Because they all know that there is a deadly flesh-eating bacteria on the skin surface of seafood.
This kind of flesh-eating bacteria will not have any effect on the surface of the human body, but once it enters the human body through a wound, it will be a very terrible thing. It will eat away at the wound crazily, and then enter the human body through the blood vessels, eventually leading to multiple organ failure and death.
And there are so many cases of this kind that every year many people die because of being stabbed while cleaning seafood.
There are even some seafood market tips: Wear gloves when cleaning seafood, which can save lives at critical moments!
At this time, Zheng Hairong's face looked extremely ugly.
In order to show his ability in front of these young doctors, he didn't ask the patient how he was injured just now. He just thought that it was an infection of ordinary wounds.
If he lets the patient leave today, I'm afraid he will really get into trouble!
Chen Fan took out a cotton swab and touched the black spots on the young man's fingers a few times: "Are you still conscious?"
"No." The young man shook his head.
"The tissue cells have been completely necrotic. Now unless your finger is amputated, the consequences will be disastrous." Chen Fan said.
The young man looked a little panicked: "Dr. Zheng, didn't you just say that I was fine? Why, why did he want me to amputate my leg? I, I didn't let him see it, and I asked Dr. Zheng to see it for me."
After all, this is an amputation, no joke. The finger will be gone if cut off, unlike the gecko's tail, which can grow back after being cut off.
Hearing the patient's question, Zheng Hairong's face turned red and he was extremely embarrassed.
"Doctor Zheng, I'm afraid you have to explain it to the patient." Chen Fan glanced at Zheng Hairong and ordered.
Zheng Hairong had no choice but to blush and explain: "There is a deadly flesh-eating bacteria in seafood. Once infected, it will devour human body fat and cells. In your case, the only way is amputation. If not,
If so, you will die of organ failure within three days at most!"
The young man's eyes suddenly widened, "What?! But, that's not what you just said!"
"You, and I still want you, don't you all say that he is some kind of surgical authority? As long as he says it's okay, I'll be okay?"
Several young doctors also lowered their heads in shame, not daring to meet the young man's eyes.
Zheng Hairong felt that his face was burning and painful, as if someone had hit him hard in the face.
Chen Fan pointed at the young man's finger: "If you had come a day earlier, your finger could have been saved. But now, it is full of flesh-eating bacteria, and there is no room for recovery. You can consider it, but for you
Time is running out, if you delay it any longer, your entire hand will be amputated."
This kind of disease can only be solved by excision, even for Chen Fan.
After all, the opponent's fingers had been completely devoured by flesh-eating bacteria, and there was no way he could recover. All he could do was to minimize the youth's losses.
The young man cried, he regretted it very much now.
He just bought a box of shrimps online, and the total cost was only fifty yuan. But he didn't expect that just this fifty yuan would cause one of his fingers to be amputated.
"Doctor, I'll cut it." After wiping away his tears, the young man had no choice but to agree.
"Wait a minute!" Just when Chen Fan was about to take the patient to the operating room for surgery, Zheng Hairong stopped in front of Chen Fan and Chen Fan with a sullen face.
"Dr. Zheng, is there anything else?" Chen Fan asked.
Zheng Hairong did not go to see Chen Fan, but looked at Luo Yongtang who was standing aside: "Dean Luo, he is my patient, Zheng Hairong. You don't have to trouble Director Chen to perform surgery on him. Is it possible that Director Luo still doesn't trust me?"
Zheng Hairong’s surgical skills?”
He, Zheng Hairong, has already lost face in front of everyone today.
If he doesn't make good use of this opportunity for surgery, I'm afraid he will really have no shame in staying and working in a mental hospital in the future.
Luo Yongtang frowned slightly and looked at Chen Fan aside.
Chen Fan nodded indifferently. He only needed to make the other party pay attention to the patient's symptoms. Chen Fan still believed in the surgical skills of an authoritative surgical expert.
Luo Yongtang said: "Since Dr. Zheng says this is his patient, let Dr. Zheng perform the surgery."
Zheng Hairong showed a hint of pride on his face.
"but."
"Dr. Zheng, is there anything else?" Luo Yongtang asked with a somewhat unhappy look on his face.
Zheng Hairong glanced at Chen Fan: "Dean Luo, there is nothing else to do. This is also my first time to perform surgery in a mental hospital. I would like to invite all the surgeons in the hospital to come and exchange and learn."
Then he looked at Chen Fan: "I heard that Director Chen's medical skills are very good. I also want Director Chen to give me some advice. I wonder if Director Chen has time?"
When everyone heard this, they all looked at each other. Why couldn't they tell that Zheng Hairong was obviously targeting Chen Fan and wanted to show off his skills in front of Chen Fan.
"Okay, I just have nothing to do in the morning, so I'll give you some advice." Chen Fan said unceremoniously.
Chen Fan's words made those young doctors take a breath of cold air and look at Chen Fan in surprise.
I felt that Chen Fan's tone of voice was a bit too loud and he was not modest at all.
Although Zheng Hairong had misdiagnosed before and made some mistakes, no matter what Zheng Hairong said, he was also an authoritative figure in Jiangcheng Surgery, and there must be no problem with the standard of surgery.
Chen Fan actually wants to give Zheng Hairong some advice. This is simply a joke.
Zheng Hairong snorted coldly and left the consulting room.
Luo Yongtang was speechless and could only follow everyone else and put on sterile clothes and walked into the operating room.
After all, he was also worried about what would happen to Chen Fan and Zheng Hairong before they started to quarrel.
operating room.
All surgical instruments are ready.
Zheng Hairong walked into the operating room wearing surgical clothes, and the patient had already undergone brachial plexus block anesthesia. The patient's right arm had lost feeling.
When he came to the patient, the shadowless lamp was pointed at the patient's right index finger, and the operation finally began.
"Dr. Zheng is indeed an authoritative expert in Jiangcheng. Have you seen how skilled Dr. Zheng's surgical techniques are? I don't think I will be able to reach Dr. Zheng's level in twenty years."
"I dare say that Dr. Zheng can complete this operation in twenty minutes at most."
"Dr. Zheng's surgery can be described as perfect. That boy is so lucky that Dr. Zheng can perform the surgery himself."
Seeing Zheng Hairong's quick and accurate resection method, many young doctors were amazed.
"Just now, someone threatened to give Dr. Zheng some advice."
"Can you give me some advice about Dr. Zheng? Such a perfect surgery, what can you give me? I think he is just bragging."
"Keep your voices down, that's our director. If he hears it, you'll all be dead."
"Shut up, everyone, let's just wait and see what that kid can pick out later."
Everyone then stopped talking and looked at Chen Fan who was not far away jokingly.