"Before that, you had a pericardial puncture. All the signs are similar to the common pericardial tamponade. I think you performed the puncture according to the patient's condition."

"Pressure changes that lead to small left ventricular injury are not very important." Zheng Ren said, "it's just bad luck. When you encounter this rare situation, director Lang, don't be too depressed."

Zheng Ren comforted him repeatedly.

Director Lang's mood is low. He doesn't have to look at it anymore. He seems to be surrounded by black breath and a black line in his head.

"All your follow-up treatment measures are rooted in experience, which seems to me to be correct." Zheng Rendao, "if this happens during surgery, I believe most people will choose pericardiocentesis and IABP."

"Yes." Director Lang nodded. He didn't care much about boss Zheng's words. His mind was a little erratic.

"Boss Zheng, to what extent can the patient's cardiac function recover after operation?" Director Zhang Lin asked.

"Extensive anterior wall myocardial infarction. Take your time. You need long-term observation." Zheng Ren said vaguely.

"Boss, director Zhang asked if he could close his chest in five days and leave the hospital in another week." Su Yun took off his sterile gloves and said.

"There should be no problem." Zheng Rendao said, "if the myocardial edema subsides, you can close the chest. As long as there are no complications of chest tightness and chest pain, there is no problem to leave the hospital."

"Director Lang, don't worry."

"I don't worry, boss Zheng, director Zhang." Director Lang bowed slightly and said, "please."

Then it's time to talk about the wheels, and Zheng Ren is too lazy to say. It's time to go to work. He's going to change his clothes, and then go back to hand over his shift, ward round and surgery. The most important thing is to continue the simulated operation!

Not to mention anything else, after learning to operate, the task will reward 500 experience points, which is almost 40% of your existing energy value, which is a huge improvement.

"That's it. I'll change my clothes first." Zheng Rendao.

"Good boss Zheng." Director Lang said, "I'll see the patient's family."

"Director Lang, the new patient's family members are more excited. Why don't I call the security office first." Director Zhang Lin said.

Director Lang shook his head and sighed, "it's all right."

"Just now, the patient's family almost started. Don't be careless." Seeing that director Lang was in a bad state, director Zhang Lin comforted him and said, "director Lang, boss Zheng has said about the patient. Don't be depressed. It will get better."

"Yes." Director Lang looked Yan Yan, barely cheered up and smiled at director Zhang Lin.

Zheng Rengang wanted to go upstairs to change his clothes through the channel in the operating room. Listening to director Lang's words, he suddenly moved in his heart and stopped.

If the patient goes out well, the anger of the patient's family may be less. As long as people are still alive and spend less money, nothing can't be solved.

However, the patient adopted the method of delayed chest closure, which is a big problem. Although the patient's family members can't see the big hole of delayed chest closure and can't look directly at the heart. This kind of scene is absolutely unacceptable to ordinary people.

Even so, after the operation, the patient was directly sent to the ICU with a tube inserted, and the patient's life and death were unknown. I'm afraid the emotional fluctuations were extremely violent.

And just now I saw that the mood of the patient's family members had shown signs of outbreak. Director Lang's small body and bone should not be damaged by others.

"Director Lang, why are you so lost?" Su Yun asked, "some people in the family don't understand. This is not the first time, and it will never be the last time. You look like an old doctor. Why can't you pass the big wind and waves?"

Although what Su Yun said is a little sour, it is also the truth.

Medical staff, especially doctors, who engage in medical treatment, are more and more responsible with the longer and longer clinical working hours. It is impossible not to have an accident.

Even if the mind is finer than the tip of a needle and prevents all known risks, the unknown is definitely more than the known.

The older the director, the more he has a set of methods to solve disputes. Otherwise, he would resign early and would not be able to survive to the age of 50 or 60.

Some people take an emotional approach. Since the patient was admitted to the hospital, they get along with their family. Even if there is an accident or even a mistake in diagnosis and treatment, the patient and his family will think that he has tried his best.

This is the best doctor. Take precautions. But the disadvantage is that the general technical level of such people can only be regarded as average. After all, communication takes a lot of time.

Moreover... If there are various ways to solve the problem, if they really can't, they will give advice and let the medical department solve the dispute. Even if it is the last dog to be scolded, things will always pass.

Director Lang looks at more than 50. He should belong to an experienced old doctor. Why is his psychological quality so poor.

Zheng Ren stopped, looked at director Lang's red system panel, sighed gently and said, "director Lang, you're ready to quit."

"..." Director Su Yun and director Zhang Lin were stunned.

Quit? Isn't it settled? Even if it is delayed to close the chest, as long as the patient is fine and discharged well, there is room for maneuver.

Director Lang nodded blankly. He didn't know how boss Xiao Zheng knew what he was thinking.

"When I changed my clothes in the dressing room, I took a look. Your skin disease is very serious." Zheng Rendao said, "the dermatology of our 912 is not bad. Both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine can treat it. Although we don't know whether it will recover, we always have to try."

"Radiation dermatitis?" Su Yun asked, "that's not enough to quit, isn't it?"

Zheng Ren patted director Lang on the shoulder and said with a smile, "it's all right."

"Alas, boss Zheng, Professor Su and director Zhang, I won't hide it from you." Director Lang said, "I resigned after preparing for this. A hospital in the South asked me to go out of the clinic."

Zheng Ren sighed. Do you want to persuade him? It doesn't seem necessary.

How to choose between outpatient service and surgery, everyone has a steelyard in his heart. On the premise of similar income, going out of the clinic must be much better than wearing lead clothes and taking thread for surgery.

It seems that director Lang has been struggling with this matter for a long time. Today, the inexplicable patients with pericardial tamponade and the family members of the patients have become the last straw on him, directly crushing his mentality.

"I can't do it anymore." Director Lang said with a bitter smile, "on the other side of my family, I was the first batch of doctors who could do interventional surgery. I originally thought that I could sit in the operation room to see surgery at the age of 50. Who would want to become a hand and be poached by the south. I'm 52, and I have done more than ten operations a day today."

"I can't stand standing in lead clothes until now." Director Lang's voice was a little rusty, like the cold wind outside the window tired of snowflakes.