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Chapter 1357: I don’t want to go to the operation.

“Professor Zhang is right. The surgery is very difficult.” Zheng Ren made a definite conclusion.

When professor Zhang heard Zheng Ren’s opening remarks, his expression softened. He nodded slightly and smiled at Zheng Ren.

Professor Zhang knew that he had to show his gratitude.

“The patient’s condition is critical, and the risk of the surgery is very high.” Zheng Ren repeated. He then walked to the MRI scanner and pointed at the aorta.”The epicum of the patient’s aorta has been corroded in a large area. Even without surgery, I estimate that the patient will die within 24 to 48 hours from secondary vomiting blood due to aortic rupture.”

The smile on professor Zhang’s face froze.

“The surgery must be done, and it has to be done in an emergency.” Zheng Ren’s attitude changed as if he was flipping through a book. He immediately showed a completely different point of view from professor Zhang.

Lin Ge was sitting in the middle of the office with an expressionless face. When he heard this, he lowered his head and took out a pen to record something.

Professor Zhang’s expression was serious. He looked at Zheng Ren and asked coldly,””Boss Zheng also said that if we don’t perform surgery, the epictis of the aorta will rupture at any time within 24 to 48 hours. It’s already as thin as a piece of paper, don’t tell me it still needs to be destroyed by people?”

“First of all, I think what you said is right, professor Zhang.” Zheng Ren repeated this sentence again. Zhao Yunlong’s heart suddenly filled with joy. Boss Zheng looked simple and honest, but he was also quite bad.

“But it’s precisely because of this that the surgery has to be carried out as soon as possible.” “For the condition of thin blood vessel walls, I suggest that we put down an aortic stent first to support the vascular membrane,” Zheng Ren said. If the epineurium was ruptured, a patch could be used to repair it. This way, we can avoid the risk of dying on the operating table. ”

Professor Zhang’s eyes widened as he stood up abruptly and retorted Zheng Ren’s words.

After all, he was a professor who gave lectures. His theory was rigorous, and his logic was clear. No matter what arguments and arguments he had, they all revolved around the patient’s surgical risk, and there was no deviation.

He did not lose his mind because of anger, nor was he led astray by the words he wanted to refute Zheng Ren with.

All of his focus was on the high risk of the surgery and the need to be cautious.

It seemed that professor Zhang was not only good at lecturing, but also at debating.

Zheng Ren felt that if he didn’t interrupt professor Zhang, he would be able to talk until the middle of the night.

A routine blood test would take three to five hours.

Actually, what he wanted to say was very obvious. It has nothing to do with me if Yingluo doesn’t want the surgery. After the surgery, I’ll definitely be the scapegoat.

This was a very helpless matter, and Zheng Ren could understand professor Zhang’s feelings.

It was just like the choice of the patient’s local hospital. The surgery was too difficult. Anti – inflammatory treatment was first, and if it could be cured, everyone would be happy. If it wasn’t good, he would push it to a high – Class hospital.

No one wanted a patient to die on the operating table. If she was cured, everyone would be well, and they would be happy. If it was too difficult or if he was not confident, he would go to a high – Class hospital.

However, while local hospitals could do this, 912 hospital could not.

Where should we push the patient? Peking Union Medical College Hospital? Outside the mountain? An Zhen?

They were all the top tertiary Grade A hospitals in the country. If they really sent the patients there, would they still have any shame? Did he just admit that it was a lower – Level hospital?

In the future, during the National Academic conference, would he have to address the professors from other hospitals as teachers when he met them?

If that was the case, director Yan would definitely suppress him with an Iron Fist. No matter who the big boss behind him was, he would first get rid of the “black sheep” from 912.

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

As long as he got off work, he could choose whoever he wanted to perform the surgery the next day. After all, it was a strategy that was fine as long as it had nothing to do with him.

Zheng Ren sighed in his heart. He really did not want to go against a cardiothoracic professor.

It wasn’t that he didn’t dare to, but that there was no need to. Seeing professor Zhang’s eloquence and enthusiasm, Zheng Ren went straight to the system space and prepared to do surgery training.

“Hello,” he said. Zheng Ren first greeted the little white fox.

Just as he had expected, there was no response. The lifelike little white fox was lying in front of the thatched house with a lively smile.

It was just a casual greeting, and Zheng Ren did not expect the little white fox to reply. He clicked to purchase surgery training time and entered the operating theater in the system.

An experimental was lying on the operating table. The shadowless lamp was very bright, and the skin of the experimental was a little pale.

After recalling the x – ray, Zheng Ren positioned the experimental body and began his surgical training.

Zheng Ren did not choose to use a combination of thoracoscopy, diaphragm Meridian, and index mirror. Although there were reports of similar cases where three laparoscopes were used together to remove fish bones, it was a waste of time to perform a laparoscopy.

It was more secure to open up the chest.

The diaphragm was full of abscesses, and even a thoracotomy would require a microscope, let alone a laparoscopy.

He found out that it was a hard fish bone that pierced his esophagus and into his diaphragm. It did not Pierce the aorta, but the epineurium.

Although it looked very lucky, because the food residue had also followed in, it had formed an inflamed infection in the diaphragm.

As a result, a large abscess appeared on the outer layer of the aorta, which continued to corrode, and the aorta could rupture at any time.

This ... Zheng Ren sighed in his heart.

It was probably because a bone got stuck in the fish when it was eating, and then it tried to swallow it when it was drinking vinegar or eating steamed buns.

However, the fish bone was quite hard. It pierced through the walls of the esophagus and stabbed into the aorta.

20 years ago, this was a serious illness with almost no cure. Even now, it would be a particularly difficult condition.

It was absolutely impossible for pustules to not be dealt with because bacteria would breed and constantly erode the walls of the blood vessels. Very soon, a huge wound would appear, causing the patient to bleed profusely.

His aorta and the aduterus vein were showing signs of inflammation and edema. It might not even take 48 hours for it to rupture.

As time passed, the difficulty of the surgery would definitely increase.

Cleaning up pustules was a meticulous task.

The lungs needed to be sutured, the esophagus needed to be sutured, the pustule needed to be cleaned, and the large blood vessels were also involved. The surgical workload was huge.

Zheng Ren began the surgery, but he did not have the attitude that he would succeed in one try.

After all, cardiothoracic surgeries were only at the Grandmaster level, and they were still far from the Grandmaster level.

He did have a master alchemist skill book, but Zheng Ren was not sure if he needed it. The difficulty of the surgery was in clearing the abscess and the aortic stent. Zheng Ren did not see any need to improve his skills by reading books.

The aspirator sucked out the pus, and a large area of infection, wrapping, and adhesion could be seen in the entire diaphragm. The infection of the longitudinal pleuras in a part of the body was serious, and it was estimated that there was also a problem with the lungs.

After five failed operations, Zheng Ren could only accept this reality and reluctantly use the Grandmaster – Level skill book.

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“Director Lin, you’re hosting the hospital – wide consultation. In summary, that’s my opinion.” Professor Zhang said angrily,”if it’s a surgery, I won’t go in!” Performing surgery like this was irresponsible! It’s murder!”

Zheng Ren had already anticipated such a situation.