Chapter 1109 The Director of the Outer Hospital Is the Same as His Own Little Doctor

"What check did the patient have?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Head and chest CT, abdominal B-ultrasound, and X-rays of both lower extremities." Yuan Li replied subconsciously, and he regretted it as soon as he said it.

Is he the chief inpatient of Haicheng No. 1 Hospital?

no!

If not, why would you answer his question? It was just that Yuan Li saw Zheng Ren's dignified expression, but it didn't cause any trouble. Numerous previous cases told Yuan Li that it was best not to question Boss Zheng's diagnosis.

And if the patient is really in trouble, he will be sent to other hospitals according to his own judgment, and he will be entangled by the patient's family, complained, threatened, beaten and scolded by the patient's family.

Just as he was talking, the doctor in the ultrasound room pushed the bedside ultrasound and entered with a breath.

After tossing all night, only at this point is it possible to get a good night's sleep. If you encounter a doctor who has difficulty falling asleep, you may not be able to sleep well all night.

People in their 30s and 40s can't sleep all night, which is very harmful to the body.

After she came in, she saw Zheng Ren, rubbed her eyes, and said in surprise, "Mr. Zheng? Didn't you go to the imperial capital?"

"Come back and see the director." As Zheng Ren said, he pulled over the bedside ultrasound machine, turned on the machine, applied couplant on the patient's abdomen, and started the ultrasound examination.

"Boss Zheng, you can even do this?"

"Understood."

"..." President Wang slandered in his heart, a little understanding, a little bit of wool! P-J syndrome is a little understood, and bedside B-ultrasound is also a little understood!

Is there anything else you don't understand?

"Mr. Zheng, I have seen the stomach. There is no effusion in the abdominal cavity, and there is no subcapsular hematoma in the solid organs. Delayed bleeding is not considered." The doctor in the ultrasound room whispered.

The family members of the patients have already come in, so it is necessary to be cautious when communicating.

"Consider the combination of abdominal aorta and thoracic aorta with dissecting aneurysm." Zheng Rendao, then the B-ultrasound probe pressed on the patient's stomach and began to look carefully.

Mr. Zheng is still as awesome as ever, the doctor in the ultrasound room sighed. Bedside B-ultrasound, the resolution is extremely low, and it is probably enough to see it. As for more, I really can't see it.

The patient's family was stunned. Seeing so many doctors in the emergency room, there was a tense atmosphere in the air. Didn't Dr. Yuan say it's all right? What's going on here?

Soon, Zheng Ren put the probe back and greeted Yuan Lidao: "Tell the patient's family about the condition and diagnose the dissection of the main chest and abdominal aorta. Contact the ICU and immediately send it to control blood pressure, analgesia, and wait for surgery."

After speaking, he turned around and asked Mr. Wang, "After I leave, is there anyone else to make a brace?"

President Wang shook his head in confusion.

Zheng Ren guessed this, but unfortunately Feng Xuhui didn't follow with the big and somewhat exaggerated trolley case when he came back in a hurry.

When he was there, I didn't feel anything, but once I used it, I felt the importance of Feng Xuhui when I didn't have any consumables.

Zheng Ren didn't have a good idea. He picked up the phone, glanced at the time, hesitated a little, and called out anyway.

"Director Wang, hello."

"Well, I'm Zheng Ren. Do you have an aortic stent?"

"Please help me, I have an emergency room on my side."

"It's not the imperial capital, it's the city's first hospital. Well, I'll come back to see the old director. It's not that I happened to meet a patient. I'm in a hurry, you can do it as soon as possible."

After speaking, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Boss Zheng, who to call?" Mr. Wang was a little puzzled.

"Director Wang Qiang Wang of the Interventional Section of the Second Hospital." Zheng Ren said.

Nima... President Wang cursed in his heart. Commanding the directors of other hospitals is the same as commanding your own little doctor.

Mr. Zheng is really speechless. Besides, it's five o'clock in the morning, and people come directly to deliver the stent... How much face is this?

But Boss Zheng said that he wanted a brace. It was so simple and direct, and he didn't even say a few polite words.

What a surprise!

Humans are really incomparable. If they compare, they will be pissed off.

Yuan Li was sitting on the wax, and all the previous explanations were zero, and he had to explain to his family again. Explain what? Diagnosing problems yourself? He cursed bitterly in his heart, and then felt a little confused.

How did Zheng always know there was a mezzanine?

To be honest, he didn't hate Zheng Ren. Although this kind of thing slapped his face, it was a life saver. Between life and face, how to choose is a good judgment.

If you want to hate, you can only hate yourself for bad luck. It's just a broken bone. How can there be a dissection?

To say that dissection is a disease, it is rare to say that it is common. It is rare to say that the entire emergency department has to encounter 3 or 5 cases a year. Every doctor in the emergency department is the enemy of dissection, but cannot predict it in advance.

It is not always possible for every patient to see a doctor, and a vascular CTA should be done. In that case, who can stand a big over-medical hat?

But getting a clear diagnosis can be difficult, so every emergency department doctor is cautious, walking on thin ice.

There was a patient with a simple rib fracture in the former thoracic department. After being admitted to the hospital, he walked around like a good person. All of a sudden, he died the next day, and the trouble was very big.

The patient's family refused to take the body away and asked the hospital for an explanation.

In fact, no one can stand this kind of thing. Good people just die like this, and there is no buffer at all. How can they accept it?

But doctors can't do anything about it. It's impossible for all patients to have a full set of examinations when they are admitted to the hospital.

This kind of thing is still very fateful.

His life seemed to be good, one foot had already stepped off the cliff, and was pulled back by Mr. Zheng. Yuan Li thought to himself while explaining to the patient's family.

During the operation, I took a look for myself, if it was true, it was a holiday in the past... MD, there is no one in the eyelids of others, okay? Yuan Li sighed.

This is not Mr. Zheng from last year. In half a year, Jackie Chan has soared for nine days. Coming back "simple" to save himself and the patient's life, it is estimated that Mr. Zheng will not remember this in a day or two.

Man, it's really different.

Zheng Ren didn't know Yuan Li's inner entanglement, so he and President Wang walked back. The patient for the operation has already been sent. If you don't hurry back, the patient will be very scared lying on the operating table.

"Boss Zheng, is the diagnosis accurate?" President Wang asked. Up to now, he still can't believe Zheng Ren's diagnosis, but he can't question it.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned.

President Wang glanced at Zheng Ren, not knowing why he was stunned.

"diagnosis?"

"yes."

"Didn't you have a B-ultrasound? The blood flow in the dissection is quite obvious, haven't you noticed?"

"..." President Wang finally knew why Boss Zheng was confused.

"Oh, you are a doctor of general surgery. The diagnosis is clear, it is a dissection, and the stent is sent for surgery and sent to the orthopaedic department for the treatment of compartment syndrome." Zheng Ren said lightly.

President Wang burst into tears in his heart.