informed before the operation. As long as the patient is alive, the patient's family members can basically understand it. But if you can't get down, you have to say something else.

Not to mention the long planned medical trouble, this is a special case after all. In general, the families of ordinary patients have emotional breakdown, and then the next things are completely out of control.

Thinking of this, Mao was distracted.

Otherwise, more and more doctors will not come back from abroad. It's needless to say that doctors outside have high treatment, low workload and light responsibility.

Not to mention anything else, the goods of Dr. house have been killed many times in China. Not to mention the second season, they can't even arrive in the second episode of the first season. The first episode will be a mess for the defendant.

"Director, are you down?" There was a repressed excited voice on the other side of the phone, with a little uneasy in the excitement.

"Is it convenient to speak?"

Professor Zhang's face was silent, and there were several thumping noises. It was obvious that he knew what had happened and was looking for a quiet place.

"Director, operation..." after dozens of seconds, Professor Zhang's trembling voice came out.

"Failed. The shelf is stuck on the folds of the atrium and can't be taken off." Mao said, "boss Zheng is coming. He's going to have surgery."

"Zheng..."

"You have no other choice. Seize the time to explain to the patient's family. If you don't know how to write the explanation before the operation, find someone outside your chest." Mao Zhi restored the vigorous and domineering character of a senior director, and said coldly.

The time seems to have returned to a few years ago, and the location has also returned to 912 hospital.

Professor Zhang said subconsciously, "OK, director, I'll go right away."

Mao hung up.

"Director Mao, it's really hard for you." Director Luo smiled.

They sat on the chair in the operation room. Mao raised the sterile clothes, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with a bitter smile: "there's no way. After all, he used to be a soldier under his own hands."

"You still have bright eyes. Find boss Zheng to solve it. I don't know whether the operation can be done or not. I... I don't understand interventional surgery. Just now we came, boss Zheng saw the process of taking out the big shelf and immediately judged that the interventional surgery can't be taken out."

Mao nodded.

"This man, what he can do, what he can do, and how to do it properly. It's hard to do it." Director Luo said.

"Why are you here, director Luo?" Mao Chi didn't want to talk about it. He was a little uneasy for fear that boss Zheng couldn't take it down for surgery.

He was more afraid that the patient's family did not agree, so he did the operation in this emergency.

Find boss Zheng by yourself. In the end, you can't put boss Zheng in. Trouble, DUT is in the back.

"It's not just that boss Zheng has a consultation in Massachusetts. It's a patient diagnosed with periodic vomiting syndrome. Because he inhales the exhaust gas from electric combustion, he induces abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting..."

"Isn't there a diagnosis?"

"This time, it was very serious. The Massachusetts General Hospital sent the medical records to boss Zheng for a look." Director Luo smiled.

Massachusetts General Hospital, take a look

These two words deeply hurt Director Mao's heart.

Is boss Zheng really so awesome?

"What do you think of the case?" Director Mao pretended not to care much, covered up his mood and asked casually.

"I think it's serotonin syndrome, but boss Zheng denied it." Director Luo doesn't see any unhappiness, just tell the truth.

Mao looked at director Luo in surprise, trying to find a trace of unhappiness in his eyes and actions.

But soon he was disappointed.

"What did boss Zheng diagnose?"

"It's still under discussion. Boss Zheng denied all the possibilities. He just said it might be a thyroid problem. You'll call in."

Mao remembered that he was talking about his condition when he called. He vaguely remembered that boss Zheng said he wanted to have a thyroid B-ultrasound.

"He suspected a thyroid problem?"

Director Luo nodded and said, "I'm not professional about endocrine diseases, but many symptoms show that they may be diseases of the endocrine system. It's also right to do B-ultrasound."

“……”

Mao Chi was stunned.

Abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, just these six words, I didn't think it would be a thyroid problem.

No way!