Chapter 1157 Inspecting the Harem

Step down and take a look at the patient.

The bearded man saw that Zheng Ren's eyes were obviously a little frightened.

The patient has recovered from anesthesia and his vital signs are stable. Zheng Ren knows it well. The infection site has been cleaned up, and as long as there are no special circumstances—for example, when the intestinal peristalsis ties up in the abdominal cavity and forms a mechanical intestinal obstruction, there is no big problem.

There is no good way to prevent this, even Zheng Ren can only resign himself to fate. The system gives an evaluation of 99% of the completion of the operation, and it is estimated that 1% is the reason for this.

Any surgical operation is like walking a single-plank bridge, because the existing science and technology cannot give a definite diagnosis and 100% complication-free treatment of all diseases.

The basic pathophysiology is still being explored, let alone treatment. Therefore, it is quite correct to say that the medical industry is a high-risk industry.

Don't say anything else, Wu Hui is in the American Community Hospital, and he can't finish a single appendicitis. How can he justify this?

I took a look at the post-operative doctor's order, and there was no problem. Routine rehydration and other symptomatic treatments were enough. After returning to the interventional department with Su Yun, Zheng Ren felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere as soon as he walked into the doctor's office.

Professor Liu was nestled in the corner, looking depressed, Chang Yue wrote the medical records indifferently.

Su Yun smiled and let him guess.

In fact, it's not surprising that Dr. Shen was also attacked mercilessly by Chang Yue at the time, but he was sent by Director Kong, and Chang Yue would still leave a bit of affection, and I'm sorry to say too thoroughly.

But Liu Zewei came to study on his own. For the students, how can they expect to have a good face?

Pointing at Chang Yue to treat him as a professor in the provincial capital? Just kidding.

Zheng Ren said hello to Liu Zewei as if he didn't see it, and then asked, "How many patients have you accepted?"

"Yesterday, you accepted it when you said it back. There are already six patients, waiting for your surgery." Chang Yue reported indifferently, and then pulled out a lot of films, each with a serial number and recent laboratory tests before and after admission.

It's good to have such a resident doctor, and I don't need to worry about many things, Zheng Ren thought to himself while holding the film bag.

Although Chang Yue always had a straight face and didn't have the smiley face she had when communicating with patients, she didn't want her to smile all day long. So fine. It's just that there are some problems with the beds. I don't know when the community hospital will be renovated.

After seeing the preoperative films and test reports of the six patients, there was no contraindication to surgery, and the surgery was scheduled for tomorrow, and Zheng Ren came to Director Kong's office.

Knock on the door and go in, and see Director Kong reading a magazine wearing reading glasses.

"Director Kong, it's so tiring to read a pure English magazine. I'll translate it for you to read again?" Zheng Ren said, closing the door with a smile.

"No, I'm used to it." Director Kong saw Zheng Ren come in, took off his glasses, and asked, "Is the operation going well?"

"Well, it went well. How is the decoration of the community over Dean Sun's side?"

"He called just now to give you time to take a look." Director Kong asked with a smile, "Do you have time now?"

"Well." Zheng Ren glanced, Director Kong was looking at the article by the Johns Hopkins University research group on embolization of gastric fundus artery.

"Director Kong, there is something wrong with this article." Zheng Ren has seen this article in the system library, and he has done some research. Although it is not very detailed, he is the only peak of the intervention discipline after all. Many things only require At a glance, I understand.

"Oh?" Director Kong asked, "Where is the problem?"

"In the first phase of clinical surgery trials, the data is a bit small, the description of the surgery is not detailed, there is no surgical outline, and the description of the postoperative complications of the patients is not detailed enough. I feel that if we follow them, the postoperative pain period will be very long." Zheng benevolence.

"If you were, what would you do?"

"Do your best to superselection. The finer the superselection, the less blood supply to the stomach wall will be lost, and there will be no short-term large-scale necrosis of gastric wall tissue, and the goal can be achieved."

"But the blood vessels will rebuild."

"By directly embolizing the left gastric artery and fundus artery, the blood vessels will also be reconstructed. This operation is only a palliative operation. Dietary refractory diabetes, the effect is moderate. But in the case of weight loss patients, it is still beneficial."

The two walked and chatted, and when they passed the doctor's office, Su Yun followed and left the hospital all the way.

The community hospital is not far from 912, only a 10-minute walk away.

It is very difficult to keep such a community hospital in the imperial capital where every inch of land is expensive. Dean Sun Ming is also worried that if any real estate developer takes a fancy to this place, once it is demolished, he will be finished.

Seizing the straw of Boss Zheng is the last second to board the ship, and he can have a stable future, which is what he is happy to see.

Zheng Ren came to the community hospital for the first time.

In a nearby community, there is a small second floor, covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters. The yard is not big and a little compact.

More than half of the community hospitals are being renovated, but the remaining half remain calm.

"This side usually comes from the old people in the neighborhood. It's broken all of a sudden, and Sun Ming is embarrassed. But this is also the last few days. After that, it will become Boss Zheng's harem." Director Kong smiled. Speaking of.

Zheng Ren knew that, in fact, all the drips here were not accepted by 912, there was absolutely no need to use antibiotics, and some minor problems with proprietary Chinese medicine preparations. In other words, it is fine to have a drip, but some elderly people still stubbornly want a drip, so community hospitals are not considered idle all day long.

When I entered the hospital, the sound of the decoration was very weak, and I was just doing simple cleaning work.

"The beds are all new, and Jiaojiao went and bought it herself. I saw the samples of Maidester's hand-cranked hospital bed, and it was better than our 912." Director Kong introduced to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren doesn't care what the decoration looks like. He wants to treat a disease. Even if he pretends to be a palace, if he can't do the treatment, it's all nonsense.

In fact, his requirements are very simple, do not have a strong taste of decoration, simple, clean and tidy.

It seemed that Lin Jiaojiao was really interested, and what she did was exactly what Zheng Ren thought.

Zheng Ren was quite satisfied with the construction. He walked past the construction part and ran towards Sun Ming's office.

There are a few more beds on this side, reserved for people in the community who want drips.

Passing by a ward, Zheng Ren saw an aunt in her fifties walking out of the bathroom, holding an IV bottle in her right hand and an advertisement leaflet, and her left hand was slightly lowered.

He was stunned for a moment, his footsteps paused, and after 0.72 seconds, he simply stopped.

"Boss?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.

"Stop!" Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun and said sharply to the auntie.

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You guys are amazing, so many monthly passes in one day. Exhausted and went to bed, see you tomorrow morning~