Chapter 1392 Judging People by Their Appearance

"Huh? Why do you ask that?" Liu Zewei had already finished brushing his hands and was just about to disinfect them.

"I know that TIPS surgery is an effective way to treat advanced liver cirrhosis and ascites." The patient's thinking is very clear, "but the success rate of the previous surgery was not high, and the mortality rate was as high as 10-20%. This is still death, and postoperative complications of liver disease. Sexual encephalopathy is not counted."

"Then what?" Liu Zewei picked up the oval forceps, clamped the iodophor gauze, and chatted with him, "Lie down, don't move, and start disinfection."

"I've never dared to do it. Without surgery, I can live for a few days. If I do, I might die immediately."

"How dare you do it this time?"

"The illness can't be dragged on." The patient felt the coolness of the iodophor touching his skin, and his sense of fear surged up like a tide, "Doctor, you are an experienced old director, you must treat me well. do it."

"Well, don't worry." Liu Zewei fooled the patient. After disinfection, he began to spread sterile sheets.

"In our hometown, there is a large group of several thousand people with similar diseases. Some people go to Inner Mongolia to find a genius doctor and take Mongolian medicine. I thought about it, I used to say Mongolian doctor, wasn't it swearing? Why is Mongolian medicine becoming popular now? what?"

Liu Zewei smiled, this is really common. It's commonplace, and it's no surprise that it's long been seen.

The patient has a terminal illness, not just cancer, such as a large amount of ascites in the advanced stage of liver cirrhosis, which was considered a type of terminal illness in the past.

If the hospital can't do anything about it, then go everywhere to seek medical advice.

A patient came back and told Liu Zewei that thousands of people lined up at the genius doctor's clinic. They didn't ask for consultation, physical examination, or filming.

Liu Zewei really couldn't understand why there are so many medical troubles in the top three hospitals that sincerely treat patients. On the side of the genius doctor, there are a large number of patients and a large amount of income every day.

There is no cure at all, and there is a particularly good reputation?

In this world, there are many things that are simply not dealt with.

Wait until you brighten your head and see if you can fake a magician.

After the disinfection was completed, Liu Zewei called out softly.

Zheng Ren brushed his hands to the stage.

"I can't hold it any longer. It happened that a patient in the group said that the operation was performed on 912, and the symptoms disappeared after returning. I thought, this is a road, and I have to come and see if I live or die."

"Well, lie down, and the operation will be performed soon. If you have difficulty breathing, don't move, just speak." Liu Zewei instructed.

"Doctor, I heard that the one who performed the operation was a bald one... I am not saying that you are bald, but... you performed the operation. You must do it well for me today." The patient panicked. Speechless.

"Well, don't worry." Liu Zewei was not angry.

The patient responded, and out of the corner of his eyes saw a young face appear beside him, and began to move his hands.

He was heartbroken.

Without giving the doctor a red envelope, the director would not reach out and let the little doctor do the surgery. Say what Professor Zheng is, who can believe it, you can't see people every day.

Ugh……

He already knew this in his heart, and then closed his eyes, and a few lines of turbid tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"Huh? Does it hurt?" Zheng Ren had just finished the puncture. Seeing the patient crying, he immediately stopped and asked.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the monitor, the heart rate was a little faster, and nothing else was abnormal.

"Director Liu, don't step down, even if you don't do anything, you'll be satisfied just watching me there." The patient said miserably: "I know I gave my wife 2,000 yuan, but she definitely didn't give it to you. Don't go, don't go..."

Liu Zewei was a little embarrassed, but it was better to keep silent at this time.

No matter what he says, it may cause Boss Zheng's displeasure.

"Old Liu, you do it." Zheng Ren turned around randomly, back to back with Liu Zewei, changed positions, and acted as an assistant.

Liu Zewei was overjoyed!

Seeing Zheng Ren pick up the hemostatic forceps, Liu Zewei felt at ease.

"It was just a puncture just now, I'll do it for you next." Liu Zewei reassured the patient.

"Director Liu, you are truly a bodhisattva." The patient was grateful.

The patient's state was as expected, and Zheng Ren didn't feel anything. Since the patients who do the surgery by themselves feel uneasy, let Liu Zewei do it, it's no big deal.

Liu Zewei's operation, after more than a dozen surgical hemostatic forceps, has been completely renewed.

Zheng Ren watched his operations seriously, and there were not many things that needed to be corrected.

"What's the problem between you and your lover?" Liu Zewei asked while performing the operation.

He was on the operating table and rarely spoke. But this time Liu Zewei was still worried that Zheng Ren was angry and wanted to use conversation to resolve the embarrassment.

"Oh, don't mention it." The patient said: "If there is no dutiful son in front of the bed for a long time, let alone the husband and wife."

"You are too grumpy." Liu Zewei began to puncture.

"My temper... Doctor, you said that after my liver cirrhosis ascites was treated, can my temper get better?" the patient asked.

"In Western medicine, temper has nothing to do with the liver. But according to Chinese medicine, if the liver is stagnant and qi stagnant, it's easy to get angry. When you're done, your temper will be better." Liu Zewei began to smooth the stent.

"But if I have a good temper, I can't get it back." The patient has a judgment on the situation: "If I were better, I would divorce directly after I go back."

"why?"

"She thinks I'm dragging her down, so let's get a divorce. Whoever lives differently." The patient thought freely.

The second bracket went in.

Angiography, the operation is over.

"Okay, it's done!" Liu Zewei was full of energy.

The entire operation was only knocked twice, a record low! This proves that his surgical standard has been greatly improved.

"Ah? So fast?" The patient was surprised, and then wanted to move, but was stopped by Liu Zewei.

"What are you moving! There are things all over your body, and everything falls to the ground when you move.

"Doctor, you can't fool me, this operation is too fast."

"The improved TIPS surgery is fast and the effect is good. This surgery was recommended for the Nobel Prize in Medicine this year."

Surgery is over.

"You go back and wait, other patients have taken so long." Liu Zewei said with a smile: "How can you fool you when you see a doctor all the way."

The patient went down with apprehension.

Liu Zewei was a little embarrassed, but seeing that Zheng Ren didn't seem angry, he didn't mention it and started the operation.

Six patients, finished in one morning.

Zheng Ren didn't eat lunch, so he got off the stage and called Su Yun.

"After the surgery, who should I go to the pathology department?" Zheng Ren asked directly.

Su Yun told him a name and hung up, not knowing what he was doing.

"Boss, what are you doing with that pimple in the pathology department?" asked Professor Rudolf Wagner.

"Go and try optical tweezers." Zheng Ren said.

The professor's eyes suddenly lit up!