Chapter 210 Single Room (2/5)

Chapter 210 Single Room (25)

"Mr. Gu, you should be in the hospital." Su Yun asked suddenly as soon as he walked out of the building of the institute.

Professor Gu's footsteps staggered slightly.

"Is your heart any better? It's not right to sneak out like this." Su Yun continued to play his sarcastic nature, even a respected old professor like Professor Gu could not be spared.

But what he said was still logical, and Professor Gu couldn't refute it.

"Got it." After a few seconds, Professor Gu waved his hand and said, "How can our cardiothoracic surgery department treat diseases in the Department of Cardiology."

Su Yun smiled slightly and did not refute.

This is a matter of disputes within the hospital. The surgery department thinks that the internal medicine department is too rough, and the internal medicine department thinks that the surgery department is too rough.

And some related edge technologies, whoever grabs it first, counts.

Departments and professors who have the ability to do it will naturally be very dissatisfied if they are not caught.

For example, in European hospitals, spine surgery is classified as neurosurgery. However, because the spine treatment was first carried out by orthopedics in China, the top domestic cattle are now orthopedic. Neurosurgery... only manages the head, and nothing else.

The Temple of Heaven and Sanbo can only work on brain surgery. The spinal nerves are not under their control at all. Even if they do it, they can't compare to Jishuitan and Xiehe Orthopedics.

The disputes between cardiothoracic surgery and cardiology have a long history.

Because the first coronary stent surgery was carried out in the domestic cardiology department, the operation volume of cardiac surgery has been reduced wildly. In the beginning, the coronary stent surgery that the Cardiology Department did not want to do and could not do would have the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department perform heart bypass surgery.

With the advancement of technology, there are fewer and fewer coronary heart surgeries that cardiologists cannot do. While patients choose between minimally invasive and thoracotomy, they will also choose minimally invasive and refuse thoracotomy.

So many years ago, cardiothoracic surgery that was separated out was merged back into cardiothoracic surgery in many hospitals. Not for anything else, just because there aren't that many surgeries to do.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun knew the twists and turns here, so they didn't care about Professor Gu's childish words.

Medical treatment, medical surgery, and minimally invasive surgery are the general trend and will never change because of a professor's wishes.

"Go back, I'll change your medicine. Thanks to you two the day before yesterday, Fang Lin's child..." Professor Gu groaned, and when he mentioned Fang Lin, he choked up.

"Have you seen it, how is Fang Lin's condition?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Fortunately, because there was too much bleeding, the coagulation function was impaired. Today, several units of platelets and fibrinogen were given." Professor Gu said: "The drainage volume of the chest bottle has reached 400ml. It is estimated that there will be no fresh blood drawn the day after tomorrow. The catheter can be extubated. The abdominal cavity drainage has less than 100ml of bloody fluid, and the overall situation is not bad."

"Oh, that's good." Zheng Ren was relieved.

"Thanks to your timely rescue." Professor Gu said with lingering fears: "I saw that situation yesterday, and I thought I couldn't save it. When I was in a hurry, I committed the old problem of myocardial infarction."

Zheng Ren smiled naively.

When he came to the Department of Thoracic Surgery, Professor Gu took Zheng Ren directly to the pharmacy.

He took a sterile dressing changer and lifted the gauze that had been soaked in sweat on Zheng Ren's shoulders.

"I'm going to use antibiotics for a few days." Professor Gu saw that the skin of the wound was neat and slightly red, but not swollen. It should not be an infection, but he still carefully asked Zheng Ren to use some antibiotics.

"Well, I used it yesterday." Zheng Ren said.

"Three days." Professor Gu gave the order without hesitation and could not refuse.

After changing the medicine for the wound on Zheng Ren's shoulder, Professor Gu called Zhao Yunlong again and told Zhao Yunlong seriously that Zheng Ren must not leave the ward for the past two days. To save him from running again for surgery to avoid accidents.

Zheng Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It's just a cold, what can be unexpected. My health is very good, and the chance of pneumonia is not high.

But Professor Gu was kind, and he was embarrassed to refuse.

Professor Gu opened another single room for Zheng Ren and let Zheng Ren live in.

Finally...a single room in the imperial capital, Zheng Ren could not laugh or cry.

As soon as Zheng Ren declined, Professor Gu's eyes widened, and Zheng Ren was arrogantly pushed into the single room.

"You can be content, only the deputy minister can live in a single room." Su Yun sat leisurely on the sofa and looked at Zheng Ren.

"The key is that I have nothing to do." Zheng Ren said weakly, not at all convincing.

"Stay strong, lie down, boy." Su Yun sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and played boringly.

Zheng Ren "helplessly" lay down on the bed in the high room, and a sense of exhaustion hit like a tide.

The high room of the large tertiary hospital in the imperial capital is like a baby, and it is not a place to live if you have money.

When Zheng Ren was a resident doctor in general surgery, he once treated a cadre at the level of a deputy mayor. Of course, at that time, he could only stand on one side, watching Director Liu humbly and ask for warmth all the way through the green channel.

Later, the patient was diagnosed with gastric cancer, and instead of staying in a hospital in Haicheng for surgery, he went directly to a hospital in the imperial capital.

Generally speaking, it is not bad to be able to find a high-level professor of surgery in the imperial capital. But getting used to the prestige in Haicheng, the man came to the imperial capital and asked for a high room.

Each hospital arranges wards differently. Some are the chief inpatient, some are head nurses, and some are leading professors. But the arrangement of the high room is the same.

Starting at the deputy ministerial level, the head of the department or the authoritative professor has the right to allocate a single room.

Ordinary people will admit it, but who would have thought that the patient would return to Haicheng from the imperial capital in anger, and invited a professor from the magic capital to perform surgery.

It took a little half a month to go back and forth.

It was also unfortunate that his malignant tumor was poorly classified and progressed rapidly. During surgery, three lymph nodes were found to have metastasized.

This is a rather sighing example, so Zheng Ren felt that Bu Ruotian's choice was the right one.

Thinking about these messy things, Zheng Ren gradually entered the dream.

This night, he slept in a dark night. He didn't know whether it was due to the ill surgery that made Zheng Ren very tired or the sequelae caused by the use of the system's bottle of energy medicine. Zheng Ren slept until it was dark.

When he got up, he saw that Su Yun was still playing with his mobile phone on the sofa. Compared with before, he didn't seem to even change his posture.

There was a little needle drop on his hand, and it was estimated that the nurse came to rest and pull out the needle in his sleep, but he didn't know anything about it.

He was sweating profusely again, and Zheng Ren felt much better.

"What's for dinner?" Zheng Ren sat up and asked.

"I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow morning." Su Yun replied without looking up, "Aren't you interested in eating?"

"..." This is really choking.

Zheng Ren is indeed not interested in eating, but he fell ill today and performed seven interventional surgeries with a lead coat on his back. His physical strength has long been exhausted.