Chapter 1717 Draw a Knife to Help (2)

Mao Chi saw Zheng Ren through the lead glass.

For some reason, the moment he saw Zheng Ren, all the negative emotions such as anxiety and unease in his heart disappeared.

Stop stepping on the line, the airtight lead door opened, Zheng Ren walked in quickly, and said, "Director Mao, I can't get it out, it's stuck inside."

Hearing Zheng Ren's judgment, Mao Chi sighed deeply.

In fact, he also thinks so, but after all, he still wants to try it, and he doesn't know how to perform extracardiac surgery.

"Boss Zheng, are you here?" Mao Chi asked tentatively.

"Well, hurry up. The patient's ventricular speed is too fast. I'm afraid that it will be delayed for a few more hours. If the brain hypoxia is severe, there will be cerebral edema. It is even more difficult to explain if it is complicated by severe brain herniation." Zheng Ren said.

Mao nodded.

"Lao He, take a look at extracorporeal circulation."

"Su Yun, look at the other equipment."

"Yiren, you want to split the sternum."

Zheng Ren looked sideways at the patient's ECG monitoring, and after one order after another, the medical team moved in an orderly manner.

"Director Mao, are you here to save Taiwan?" Someone asked Mao Chi on the shoulder.

Mao Chi turned back and saw that it was Director Luo, he was startled for a moment.

What time is it, why did Director Luo, a gastroenterologist, come here.

"Director Luo, why are you so busy today?" Mao Chi asked.

"Take off your lead clothes, go out for a meeting, your hat is wet." Director Luo didn't answer his question, but said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Mao Chi saw that Zheng Ren's entire medical team was busy, he let out a long sigh of relief, tore off the sterile gown, and was about to turn around to leave when Zheng Ren suddenly said, "Director Mao, the patient's family, for preoperative communication, take a look. ."

His tone of speech was not as polite as before.

Mao Chi was not angry, he knew that Boss Zheng had entered the emergency rescue mode, and everything was based on the patient's life.

Walking out of the operating room, Mao Chi picked up his mobile phone and began to contact Professor Zhang.

He also communicated with the patient's family below and explained the condition. It is estimated that it is a bit troublesome, otherwise, I will not be able to get up in 20 minutes.

But there is no way, who let him encounter this? If it were me, I would definitely be overwhelmed.

Surgery, the most fear is the second palace.

In particular, it was well explained to the patient's family before the operation. The minimally invasive surgery can solve the problem with a single eye of a needle.

But instead of solving the problem, the sternum has to be split for surgery. Who is the family member of the patient and who can't be in a hurry?

In such a situation, domestic doctors have no way to be hard-hearted. Whatever the beating or scolding, as long as the patient survives, everything is easy to say.

There are risks in the operation, and there is a notification before the operation. As long as the patient is alive, the patient's family can basically understand it. But if people can't get down, that's another story.

Not to mention the long-planned medical trouble, this is a special case after all. Under normal circumstances, the family members of ordinary patients encounter an unknown danger to their relatives, and their emotions collapse, and the next thing is completely out of control.

Thinking of this, Mao Chi lost his mind.

Otherwise, more and more doctors will not come back after going abroad, and the doctors outside have high treatment, low workload, and light responsibilities. What else is there to say.

Not to mention anything else, just how many times Dr. House has been beaten to death in China, let alone the second season, even the second episode of the first season can't be reached, and the first episode will have the defendant devastated.

"Director, are you down?" A suppressed excited voice came from the other side of the phone, with a little nervousness in the excitement.

"Is it easy to speak?"

There was silence on Professor Zhang's side, and there were a few thumping sounds. Obviously, he knew what was going on and was looking for a quiet place.

"Director, surgery..." After dozens of seconds, Professor Zhang's trembling voice came out.

"The interventional operation failed, and the shelf was stuck on the folds of the atrium and couldn't be taken off." Mao Chi said, "Boss Zheng is here, ready to split the chest for surgery."

"Zheng..."

"You have no other choice, hurry up and explain to the patient's family. If you don't know how to write the pre-operative explanation, find someone outside your chest." Mao Chi restored the resolute and domineering style of a chief director, and said coldly .

The time seems to have returned to a few years ago, and the location has returned to the 912 hospital.

Professor Zhang said subconsciously, "Okay, Director, I'll go right away."

Mao held up the phone.

"Director Mao, you are really working hard." Director Luo smiled.

The two sat on the chairs in the operating room. Mao Chi lifted up his sterile clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a wry smile, "No way, after all, he used to be a soldier under his own hands."

"It's your eyes that are bright, ask Boss Zheng to solve it. Not to mention whether the operation can be done, I... I don't know about interventional surgery. When we came just now, Boss Zheng saw the process of taking the big frame and immediately judged whether the interventional surgery could be done or not. come out."

Mao Zhi nodded.

"This person, what can he do, what can he do, how to do it properly, don't stick to it, it is very difficult to do it." Director Luo said.

"Why are you here, Director Luo?" Mao Chi didn't want to talk about this matter, he was a little uneasy, for fear that Boss Zheng would not be able to get the operation.

He was even more afraid that the patient's family would not agree, so the emergency department performed the operation.

I found Boss Zheng myself, but in the end I couldn't put Boss Zheng in it. Trouble, it's all in the back.

"It's not just that Boss Zheng has a consultation in Massachusetts. It's a patient diagnosed with periodic vomiting syndrome. Because of inhaling the exhaust gas of electrical combustion, abdominal pain, nausea, and vomiting are induced..."

"Isn't there a diagnosis?"

"This time the disease was very serious. The Massachusetts General Hospital sent the medical records and asked Boss Zheng to give him a glance." Director Luo smiled.

Massachusetts General Hospital, palm a glance...

These two words deeply hurt Director Mao's heart.

Is Boss Zheng really that awesome?

"Case, what do you think?" Director Mao pretended not to care, concealed his feelings, and asked a random question.

"I thought it was serotonin syndrome, but Boss Zheng denied it." Director Luo didn't see anything unpleasant, but just told the truth.

Mao Chi looked at Director Luo in surprise, trying to find a trace of unhappiness in his eyes and movements.

But soon he was disappointed.

"What did Boss Zheng diagnose?"

"It's still under discussion. Boss Zheng has denied all the possibilities. He just said that it might be a thyroid problem, and your call will come in."

Mao Chi remembered that when he was on the phone, he was discussing his condition in a chaotic manner, and he vaguely remembered that Boss Zheng said that he would have a thyroid B-ultrasound.

"He suspects a thyroid problem?"

Director Luo nodded and said, "I'm not professional in endocrine diseases, but many symptoms indicate that it may be a disease of the endocrine system. It is also necessary to have a B-ultrasound."

"..."

Mao Chi was stunned.

Abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, just these six words, I would never think that it would be a thyroid problem if I killed myself.

Impossible!