Chapter 1866 A Community Hospital on the Right Track (Leader Avera Plus 5)
"Boss Zheng, I will relay everything you said to my friend." Knowing that the matter is important, Song Ying said very seriously.
Ordinarily, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him.
But Boss Zheng's serious expression and the kind of spirit that Song Ying hasn't seen for many years... saving lives and healing the wounded? He didn't know how to describe it. In short, Song Ying was moved by Zheng Ren just for a moment.
"Well, trouble Brother Song. By the way, go back and ask the old man to stop the amiodarone, or change to other drugs." Zheng Ren said: "In a few months, the matter of the bright liver will be resolved, and the liver function will also improve. recover gradually.”
"Okay, I will remember." Song Ying said.
Zheng Ren didn't tell Song Ying what kind of medicine to change. With Song Ying's ability, these things are not important at all.
Anyone who asks will know.
Things became easier after that, Song Ying put away the film and started drinking with Su Yun and Chang Yue.
The drink capacity of this product is quite good, after a bottle of Moutai, his face does not change.
It was getting late, Song Ying knew it well. It is necessary to be close, but not to annoy Boss Zheng.
He was just right about the heat.
After taking his leave and leaving, Song Ying went downstairs, but he was not in a hurry to get into the car, but leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.
Looking at the community hospital, he smiled. In the smog, Song Ying's smile was a little fuzzy.
This little Boss Zheng has grown up really fast.
The level of medical treatment is also high. Boss Zheng took good care of my elder brother's illness.
This is a good card, but the disadvantages are also obvious - Boss Zheng seems to value curing diseases and saving lives more than the sky.
If this is the case, I have no advantage.
But Song Ying just thought about it, at least now that he has entered the family room, he can be regarded as a relatively close friend... it should be considered.
In the night, Song Ying looked at the lights of the community hospital, and seemed a little distracted.
After six or seven minutes, the smoke burned his fingers, and he woke up.
After snuffing out the cigarette butt and throwing it into the trash can beside him, Song Ying got into the car and took out his cell phone.
"Brother, I came out from Boss Zheng's house."
"I think it's okay, it's just a routine physical examination, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Well, Boss Zheng has always had no prejudice against mental illness. In the recent cases, it is said that many people were diagnosed with mental illness, which was overturned by Boss Zheng."
"Okay, then I'll get in touch. Boss Zheng is going back to Haicheng soon, and I'll wait for him when he comes back."
After saying a few words, Song Ying hung up the phone.
There is a business partner whose wife has depression, and the diagnosis is quite clear. Because of some small problems, the annual physical examination has become a major event.
Song Ying didn't think Boss Zheng could overthrow the diagnosis of depression, he just wanted to have a smooth physical examination.
Boss Zheng, a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital and a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic, such a bright aura should be enough.
Song Ying sat in the car as if he was thinking about something, or in a daze.
After ten minutes, he shook his head slightly.
"Manager Song, are you leaving?" the driver asked.
Song Ying nodded, the driver started the car and left slowly.
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Sending Song Ying away, the Xie Yiren began to clear the table. Zheng Ren wanted to help, but Xie Yiren pinned him on the sofa.
Just like in the operating room, Xie Yiren never seemed to have the concept of asking Zheng Ren to pack things in his mind.
"Boss, with your treatment, you can instantly kill countless people." Su Yun reluctantly poured the last bit of wine from the iron-covered Moutai bottle into his throat, and said enviously.
"Left ventricle volume reduction surgery, can you?" Zheng Ren was thinking about another thing.
"Are you talking to me? Or Chang Yue?" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and said disdainfully.
"It's good if you can do it." Zheng Ren said: "The operation is difficult, and the postoperative care is also more difficult. I need to go to the ICU to have a look."
"The power of our 912 critical illness is very strong, so don't worry about it. I'm curious about how the patient can get down alive." Su Yun said.
"Who knows, I'm only 70% sure. If I add you, I may be more sure." Zheng Ren watched the TV, but Su Yun could feel his pupils dilated, and he was in a state of letting himself go.
This guy knows how to do surgery.
Su Yun shook his head, cleaned up the table, washed up and went to bed.
Zheng Ren lay on the bed, recalling the report that Song Ying brought just now, and entered the system space.
Surgery is difficult, Zheng Ren knows this. But in 1997, Mr. Huang Fangjiong developed this technique in China, and I have no reason why I can't do it.
But he tried to buy surgical training time, but the system operating room was empty.
It seems that the big pig's trotters do not approve of this self-selected surgical training method, and Zheng Ren also expressed his helplessness.
Then we can only wait for the patient to come. Zheng Ren is sitting in the system space, watching the little white fox who is becoming more and more... alive, and has nothing to fear.
Looking into its eyes, Zheng Ren gradually entered a state of emptiness.
When the alarm rang, Zheng Ren realized that he had sat in the system space all night.
After waking up, Zheng Ren moved around a bit.
He didn't feel tired at all, he was full of energy, and seemed to be resurrected on the spot full of blood and blue. Zheng Ren wondered if he could rest in the system space in the future?
He hadn't thought about this kind of thing before, and he was stupid enough. Zheng Ren laughed at himself a few words in his heart.
Get up, wash up, go to the community hospital for rounds, routine actions.
After all, dozens of patients are thrown in the community hospital. Although the operation is relatively safe and there are not many postoperative complications, ward rounds are still necessary.
Zheng Ren was very happy when he came to the community hospital. This place is now gradually being filled by myself, and the steps towards the Nobel Prize are very solid.
Zheng Ren came to the community hospital at this time almost every day, and the doctors who were in training had already noticed the pattern.
Although they are eager to be on the operating table, Su Yun's blunt rule is that they must stay in the community hospital for a month, and then they will have a chance to see their performance.
As a newcomer, I was still on the fringe of the Nobel Prize project team. The chief residents and professors leading the team from all over the country did not dare to slander, but did their best.
It just gets more and more magical as it dries.
For TIPS surgery, let alone county-level hospitals, even provincial-level hospitals, the mortality rate and complications of postoperative hepatic encephalopathy are frighteningly high.
But in the community hospital, what they saw was tranquility and peace. There were almost no postoperative complications, and some of them could be treated simply.
As time went by, the new dubious beliefs of these doctors began to quickly turn into inexplicable worship. Being able to get the TIPS surgery done with few postoperative complications, if you can learn it and go back, it will be a handy skill!
Of the hundreds of millions of hepatitis B patients in the country, how many have portal hypertension? Don't talk about curing diseases and saving people, just talking about having skills to make a living, knowing this one art is enough.
The doctor on duty was waiting for Zheng Ren's arrival at the door early in the morning.
Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue walked into the community hospital and listened to the doctor on duty introducing the condition of the patients last night.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the end of the corridor.