Chapter 848 Arms Made of Reinforced Concrete
Early the next morning, Zheng Ren opened his eyes and picked up his phone. There were a lot of messages on the phone.
Gao Shaojie, Wang Qiang and others congratulated Zheng Ren on the successful live broadcast of the operation. Lao Gao got the news very late, Zheng Ren thought.
However, even if they didn't know the news and didn't see the live broadcast of the surgery, they soon heard about it from others. It seemed that a storm had formed and swept the domestic medical industry.
Especially the doctors in the interventional department were the most shocked.
Zheng Ren left a message to Gao Shaojie, who has been in touch with the professor there, and has performed more than 30 TIPS operations during this time. Gao Shaojie followed the standard procedure and sent the patient's information to Professor Rudolf Wagner.
After breakfast, I went to work from Dongcheng to Xicheng.
Although the departure time is relatively early, it is still far away. While walking, Zheng Ren pondered whether to rent two houses near Xicheng Hospital.
But thinking about the house price and rent in the imperial capital, Zheng Ren gave up.
Although this money can definitely go to public funds, Zheng Ren has never seen or eaten it, and never thought of the huge sum of money in the public account.
And that money, Zheng Ren is useful.
Wait a little longer, with more money on hand.
The imperial capital is different from Haicheng or even the provincial capital. The Shays don't have many houses here either. Of course, the Sunshine 100CBD of the East Third Ring Road is not included.
When you come to the hospital, first look around at the patients, chat with them, and grasp the various conditions of the patients' diet and daily life. After shifts and ward rounds, everything will be fine.
Zheng Ren was not used to this kind of leisurely life.
But it doesn't matter, Zheng Ren can go to the system library to read books.
After the TIPS operation, the patient was very stable. After Zheng Ren arranged for the second-stage operation tomorrow, he was just about to go to the library when the head nurse greeted him outside.
It's urology.
Zheng Ren was a little strange, picked up the phone, "Hi, I'm Zheng Ren."
"Boss Zheng, I'm Yu Jianshui. We're doing the operation on the adrenal gland tumor today. Director Miao asked if you have time to take a look." Mr. Yu from the Department of Urology said very politely on the phone, a little out of breath, Probably took the fire escape to the dressing room on the sixth floor, ready to go on stage.
"Okay." Zheng Ren was also curious about the patient, and Director Miao invited him, so he readily agreed.
After answering, Zheng Ren greeted Chang Yue and the professor, and went directly to the operating room.
Yu Jianshui, Mr. Yu was changing clothes in the locker room, when he saw Zheng Ren coming in, he greeted him warmly.
"Boss Zheng, the patient came back from the examination. Director Miao said hello and did it urgently. It is indeed the problem you said." Mr. Yu said with a smile, "Your diagnostic skills are really high!"
Zheng Ren smiled back.
This indifferent attitude can easily make chatting awkward. Zheng Ren is better at this, he is not good at fighting with others.
Everyone has a personality problem, there is no way.
However, the level is high and he is kind, but he just doesn't want to chat.
Everyone doesn't have too many opinions on this kind of person, at least he doesn't have any opinions on Jianshui Yuzong. He told the whole process on his own, and the Department of Urology went through two more pre-operative discussions, and formulated a post-operative recovery plan with relevant departments.
Surgery is not a big deal for 912's urology department.
But Director Miao said something during the rounds, asking Boss Zheng if he had time.
Zheng Ren didn't know what Director Miao meant, but he couldn't refuse directly. And he was somewhat interested in this operation.
In the operating room of the system, Zheng Ren also practiced nephrectomy while training on hepatic echinococcosis surgery.
Knowing a bit about urology, seeing surgery, no harm. This is all experience, and there is nothing wrong with it down there anyway.
It's not like in Haicheng's emergency ward, where surgery is performed every day, and Zheng Ren's hands are itchy.
After changing their clothes, Zheng Ren and Mr. Yu left the dressing room together, and climbed the internal stairs to the operating room on the fifth floor.
A day's work has just begun, and the operating room is busy and orderly.
Except for the emergency operating room, all other operating rooms are open. The doctors who transport patients to the operation, the itinerant nurses, and the equipment nurses who wash their hands are like beating notes, playing the melody of life.
"Boss Zheng, this way." Boss Yu politely led the way to the urology surgery room.
The patient is already lying on the operating table, and the anesthetist is buckling up the oxygen mask, preparing for intubation, administration, and anesthesia.
"I'll take another look at the film," Zheng Ren said.
Mr. Yu picked up the film that was kept with the medical records and handed it to Zheng Ren. After he said something, he went to check the patient's information, looking for the surgical marks left before the operation, so as not to cut the wrong kidney.
Rigorous checking work is an essential part.
Zheng Ren inserted the film into the film viewer in the operating room, and looked at it again with his chin resting.
Overall, there was no problem. Zheng Ren just watched the film before the operation habitually, although he was not a surgeon. This is a habit, a good habit, Zheng Ren is not going to correct it.
Just watching, there was a sudden noise outside, and the sound of anxious and hurried footsteps came.
Emergency rescue? Zheng Ren's heart skipped a beat.
But in a second, Zheng Ren remembered that this was 912, and the emergency rescue had nothing to do with him.
The hormone level in the body that just increased a little will return to normal immediately.
After 1.235 seconds, Zheng Ren suddenly realized something was wrong.
The sound of footsteps and anxious shouts came from the inner operating room, not the outermost emergency operating room.
What's going on here? Could it be an allergy?
Zheng Ren's first reaction was that he was allergic to intraoperative fluids, such as low-molecular-weight dextran and other fluids.
But even if it is an allergy, it is not a serious problem, just give the corresponding treatment. Except for a very small number of patients, severe edema symptoms will suddenly occur, leading to sudden death or cerebral hypoxia, and becoming a vegetative state.
A little curious, Zheng Ren put the film into the film bag, put it together with the medical records, and walked out of the operating room.
In the corridor, a nurse was running, apparently to get things that she didn't usually use frequently. A doctor was anxiously calling in the corridor, asking for the superior doctor to come right away.
A tense atmosphere, like a volcanic eruption, erupted like magma, which raised the temperature of the entire operating room a lot.
It was the anesthesiologist who called. After he finished the call, he hurried back to the operating room. Zheng Ren followed behind him, came to the door of the surgery room, and took a look.
Seven or eight doctors inside are busy resuscitating, the patient's endotracheal tube has been inserted, and the ventilator is working.
An arm protruded from the slit, apparently belonging to the patient. It's just that the arms seem a little weird...
Zheng Ren frowned and watched carefully.
Someone kept touching the outstretched arm, but the arm seemed to be poured with reinforced concrete. It was not bumped, but trembled slightly and independently at a high frequency.
When rescuing, the movements are relatively fast, there is no gentleness, only rough, simple and fast.
But in the rough collision, the arm was still stretched out, and it hardly moved no matter how it was touched, only shaking at its own frequency.
What the hell is going on? !