"Professor Zhang is right, the operation is quite difficult." Zheng Ren first came to a positive conclusion.

Professor Zhang's face softened when he heard Zheng Ren's opening remark, nodded slightly, and smiled at Zheng Ren.

Professor Zhang knows that people are carrying people in the flower sedan chair.

"The patient is in critical condition and the risk of surgery is very high." Zheng Ren repeated another sentence, then walked to the front of the film reader, pointed the position of the aorta with his finger, and said: "The large area of ​​the aorta's outer membrane is eroded. Even if the surgery is not performed, I estimate that within 2448 hours, the patient will die of secondary hemorrhage due to rupture of the aorta."

The smile on Professor Zhang's face had not yet dissipated, and then it solidified.

"Surgery is a must, and it must be done in the emergency room." Zheng Ren turned his back like a book, and immediately showed a completely different view from Professor Zhang.

Linger sat in the middle of the office with a blank expression on his face. After hearing this, he lowered his head and took a pen to record something in his notebook.

Professor Zhang looked at Zheng Ren and asked coldly: "Boss Zheng also said that if the surgery is not done, the aortic outer membrane will rupture at any time within 2448 hours. It has become thinner into a piece of paper. Will it still be artificially damaged?"

"First of all, I think what Professor Zhang said is right." Zheng Ren repeated this sentence again. A smile suddenly rose in Zhao Yunlong's heart. Boss Zheng looked honest and honest, but it was also quite bad.

"But it is precisely because of this that the operation must be carried out as soon as possible." Zheng Ren said: "For the thin blood vessel wall, I suggest that the aortic stent be used to support the endometrium of the blood vessel. If the outer membrane ruptures, it can be repaired with patches. In this way, the risk of dying on the operating table can be avoided at the greatest possibility."

Professor Zhang glared at him, stood up suddenly, and began to refute Zheng Ren's words.

After all, he is a professor who teaches, with rigorous theory and clear logic. No matter what argument or argument is, it revolves around the patient's surgical risks without any deviation.

He did not lose his mind because of his anger, nor was he led to go astray because he wanted to refute Zheng Ren's words.

All the focus is on the huge risk of surgery and must be cautious.

It seems that Professor Zhang is also good at lectures and debates.

Zheng Ren felt that if he didn't interrupt Professor Zhang, he would be able to go until the second half of the night.

A blood routine is enough to talk for three to five hours.

In fact, what he was going to say was obviously not going to have surgery, and it had nothing to do with me. After the surgery, I will definitely take the blame.

This is a very helpless thing, and Zheng Ren also understands Professor Zhang more.

Just like the choice of a patient's local hospital, the operation is too difficult, so first anti-inflammatory treatment is conservative. If it can be cured, everyone will be happy. If it is not good, they will be pushed to the superior hospital.

No one wants the patient to die on the operating table. To cure the disease, you and I, everyone is happy, and it is too difficult. If you are not sure, go to the higher hospital.

But local hospitals can do this, and 912 can't do this.

Where to push the patient? UnionPay? Fuwai? Anzhen?

They are all top tertiary hospitals in China. If you really want to send patients, are you shameless? I admit that they are lower-level hospitals?

In the future, we will hold a national academic conference. After meeting, will we have to call the professors from other hospitals a teacher?

If that is the case, President Yan will definitely suppress it with an iron fist. No matter which big boss is standing behind him, he will first clean up the "black sheep" from 912.

Professor Zhang knew that he couldn't push it out, so he chose to do everything possible to delay.

As long as you get off work, anyone who is willing to have surgery tomorrow, it’s a good strategy as long as it has nothing to do with you.

Zheng Ren sighed in his heart. He really didn't want to resist a professor in the leading group of cardiothoracic surgery.

It’s not that I dared not, but that there is no need. Seeing Professor Zhang speak eloquently, Zheng Ren went directly to the system space and prepared to do surgical training to see it.

"Hello." Zheng Renxian greeted the little white fox.

As I imagined, there was no response. The lifelike little white fox lay in front of the thatched hut, with a little agility in his smile.

Just say hello casually, Zheng Ren didn't think that the little white fox could reply. He clicked on the purchase of surgical training time and went directly to the system operating room.

An experimenter was lying on the operating table, the shadowless light was very bright, and the skin of the experimenter was a little pale.

Looking back at the film, Zheng Ren set up his position for the experimental subject and began surgical training.

Zheng Ren did not choose to use thoracoscopy, mediastinal meridian and esophagealoscopy combined with triscopy. Although reports have recorded precedents of triscopy combined with fish bones in similar cases, laparoscopy surgery is too wasteful.

It is safer to open your chest.

The mediastinum is full of abscesses. Even if it is a thoracic surgery, you need to wear a microscope, let alone laparoscopic surgery.

Explorations revealed that it turned out to be a hard fish bone that pierced the esophagus and penetrated the mediastinum. It did not pierce the aorta, but just pierced the outer membrane.

Although it seems lucky, food residues also come in, forming inflammatory infection foci in the mediastinum.

This leads to a large abscess on the outer layer of the aorta, which continues to erode, and the aorta will rupture at any time.

This was so fucking Zheng Ren sighed in his heart.

I guess I got a thorn when eating fish, and then I drank vinegar or used steamed buns to choke in.

As a result, the fish bones were relatively hard, directly penetrated the esophageal wall and stuck to the aorta.

Twenty years ago, this was a serious illness and almost no solution. Even now, it was a particularly difficult condition.

It is absolutely impossible to not deal with the abscess, because bacteria are growing and constantly eroding the blood vessel walls, and huge wounds will soon appear, causing heavy bleeding in the patient.

The aorta and veins have undergone inflammatory and edema-like changes. They may not take 48 hours to rupture.

As time goes by, the difficulty of the surgery will surely become more and more difficult.

Cleaning up the abscess is a meticulous job.

The lungs need to be sutured, the esophagus needs to be sutured, the abscess needs to be cleaned, and large blood vessels are involved, which has a huge amount of surgery.

Zheng Ren started the operation, but he did not have the attitude of just getting it done once.

After all, cardiothoracic surgery is only at the level of a master, and is still far from the level of a master.

There is a master's skill book, but Zheng Ren is not sure whether it needs to be used. The difficulty of the surgery is to remove abscesses, aortic stents, and improving skills with books is not particularly necessary in Zheng Ren's opinion.

The suction device sucks out the pus, and a large area of ​​infection, wrapping and adhesion can be seen in the entire mediastinum. Some mediastinum have severe pleural infections, and it is estimated that there are lung problems.

After failing 5 surgeries, Zheng Ren had to accept this reality and reluctantly used the master-level skill book.

"Director Lin, you presided over the hospital consultation. In summary, my opinion is my opinion." Professor Zhang said angrily: "If I had surgery, I would not have been there! If I do surgery like this, it would be irresponsible! It is a murder!"
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