Chapter 1718： Pulling the knife to help (middle)

Mao held through the lead glass and saw Zheng Ren.

I don't know why, when he saw Zheng Ren's moment, the negative emotions such as jealousy and uneasiness in his heart vanished.

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

Listening to Zheng Ren’s judgment, Mao held a deep sigh.

In fact, he thinks so, but after all, he still wants to try it, and he will not do extra-cardiac surgery.

"Zheng boss, are you coming?" Mao held a question and asked.

"Well, hurry up, the patient room is too fast, afraid of delaying for a few more hours, if the brain is hypoxic, there will be brain edema. Serious complicated cerebral palsy, it is even worse to explain." Zheng Rendao.

Mao nodded.

"Old congratulation, go see the extracorporeal circulation."

"Su Yun, look at other equipment."

"Ira, you have to lick your sternum."

Zheng Ren looked at the patient's ECG monitoring side by side, one after another, and the medical team moved in an orderly manner.

"Director Mao, are you here to save the station?" Someone asked the hair on the shoulder.

Mao held back and saw Director Luo, he stunned.

This is a bit of time, and Director Luo, a person who digested the internal medicine, ran over.

"Director Luo, how are you so busy today?" Mao asked.

"Take off the lead clothes, go out to rest, the hats are wet." Director Luo did not answer his question, but half-jokingly said half-seriously.

Mao Zhan sees Zheng Ren's entire medical team busy, he took a sigh of relief, tore off the sterile clothes, just turned and left, Zheng Ren suddenly said: "Mao Director, patient family, pre-operative communication, you take a look ""

The tone of speech has not been so polite before.

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

Out of the operating room, Mao took the phone and began to contact Professor Zhang.

He also communicated with the patient's family below and explained the condition. It is estimated that there is some trouble, otherwise it will not be able to get up in twenty minutes.

But there is no way, who let him meet this? If you change to yourself, you will definitely be overwhelmed.

Surgery, most afraid of the second into the palace.

In particular, the preoperative and the patient's family accounted for a good, minimally invasive surgery, a needle eye to solve the problem.

However, not only did not solve the problem, but also to do the surgery on the sternum, who is the family of the patient who can not worry?

In this case, domestic doctors can't get used to it. If you can survive, as long as the patient can survive, everything is fine.

Surgery is risky, and it is informed before surgery that as long as the patient is alive, the patient's family can basically understand. But if people can't come, then they have to say something else.

Not to mention the long-planned medical troubles, this is a special case. Under normal circumstances, the family members of ordinary patients are emotionally depressed, and the next thing is completely uncontrollable.

Thinking of this, Mao took away.

If more and more doctors are not coming back from abroad, the doctors outside are treated with high fees, low workload, and light responsibilities.

Not to mention anything else, how many times the house doctor was killed in the country, not to mention the second season, even the second episode of the first season can not be reached, the first episode has to be accused of the burnt.

"Director, are you down?" There was a repressed excitement on the phone, a few embarrassments in the excitement.

“Is it convenient to talk?”

Professor Zhang’s silence was silent, and there were a few loud noises. Obviously he knew what had happened and was looking for a quiet place.

"Director, surgery..." After a few tens of seconds, Professor Zhang’s trembling voice came out.

"Failed, the shelf card can't be taken on the folds of the atrium." Mao holds: "Zheng boss is coming, preparing for chest surgery."

"Zheng..."

"You have no other choices. Let's take time to explain to the family members of the patients. If you don't know how to write before the operation, look for someone outside your chest." Mao holds a special resilience and a flying singer, which is cold and cold. .

Time seems to have returned a few years ago and the location has returned to the 912 hospital.

Professor Zhang said subconsciously: "Well, director, I will go right away."

Mao hangs up the phone.

"Director Mao, you are really hard." Director Luo laughed.

The two sat in the chair of the operation room, and the hair held the sterile clothes, wiped the sweat of the forehead, and smiled bitterly: "No way, after all, it was a soldier under his own hands."

"Or your eyes are bright, look for Zheng boss to solve. Do not say whether the surgery can be done, I ... I do not understand the interventional surgery, just now, we come, Zheng boss to see the process of taking a large shelf, immediately judge the interventional surgery to take come out."

Mao nodded.

"This person is jealous, what can be done, what will be done, how to do it right, not to stick to it, but it is very difficult to do it." Director Luo said.

"How come you, Director Luo?" Mao did not want to talk about this matter, he was a bit nervous, and he was afraid that Zheng Boss could not get the surgery.

He is even more afraid of the family members' disagreement. This emergency department will do the surgery.

I found Zheng Boss myself, and finally I couldn’t put Zheng Boss in. Troublesome things, what's special behind it.

"This is not exactly the case that Zheng Boss has a Massachusetts consultation. It is a patient diagnosed with periodic vomiting syndrome. Because of inhaling electrical exhaust gas, it induces abdominal pain, nausea, and vomiting..."

"Is there a diagnosis?"

"This episode is particularly serious. The Massachusetts General Hospital sent the medical records over and let Zheng Boss help him." Director Luo smiled.

Massachusetts General Hospital, a palm of your eye...

These two words deeply hurt the director Mao’s heart.

Is Zheng Bo really so powerful?

"Case, what do you think?" Director Mao pretended not to care, concealing his feelings and asking in a random way.

"I think it is serotonin syndrome, but Zheng boss gave it a negative." Director Luo did not see any unpleasantness, just tell the truth.

Mao holds a slightly surprised look at Director Luo, wants to find a trace of dissatisfaction from his eyes and movements ~ www.novelhall.com ~ but soon he was disappointed.

"What did Zheng Boss diagnose?"

"It's still being discussed. Zheng boss has denied all the possibilities, just saying that it may be a thyroid problem, and your call will come in."

Mao remembered that when he called, the chaotic one was discussing the condition, and he vaguely remembered that Zheng Boss said to be a thyroid B-ultrasound.

"He suspects a problem with the thyroid?"

Director Luo nodded and said: "Endocrine disease, I am not professional, but many symptoms indicate that it may be a disease of the endocrine system. It is also appropriate to be a B-ultrasound."

"..."

Mao held it.

Abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, these six words, killing yourself can not think of a thyroid problem.

Impossible!