Chapter 914 What kind of gods’ thinking is this

"Professor Zhou, you are really knowledgeable." In order not to "eat" the sternum saw, the instrument nurse's attitude improved significantly.

"It's okay." Zhou Congwen smiled, "It just flips around when reading the paper and then remembers it."

"It's really a big deal to be a patient's family." The instrument nurse sighed, "My grandma got sick some time ago, but now she looks old."

"What was the final diagnosis of your elderly man?" Zhou Congwen removed the extracorporeal circulation, his heart beat again, observed the coronary anastomosis, and asked casually.

"Hypertension and diabetes are all old problems. Recently, I have Alzheimer's disease, which is Alzheimer's disease." The instrument nurse said and sighed.

"Then there is nothing to do." Zhou Congwen did not have any emotional fluctuations and was undergoing the operation seriously.

But his reaction was so cold that it made people feel cold and cold.

When encountering such a thing, although everyone knows that there is nothing we can do, we should sigh and express regrets.

This is the emotion of a normal person, but Zhou Congwen stared at the coronary artery that was coincident in the surgery area and stated a fact coldly.

It's like a stone.

The instrument nurse looked at Zhou Congwen and said, "And there are more and more minor problems, including kidney stones and gallbladder stones. I think it's really not easy for people to live until they are always there, and the whole body parts..."

"Hmm?" Zhou Congwen suddenly paused.

He looked up at the instrument nurse and said, "Diagnosed Alzheimer's disease, gallbladder stones, and kidney stones?"

"yes."

"Is the stone new? Have you had the surgery?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"No." said the instrument nurse, "My grandma wants to commit suicide all day long, and there is no hospital dare to take it. Fortunately, the stones are not serious, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

"Do your surgery first." Zhou Congwen lowered his head again, "Then you send your grandma over here and I'll take a look."

"..." The instrument nurse was puzzled, "Professor Zhou, can you treat Alzheimer's disease? It is said that this disease is an incurable disease. Treatment is not called treatment, it is called conquering."

"It may be that the diagnosis was wrong." Zhou Congwen said, "Prepare to rinse the water with warm saline, and the operation is about to end."

"The diagnosis is wrong? Impossible! The directors of the psychiatric department of several major hospitals in the provincial capital have seen it, and everyone's diagnosis is the same." The instrument nurse defended.

"Hehe." Zhou Congwen smiled, "I haven't seen it yet."

Faced with Zhou Congwen's inexplicable confidence, the instrument nurse was stunned, and even the anesthesiologist and Teng Fei behind him were stunned.

Yuan Qingyao felt strange, "Brother Zhou, there should be very few misdiagnosis of Alzheimer's disease."

"I can't tell you it's right now." Zhou Congwen used the big tweezers in his hand to point the suction device in Yuan Qingyao's hand, "Concentrate, don't delay the operation, you'll step down soon."

"Okay." Yuan Qingyao suppressed the questions in his heart and focused on the operation.

Shen Lang didn't say anything during the entire operation, and he kept observing Zhou Congwen.

He was a little interested in Alzheimer's disease, but what he was more interested in was a strange idea - Zhou Congwen seemed to have predicted the patient with a heart ruptured on Director Teng in advance!

Once this thought appears, it cannot be curbed. The fire of the gossip burned in Shen Lang's heart, making him hungry and thirsty.

Shen Lang did not participate in various gossip during the operation, but kept thinking about Zhou Congwen's strange behavior.

After Zhou Congwen came back, he threw his backpack straight to the circulation catheter room without saying a word. After going there, he happened to meet a patient with a heart ruptured.

Is it such a coincidence?

Everyone on the operating table had their own thoughts, and no one spoke for no reason, and they were silent.

Zhou Congwen didn't notice it, and even if he noticed it, he wouldn't care.

After sewing the last stitch, a crisp sound of "Ding Dong~" sounded in my ears.

The mission is completed!

Zhou Congwen's current expectation of completing the task is completely different from his previous life.

The system is so stingy that it doesn’t even give a reward, and it will never bring you a life of death. No matter how many tasks it swallows, it will look the same. It will never change at all.

"Get off the stage." Zhou Congwen turned around, "Director Fuji, please take a look after the operation."

"Yes." Tengfei knew that Zhou Congwen was worried that she would have objections to the patient because of the attitude of the patient's family, so she pointed herself cautiously.

She didn't explain, but just responded.

"Qingyao, remember to write the surgical record."

After all the work was arranged, Zhou Congwen became the boss, which was extremely relaxed.

"Liu Na." Zhou Congwen then called the equipment nurse.

"Hmm? What's wrong with Professor Zhou?"

"When will your grandma come?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"..." The instrument nurse was stunned.

She didn't expect that what Zhou Congwen said was true.

It is clear that several old experts in neurology in the provincial capital gave the same diagnosis. How could Zhou Congwen think it was a misdiagnosis?

"Professor Zhou, you're not kidding." The instrument nurse asked in a hilarious and silence.

"Of course not." Zhou Congwen said, "There is a problem with the medical history you mentioned, and maybe no one has noticed other possibilities."

"I've been looking for..."

"Didn't you say it all? In the provincial capital, I haven't made a diagnosis before I even saw it." Zhou Congwen said affirmatively.

This was so domineering that the nurse was speechless.

Zhou Congwen was also stimulated by his boss, and he did not restrain himself at all, and he made a fuss.

The boss is still on the front line in his 80s, and at the same time he still leaves his own spark... Although Zhou Congwen, who knows the ending, does not think that the boss will be in any danger, the boss doesn't know.

He went to the forefront with the mentality of the wind and the cold Yishui.

Even when Zhou Congwen beat Dr. Miyamoto, his mentality was very stable and his heart rate did not change at all.

But now when he thinks about the scene where his boss chases him with a broom, Zhou Congwen feels inexplicably sad, and his heart rate jumps to 120 like he is receiving an emergency room.

"Professor Zhou, domineering!" said the anesthesiologist. "I heard from friends in the imperial capital that Huang Lao's diagnosis was first-class. When editing "Diagnostics", Huang Lao was invited, but Huang Lao only agreed to write the part of the cardiothoracic surgery."

"Well, the boss sees patients, and he sees many diseases." Zhou Congwen tried hard to overcome the strange emotions in his heart and smiled.

Because there is a sterile mask covering, others can only see his eyes narrowing.

"Professor Zhou, what disease do you suspect?" asked the instrument nurse, "My grandma is disobedient now, and I told my family... there must be a reason."

"You ask if kidney stones, gallbladder stones and confusion appear almost at the same time at home."

"..." The instrument nurse was stunned.

Is stones related to Alzheimer's disease? Is it brain stones that block blood vessels and nerves?

She is also a medical practitioner and has been to college for three years, but she can't figure out the truth no matter how she thinks about it.

One is a nervous system and the other is a organ stone. What kind of immortal thinking can connect these two diseases.

(End of this chapter)
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