Chapter 339 A Long Sigh

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Singing oboe at home." Chang Yue's tone was not very good.

"Shuanghuang?" The professor was taken aback.

Although the language talent is very high, the professor cannot understand and understand this description in a short time.

Neither Zheng Ren nor Chang Yue was in the mood to explain to the professor.

Zheng Rengang completed the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction of the liver of patients with 3-8 beds. It can be said that the patient's condition can be controlled with a high probability.

But Zheng Ren still couldn't understand the pair of children in the patient's family, one was a bad face and the other was a bad face.

Seeing that Zheng Ren was a little confused, Chang Yue explained indifferently: "The hospitalization of the patient was arranged by the family."

This is nonsense.

"The purpose is to let relatives and friends see that I am not unfilial. The old man was sick, and he did not see a doctor in the township health center. He was taken directly to Haicheng and lived in the best hospital in the city." Chang Yue's tone became more and more serious. The colder it gets, Zheng Ren can feel the biting chill.

"After the relatives and friends have finished watching, the family began to ask for automatic discharge from the hospital."

"I just persuaded you a few words, saying that when you come back from the 64-row 3D reconstruction and see if you are sure of the treatment of this disease, the patient's son will start to make trouble."

In a few simple words, outline the whole thing clearly.

Many people are usually reluctant to spend money on the elderly. When the elderly pass away, the funeral is called a luxury.

Showing it to living people is for the sake of face.

Zheng Ren understands this.

Because I understand,

So even more helpless.

The patient's condition is under control. Although liver cancer is known as the king of cancer, Zheng Ren believes that as long as patients can come for surgery and reexamination once every two months, they should have surgery and be discharged without surgery. Patients do not need to take expensive targeted drugs, and they can live for three to five years without any problem.

But……

Very helpless.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Type the consent form for automatic discharge." Chang Yue turned her head and continued typing.

Zheng Ren also had no choice, he couldn't put the old man on the operating table and perform the operation directly.

The office was very quiet. Professor Rudolf Wagner was not in a good mood when he saw Zheng Ren and Chang Yue. He wanted to communicate with Zheng Ren, but he could only hold it back.

Almost choked out internal injuries.

Soon, Chang Yue sat at the desk and called in the family members of the 3-8 bed patients.

The cursing man didn't come in, but the woman who had been persuading the man came in.

She looked embarrassed, and said when she came in: "Doctor, I'm really sorry, my brother has a bad temper."

Without Chang Yue's explanation, Zheng Ren probably would have believed it by now.

Being able to hide the truth from an old clinical doctor can be said to have reached a certain level of drama. The expression is sincere and delicate, full of helplessness and sadness.

But with Chang Yue's explanation, in Zheng Ren's view, her "performance" was full of flaws everywhere.

"Let's sign." Chang Yue's face lost the smile she used to communicate with the patient's family and was cold, like a sculpture.

"Yeah." The woman nodded quickly and picked up the pen.

"Here, write, I have learned that the patient is diagnosed with liver cancer and can be treated with surgery. However, due to family and financial reasons, the immediate family members refused the operation after consultation and strongly demanded to be discharged from the hospital. If there are any consequences, they will be responsible for themselves." Chang Yue wrote He was extremely ruthless, and he would be automatically discharged from the hospital normally, and he would never say such blatant words.

Zheng Ren could feel the anger emanating from Chang Yue.

The daughter of the patient with 3-8 beds was taken aback.

"Don't worry, no one else will see this signature." Chang Yue said, "It's just to prove that I said something like this to you. If Director Pan asks you later, I have something to say."

Mentioning Director Pan made the woman embarrassed.

She didn't hesitate anymore, and began to write down the long paragraph of Chang Yue's words on the signature book.

Zheng Ren silently watched the woman sign, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Most of it is a pity.

Even just one operation?

Patients can live an extra six months to a year.

Going back now, it is estimated that he will die of illness within three months to half a year.

A long sigh.

The family members of the 3-8 bed patients signed the papers quickly, and she asked about the discharge time and some related questions.

Chang Yue said a few words to her impatiently, and then started to do her own work.

The patient's family members had complicated emotions, but Zheng Ren didn't have the heart to understand so much. Seeing this, it was just like what Chang Yue said, and she lost interest, and began to pick up "General Surgery", looking at it to herself.

The professor felt that everything was strange and novel, and he squinted his eyes, wondering what was going on in his mind.

The patient's family members quickly left the office in a sly voice, and less than half an hour later, they took the patient out of the emergency ward with bags and bags.

It is difficult for clinicians to do it, the main difficulty is here.

People's hearts are unpredictable, if you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces.

This time it was because of Director Pan's relationship. The patient's family members just wanted to leave, and they didn't dare to abuse Chang Yue and Zheng Ren too much.

If it's another person, at least it will cause a bellyful of idleness.

Chang Yue finished the procedures for the patient to be discharged from the hospital, dumped the case to the nurse's station, changed her clothes, informed Zheng Ren angrily, and left.

Zheng Ren didn't dare to provoke Chang Yue, probably even Su Yun wouldn't dare to provoke this one.

Today's day is not good, the midday sun is weak and not warm.

Zheng Ren looked at the book, and he didn't feel the sunshine in the afternoon.

While reading a book, chatting with Xie Yiren on WeChat without saying a word, the time passed quickly, and it was time to go to work in the afternoon in the blink of an eye.

...

At the same time, in a second-class hospital in Horqin Right Middle Banner (Note 1), Inner Mongolia.

Interventional physicians are participating in hospital-wide consultations.

In the ICU ward, there was a patient with lower gastrointestinal bleeding, and the whole hospital was helpless.

Originally, he was the one who was forgotten by the whole hospital's consultation, but after seeing the hybrid operation in Xinglinyuan, he had a lot of experience. Hearing that there was a hospital-wide consultation, so I came here.

He understands why the whole hospital needs to be consulted.

There is no cure for this disease here.

The hospital-wide consultation shows that the hospital attaches great importance to it. It's not a medical malpractice, but we really can't do anything about it.

In the past, there was really no way.

But now, interventionalists think patients have at least a chance to give it a go.

The deputy chief of the medical department presided over the consultation of the whole hospital, and the directors of each department made speeches.

Everyone believes that the patient is older, has more complications, and the risk of surgery... It can hardly be called risk, and there is no doubt that he will die on stage.

With conservative treatment, there is still a 1% chance of surviving.

But that also depends on fate.

Interventional doctors do not despise them, which is limited by medical conditions.

More than a hundred years ago, tuberculosis was still an incurable disease, what about now?

Because it is the most marginal department in the hospital, the interventional doctor sat in the corner and waited for a long time.

After everyone finished speaking, the deputy chief of the medical department packed up his things and prepared to end the meeting, and finally asked habitually, "Anyone else has any comments?"

"I want to say a few words."

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(Note 1: One of my patients is the director of the Grain Bureau of Horqin Right Wing Banner, Inner Mongolia. He has retired for decades. So I always remember this place name, and I find it interesting.)