A few hours later, Wang Chengfa walked to the ward with a gloomy face.

"Xiao Liao, your relatives went to the Medical University?" Wang Chengfa asked unhappily.

"Yes." Dr. Liao was a little timid, but nodded.

Although he didn't believe Zhou Congwen's judgment, menstruation and pneumothorax sounded too far-fetched, Zhou Congwen helped contact professors in the provincial capital to solve difficult and complicated diseases, and he was still very happy.

What if it works? It also saves your lover from being hospitalized once every time.

Although Wang Chengfa was unhappy, his lover's disease was prolonged and he was always in a state of mind. Even if he offended Wang Chengfa... Dr. Liao still wanted to take a look at the doctor from the higher hospital.

Dr. Liao knew clearly which one is lighter and which one is heavy, which one is heavy, Wang Chengfa’s face and his lover’s body.

"Professor Chen said he will be here in the afternoon and wait." Wang Cheng said in a deep voice, "How did you contact Professor Chen?"

Dr. Liao immediately bent his waist and said with a smile, "Director Wang, you have a good relationship with Professor Chen. My relatives went to register and happened to meet Professor Chen for a visit. You are still very considerate. Professor Chen actually said he wanted to come and take a look at my lover in person."

Wang Chengfa is very helpful to this.

"Professor Chen and I have been in contact for many years. A while ago, he even had a flying knife for an extremely difficult operation." Wang Chengfa said proudly.

"That's right, that's right. We went to mention your name, and Professor Chen was very enthusiastic. My relative also said that it was fortunate that he mentioned you, otherwise it would be too difficult to get sick at the Medical University." Dr. Liao also said lies casually. Anyway, Wang Chengfa would say whatever he wanted.

"That's it!" Wang Chengfa's mouth had already been tilted to the root of his ears.

"Director Wang, thanks to you." Dr. Liao said insincerely, but as long as Wang Chengfa is happy, there is no need to care about the others for the time being.

The conversation became much smoother. Wang Chengfa was happy and talked about a few things about Professor Chen. He was all about calling Professor Chen and taking the train to help.

As for the number of things, Wang Chengfa’s imagination is limited, so he dare not think too much.

A doctor from Jianghai City can have connections with professors in the provincial capital, and the relationship is pretty good, which is a capital worth showing off.

After a while, Wang Chengfa left the ward with pride, and Dr. Liao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Husband, why do I feel that Director Wang doesn't know about this? Did Congwen contact him privately?" Dr. Liao's lover asked in confusion.

"Maybe Director Wang asked the professor to do the surgery before we contacted him." Dr. Liao was also full of suspicion.

In theory, Wang Chengfa's status in the world is unlikely to invite a provincial professor to consult and undergo surgery at will, let alone a young doctor under him.

"This is too strange. You can call the professor in the provincial capital by just calling Wen? You can change it to you?" Dr. Liao's lover still felt that the matter could not be explained.

"What if he doesn't matter, as long as Professor Chen can come and take a look. Your pneumothorax is too annoying, it's always bad."

"Will it be like Congwen said?"

"No." Dr. Liao said with certainty, "How can menstruation and pneumothorax be related? I think Zhou Congwen is just willing to make trouble. When you get better, we will cheat him for a meal and we will definitely cry."

"They also help."

Dr. Liao nodded, and when he thought of his lover's illness, his face felt sad.

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...

In the afternoon, Wang Chengfa drove his Jetta to pick up Professor Chen.

Zhou Congwen silently helped Shen Lang prepare information, including the previous videos, time, treatment, etc.

"Congwen, do you really think it is a menstrual pneumothorax? I went home for lunch and checked the information online. There was really this statement." Shen Lang asked curiously.

"It was originally." Zhou Congwen said it for granted.

"The more I think about it, the more I think about it, in the past... hahaha, the menstrual history in our medical records was written by Hu. But I remember when Dr. Liao's lover was hospitalized for the first time, Director Wang wanted to have an operation, but it happened to be the menstrual period. He hesitated for a while and did not do it."

"This time, it's just in time for menstrual period."

Zhou Congwen sorted out the past information in the medical record in chronological order. He listened to Shen Lang nagging, but he didn't think Shen Lang was funny.

I didn’t understand it in my previous life, so I had any funny stories about Shen Lang. Menstruation history, wasn’t that a random item?

This guy said he felt that there was no hope in the future, but he was not vague in searching for information.

Dial-up Internet access, you can understand menstrual spontaneous pneumothorax at noon, and your understanding of Shen Lang seems to have changed.

"Congwen, do you think there will be direct surgery?"

"Of course surgery."

"There is no problem during menstruation?" Shen Lang was a little puzzled.

"Mental spontaneous pneumothorax must be done during menstruation." Zhou Congwen was too lazy to explain more, so he continued to organize the information after he finished speaking.

Without a computer system, everything is manual, and a lot of time is wasted. Zhou Congwen is looking forward to electronic medical records very much.

But even if the first generation of electronic medical record system was launched, it was different from what Zhou Congwen remembered, and the speed was extremely slow, and he knew this.

It's now 2002.

After a while, Wang Chengfa accompanied Chen Houkun in.

Chen Houkun didn't communicate with Zhou Congwen, but just took the medical record and read it carefully.

The medical records are neat, especially the previous information, which is sorted out very neatly. Some of the information contains the writer's menstrual period, while others do not.

Chen Houkun knew that these dates were probably written by Zhou Congwen. The patient himself could not remember so clearly. He was reminding himself that the patient had a clear diagnosis and tried his best to give a basis for diagnosis.

After reading the medical record, I read the patient again and returned to the office. Chen Houkun said, "Lao Wang, I think it is a menstrual spontaneous pneumothorax."

"..." Wang Chengfa's face suddenly became gloomy.

Why does Professor Chen say the same thing as Zhou Congwen says?

Impossible, absolutely impossible! Wang Chengfa had a physiological reaction at the first time and directly denied this idea.

"But it's just speculation. I suggest you take a look with a thoracoscope. It's not that the case is the case." Professor Chen continued.

"Professor Chen, it is impossible to have menstrual spontaneous pneumothorax. There is no such classification in our textbooks.

I am not questioning your diagnosis. Even if there is one, it is a low probability event. The diagnosis is a bit abrupt based on the existing data." Wang Chengfa frowned and said in a deep voice.

After all, it was a diagnosis given by a professor from a higher-level hospital. Wang Chengfa was quite polite and did not directly say that he was ignorant as if he scolded Zhou Congwen.

"Look at it, it's not a big deal if this continues. Do you communicate with the patient's family?" Professor Chen asked.

"Have you communicated?" Wang Chengfa glanced at Shen Lang.
Chapter completed!