Back in 2002 as a doctor

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"Excuse me, is this Professor Zhou?" The voice on the other side was very polite, but vaguely stern and anxious.

"I am, you are in the department, right? Does the boss want me to have an operation?" Zhou Congwen asked.

The person opposite was stunned, "Professor Zhou, the plane is still two hours away."

"Oh, I still have two operations here, and it will take an hour and a half." Zhou Congwen said, "Don't worry."

The person opposite didn't expect that Zhou Congwen knew that he would go to Mr. Huang to complete the operation together, and he was going to have the operation in the Second Hospital of Medical University, he was slightly taken aback.

Doesn't he know which is more important?At this time, shouldn't he put down all the work at hand and rush directly to the airport?

Countless questions popped up, so many that they almost floated along the telephone lines in the operating room.

"Professor Zhou, you know that this operation will be flown to London, right? It is a flight route specially applied for by the Ministry, and the plane is also..."

"I know the situation is urgent, but the patient's surgery still needs to be done." Zhou Congwen said, "It doesn't matter, just come and pick me up when you figure out the time."

"If there's a traffic jam..."

"Huh? The Ministry even prepared a special plane, and there is no police car to open the way?" Zhou Congwen asked suspiciously, "Is this your first time doing this? No way."

"..."

The other side of the phone fell silent.

"I'm doing surgery here. When the bus arrives, I'll get off the stage and go with you." Zhou Congwen said without doubt.

Shen Lang was dumbfounded when he heard that, and after he hung up the phone, he asked, "Congwen, why do I feel that you are so proficient."

"No, isn't that how it's played on TV?" Zhou Congwen smiled, turned around and stepped off the stage, handed over the washing and suturing with warm salt water to Xiao Kai, and went to the next operating room to cooperate with Chen Houkun in another operation.

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The operating room at Wellington Hospital was already busy.

Dr. Miyamoto's operation failed, causing irreversible damage to the patient.However, there was an emergency plan before the operation, and after a brief consultation and discussion, an angiography was performed.

Angiography showed that the location of the coronary artery tear was gradually expanding, slowly but firmly, independent of human will.

The dissection at this position is the most troublesome. Generally, the circulation is involved in the operation and it is done, which refers to this situation.

What is more serious is myocardial rupture. Fortunately, the patient did not have a similar situation. Otherwise, Dr. Miyamoto may have committed suicide by caesarean section, thanks to Yinglun...

But just the dissection of the coronary artery has already given everyone a splitting headache.

The set plan required emergency surgery, and Wellington Hospital was going to seek Huang Lao's opinion.

After all, he was the only doctor who said before the operation that the excimer laser technology might fail.

In anticipation, Huang Lao's suggestion was very clear-surgery, even if it took great risks, there was only one way to do it.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Huang actually suggested that surgery is not possible, but an artificial dissection should be made, and the dissection should be enlarged by operation, and a stent should be placed in the dissection.

This unbelievable idea stunned the doctors and experts at Wellington Hospital, as well as the experts present from all over the world.

Artificial interlayer?

Still think things are not big enough?

If the current situation is already very bad, but now at least the Queen has a chance.

But once the artificial dissection is ruptured...then it is a guide wire walking inside the two layers of the blood vessel. Once the coronary artery ruptures, emergency surgery should have only one consequence—death.

It is estimated that the time of national mourning can be calculated.

Not surprisingly, Huang Lao's suggestion was rejected again.

Wellington Hospital prepares the strongest medical team to try surgery again.

Of course, during anesthesia this time, world-class immunologists conducted shock treatment, and many drugs that were suspected to be problematic were also changed.

The result is still regrettable.

Just after the general anesthesia started, the severe allergic reaction almost took the patient's life.

After tossing for nearly 2 hours, the operation was not performed, and the rupture of the coronary artery dissection spread further due to defibrillation and other operations, which had reached the point where there was no other way.

Faced with such a situation, everyone fell silent.

Finally, after another round of consultations, it was decided to follow Mr. Huang's advice to establish an artificial dissection and place a stent for treatment.

This road only exists in the imagination, and many doctors have had accidents in their operations, leading to coronary artery dissection.

But no one has ever done such a thing as artificially making a sandwich, or even heard of it.

Moreover, the identity of the patient in this operation is special, and if it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

Deng Ming became nervous when he thought of the consequences.

It is now in the UK, not in the Shuaifu, and there is no "collective decision-making" by the health care team, which means that the boss has to bear all the responsibilities if something goes wrong.

Thinking of the serious consequences, Deng Ming's legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Chapter 0858 Su Hui

Deng Ming anxiously followed his boss, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one there, he asked worriedly before the boss was going to rest, "Boss, is the operation sure?"

"Not much." Huang Lao said indifferently, as if he was going to have an emergency operation at 912, without any change because of the identity of the patient.

"..." Deng Ming rarely heard such an answer from the boss.

Artificial arterial dissection is extremely dangerous in itself, but after all, it is the treatment suggestion put forward by the boss, so Deng Ming still has a glimmer of hope.

At this time, Deng Ming was completely desperate when he heard the boss himself say that there was little hope.

He didn't hesitate, no longer be meek, but said directly, "Boss, if we don't have much hope, let's not reach out."

"What about after that?" Elder Huang turned his head and looked at Deng Ming. "The coronary artery dissection is getting bigger and bigger. There is no good way to do it under general anesthesia. Just watch the patient die?"

"She's not a patient, she's... the supreme one here." Deng Ming insisted hard on his boss, saying bluntly, "If you don't do it, it has nothing to do with us; if you do it, if you fail, many people will be embarrassed."

"No matter what her status is, she is always a patient. This is the source." Elder Huang leaned back on the chair, slowly closed his eyes, and tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair with his deformed right hand.

The sound of dong dong dong was quite familiar, but at this moment, it made Deng Ming a little annoyed.

He knew that his boss was right, but that's what he said, is this the real situation?

After all, people are social creatures, how could it be possible to treat her as a sick old man without considering the status of the patient.

The age and qualifications of the boss do have... and you can't think so.

However, that is Mishima's supreme existence!

Without surgery, the patient's treatment is done by Dr. Miyamoto of Shun Tendo Hospital, and has nothing to do with his boss or himself.

But once he takes over, Deng Ming can imagine what Dr. Miyamoto of Shuntian Hospital will look like.

Throwing the pot away, similar situations are not uncommon in clinical practice.

My boss is in 912, and he doesn't care about these things by virtue of his status, status, technology and prestige.

But this is London, this is Wellington Hospital, and the patients...

"Boss, let's not do it." Deng Ming begged.

"As a doctor, how can you watch patients die when you have the means." Huang Lao sighed, "I've made it very clear, let them think about it."

"..."

"Deng Ming."

"exist."

"You are a little bit worse than Zhou Congwen, do you know where the difference is?" Mr. Huang said leisurely, without any nervousness.It seems that he doesn't care about the urgent matter in front of him, what he is facing is just an ordinary emergency first aid, and he does his best with a clear conscience.

Deng Ming couldn't laugh or cry.

"I know what you think, Zhou Congwen is very strange, really weird." Huang Laodao, "I saw him for the first time, and I felt a little familiar. It wasn't the smell of Bai Lingzhi, nor was it the way he walked. That kind of familiarity... It's like we've known each other for years."

"Boss, now is not the time to talk about this." Deng Ming's nervous body was a little stiff, and his hands were clasped, as if the thermos cup was in his palm.

His legs were shaking more and more, Huang Lao glanced at him and smiled.

"Let's talk, and you don't need surgery, why are you more nervous than me?"

Can you not be nervous? Deng Ming looked at his boss helplessly, not knowing what to say.

"What do you think of Zhou Congwen?"

"At first I thought he was a young man with high talent. Just like Shen Tianci, no matter what kind of surgery he could do, he could understand it after just one reading, and he could reach a very high level when he started. And his proficiency in surgery has improved rapidly." Deng Ming Said ten thousand five hundred and ten.

"Boss, do you still remember the first time you went to the Third Hospital of Jianghai City?"

"At that time, Zhou Congwen's surgery was indeed good, but it was slightly worse than mine. You know, it seems that the standard is not high, but at a certain level, it is extremely difficult to go up half a step. .”

"Well, Zhou Congwen's progress is very fast. I don't think it has anything to do with daily training." Huang Lao said, "Surgical training is useful for grassroots doctors, graduate students, and doctoral students. But for you, you can only maintain the state of surgery. I think, yes The same goes for Zhou Congwen."

"Every time I see him after that, Zhou Congwen's surgery level will improve a lot." Deng Ming sighed, "I don't understand why he seems to have no bottleneck. But Zhou Congwen respects you, and I have talked with him intentionally or not. , Zhou Congwen told me that he was not interested in the position of director of 912, and he said it very frankly, which made me feel at ease."

"Zhou Congwen said so directly?" Huang Lao asked.

"No, what he said was very cryptic. That's how I understand it." Deng Mingdao, "It's understandable that the technical level has improved, but you can see that the medical team led by Zhou Congwen is very upright, and the way of doing things is exactly the same as 912."

"There is a kind of ability called Su Hui." Huang Lao said, "You should know it. You know the truth of the world when you are born. In your 20s, it is time to make achievements. After 30 years old, what you have to do is to maintain the current level."

"Boss, I didn't expect this kind of situation." Deng Ming said honestly.

"Einstein, that's the kind. True geniuses are basically like this. It's really fascinating." Huang Lao said.

Deng Ming knew that several major theories of Einstein were created between the ages of 20 and 30. Later, he wanted to establish a unified model, but he did not make any progress until he passed away.

This is one of the most intelligent people in human history.

And the boss actually raised Zhou Congwen to such a height!Even adding an attributive term - the Einstein in the medical field, Deng Ming thinks it is too much.

"I told you to think carefully about interventional surgery, you see..."

"Boss, my talent is only so much, it's not that I don't think about it, it's that I really can't do it." Deng Ming said.

"Wait, wait for Zhou Congwen, wait for Wellington and 10 Downing Street to reach a consensus."

"What if the operation fails?"

"I have no choice but to do ultra-low temperature extracorporeal circulation at the fastest speed. Or you can try acupuncture anesthesia..."

Mr. Huang's voice became smaller and smaller, and Deng Ming knew what his boss meant—to do acupuncture anesthesia first, and then open the chest to establish extracorporeal circulation.

In this way, it is okay to do an appendectomy, but the surgery in front of me is too big.

Alas, it would be great if Dr. Miyamoto didn't do it. Deng Ming suddenly thought of Dr. Miyamoto.

In the preoperative medical record seminar, Dr. Miyamoto was always worried about Deng Ming's appearance of pricking his boss like a teddy.

Maybe you can laugh it off if you prick your hair, but if you dare to prick your boss, the dog's paw will break his bone!

It's a pity that he can't do the operation by himself, and wait for Zhou Congwen to persuade him to go.

Thinking of this, Deng Ming's legs suddenly stopped shaking.

Chapter 0859 surgery can not be successful!

With a pale face, Dr. Miyamoto was holding a bottle of energy drink and sipping it one after another.

Things were completely different from what he had imagined. Huge changes occurred in the body functions in a hurry, and the crackling sound of ATP high-energy phosphate bonds breaking could even be clearly transmitted to the ears, which annoyed Dr. Miyamoto.

Because of the huge energy consumption, Dr. Miyamoto had faint signs of hypoglycemia, so he could only replenish sugar quickly to avoid collapse.

The matter is very serious, very serious, and Dr. Miyamoto spent most of his energy on figuring out how to explain it, and the energy consumption was even greater than that during the operation.

"Doctor." Dr. Miyamoto's assistant was also trembling with fright. Although his standing posture was still straight, it could be seen that his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Dr. Miyamoto glanced at his assistant in disgust, as if the operation mistakes were all caused by the assistant.

"Wellington Hospital and No. 10 Downing Street have initially reached an agreement and are going to do what Dr. Huang said."

"They're crazy!" Dr. Miyamoto held the functional drink, and the plastic bottle made a creaking sound, "The interlayer is artificially made, don't they know what it means!"

Dr. Miyamoto's assistant was silent, looking at the ground, without saying a word.

"A group of lunatics! Useless pharmacy team! The European pharmacy team has always boasted that it is the strongest in the world, but when they are needed, they don't even know what drug allergies are, a bunch of waste! Stupid pigs!!"

Facing the irritable Dr. Miyamoto, his assistant bowed his head, his legs trembled, and said nothing.