Chapter 430 Cardiac Specialty

? Wei Jiayou is tall and thin. He always likes to hold hands when walking, and always likes to hide in the shadows when standing.

He doesn't like to communicate with people, and ordinary people don't like to communicate with him. Yunyi's doctors and nurses don't like to talk to him, and even patients and their families don't like to talk to him.

Even in the ward, facing Wei Jiayou's indifferent eyes, the patients and their families didn't bother to ask a few more questions - this is extremely unusual, if it were another surgeon, the patients and their families would have countless questions to ask. If the surgeon does not leave, patients and family members can ask questions almost forever, and ask them again when they are reincarnated.

Wei Jiayou is different, he walks around, but his style of doing things is high-profile, and his attitude towards people is arrogant. If you want to say that he was squeezed out by someone, it would be better to say that the whole world squeezed him out.

Only a small number of people, such as Di Maocai, a doctor who is not influenced by others, will accept Wei Jiayou.

However, Di Maocai is not the type who likes to chat. When standing with Wei Jiayou, he doesn't chat about gossip.

When working with Ling Ran, the anesthesiologists and imaging doctors of Yunyi Hospital can at least look at Ling Ran's handsome face to relieve boredom. When it's Wei Jiayou... Comrades who are used to seeing Ling Ran, how can they come back? to once upon a time.

"It's not aortic dissection." The little attending of the imaging department called, said a few words, and then hung up.

Wei Jiayou operated the computer in front of him twice, printed out the report himself, and started to read it.

"How is it?" Di Maocai stood behind Wei Jiayou, not bothering to take a single look at him.

He was so old that Huo Congjun looked like a child. There are very few doctors at his age who pursue new technologies and breakthroughs. In Di Maocai's view, training apprentices well and bringing them out is the right way.

Wei Jiayou is just the opposite. He doesn't like to communicate with others, but he likes new technologies and methods, so he is already a rising star in cardiac surgery, but he secretly went to learn various endoscopes, even if he is a cardiologist. There are fewer surgeries, so I don't hesitate.

On the day he came to Yunyi, Wei Jiayou learned most of the functions of Yunyi's electronic system. In comparison, Zuo Cidian has been here for several months, but he is still very unskilled in using it.

Wei Jiayou scanned the checklist carefully before answering Academician Di's question: "Your judgment is correct, there is no aortic dissection."

"All right.

The quality of patients here at Yunhua is not good. Di Maocai shook his head: "It's been a week since I've been here, and I've changed two hospitals, but I haven't encountered a single patient with aortic dissection. Did the ambulance go out properly?" "

His voice was getting louder, and his saliva was about to spray on Director Lei's face in front of him.

Director Lei, as the director of the Medical and Political Department, can only do his own thing at this time, laughing twice: "The patient doesn't want to think about getting sick, and our hospital can't think of it either."

"Maybe in which county hospital the patient died, you don't even know." Di Maocai snorted twice, implying that he couldn't find aortic dissection. It's not that the incidence rate of patients is low, but the diagnosis rate is low. .

If someone else said this, Director Lei would definitely refute it, but if it was Comrade Di Maocai, an academician, he remained silent.

The key point is that what Di Maocai said is correct. The incidence of aortic dissection is not as low as imagined, at least at the level of 10/100,000. Americans conduct autopsies, and the discovery rate is 100%. one.

In domestic tertiary hospitals, the detection rate of aortic dissection is less than one in 100,000, and most of them are in a state of no data.

As for the local county-level hospitals, it is not possible to find a case of aortic dissection in ten or eight years. However, if any hospital really dissects the patients who died of acute myocardial infarction, there must be many cases of aortic dissection.

In other words, those county-level hospitals that have never diagnosed aortic dissection are tantamount to opening a fast track for the county's bull head horse noodles. If patients with aortic dissection develop the disease in this county, there is basically no way out.

Yunhua Hospital's heart surgery is weak, and the diagnosis rate of aortic dissection is low, which inevitably affects the entire emergency system, and it is conceivable that the survival rate of patients in Yunhua City will be reduced.

Di Maocai spoke from this height, and Director Lei didn't have the slightest desire to resist. Director Lei is quite experienced with this type of attacking trolls, he quickly dug a hole and buried himself, and let Di Maocai do his best without saying a word.

Compared with Huo Congjun, Di Maocai is more or less conscious of being an academician. He won't abuse corpses in his spare time. He just looked at Director Lei with disdain, and said to Wei Jiayou, "There is no way without aortic dissection. We can only do what we have. what?"

"Well... this case is boring, and I can handle it in my heart..." Wei Jiayou expressed his opinion very immodestly.

Di Maocai also agreed: "Then wait for another one. If there are fewer aortic dissections, there will never be fewer heart attacks."

"Just the next one." Wei Jiayou looked at the time and said, "Go to dinner after finishing."

Director Lei also looked up at the clock. It was already past 5 o'clock, so he was very confident.

Director Lei thought inwardly: You are adding drama to yourself.

However, he is an apprentice brought by an academician, not to mention that his level has surpassed the director of Yunyi Xinwai, even if he can't reach it, he is also qualified to receive treatment in the emergency department.

If the other party wants to do the same thing including diagnosis and surgery, then he has to let the other party do the same thing.

Without picking the type of disease, the 120 command center quickly sent a report: "Suspected myocardial infarction patient, chest tightness, profuse sweating, urinary incontinence..."

Wei Jiayou asked about the distance, and immediately said, "Tell them, we can send it over."

After waiting for a short time, an ambulance entered the reception area.

Wei Jiayou stepped forward immediately and asked about the situation.

His expression was calm, and his speech was orderly. Without saying anything, he calmed down the patient's family members.

As a professional heart surgeon, Wei Jiayou can be said to be very skilled in the face of myocardial infarction, so his state of mind is very peaceful.

Of course, the cardiac operating room has always been the closest place to face death, and illnesses like myocardial infarction cannot always be cured. Regarding this, Wei Jiayou's attitude is equally peaceful.

"The operation must be performed immediately. The family members send someone to pay the money, and the immediate family members sign the informed consent." Wei Jiayou ordered in a low voice, without any intention of discussing with the patient's family members.

From his point of view, there is really nothing to discuss.

"What kind of surgery do you want?" The middle-aged man who came with the ambulance hesitated instead.

Wei Jiayou gave him a strange look, stood still and said, "Now it is judged to be an acute myocardial infarction, the first thing to do is thrombolysis..."

"It's a heart stent, right? It's expensive." The man hesitated even more.

Wei Jiayou frowned: "If you don't do it, you have a high chance of dying."

"I know, we are all his relatives, such a big matter, it's up to his son to decide."

"You sign first, and then discuss it in private."

"Wait for me, I'll call his son again." The man said that he was unwilling to sign if he died, and the same was true for the fellow passengers, who just called frantically on the phone.

Di Maocai walked slowly to the helpless Wei Jiayou, and said softly, "Look, this is also the difference between emergency surgery and elective surgery."

Wei Jiayou's face became even more gloomy: "It will not benefit anyone if it continues like this."

"They don't have to take responsibility." Di Maocai looked at the monitor again, and said, "Get ready for cardiopulmonary resuscitation."

Surgery cannot be performed without a consent form, but rescue is a must.