Zhang Yuan is here? Which department will the surgery be performed on? "
Professor Zhao Jingjin from the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery looked at the young doctor in front of him in his office.
"I had the surgery, and I saw that the operating room outside the brain seemed to be very crowded, so I climbed up the window and took a look, and saw that the surgeon was Zhang Yuan.
I asked the nurse in the operating room, and it turned out to be Zhang Yuan. He said he was performing an operation on a patient with an external brain. "
"Oh?" Zhao Jingjin heard this, and then smiled as if he was relieved again.
"Zhang Yuan, can you still perform brain surgery?" the young doctor asked curiously. For Zhang Fan, everyone in the hepatobiliary department, from the director to the resident doctors, are eager to get his approval.
"Didn't you see everything? Go and write the medical records quickly. Don't let the people in the medical record room ask for medical records every day. Go ahead!"
Old Zhao drove away the young doctor and sat there alone in a daze, "Burns, general surgery, liver and gallbladder, and now it's starting to come to the outside of the brain again, Zhang Yuan, you are so surprising!"
After being dazed for a while, Lao Zhao got up and walked towards the operating room.
When Zhang Fan came, he couldn't help but say hello. If he didn't say that he had benefited a lot from the new method of central resection of hepatobiliary tumors, he would go and say hello to Zhang Fan as a disciple of Zhang Fan.
When Lao Zhao knew about it, all the directors of the hepatobiliary and biliary departments also knew about it. Those who had surgery had no choice but those who didn't, no matter how busy they were, they put down what they were doing and headed towards the operating room.
Zhang Fan's power in the liver and gallbladder is too great. If anyone among these liver and gallbladder directors in the northwest wants to be a director of a certain Hepatobiliary Association, the person in front of him is the best recommender.
Although I am registered as an orthopedic surgeon at a young age, if I look at my apprenticeship, my master is the standing manager, my fellow apprentices are almost all first-line directors, and the more powerful boss is my uncle.
Why are they close? It is said that Zhang Fan was ostracized and bullied by Zhongyong when he was in the capital. The two old monsters from his disciples came to support him as soon as possible! What else?
This was all gossip and gossip among several department heads in private.
Not only are the department directors who can enter the operating room interested, but even the equipment vendors are eager to get closer to the central hospital.
"Zhang Fan is here!"
"Zhang Fan is here!"
Just like a sheep trying to get into a pack of wolves, a group of people keep calling for all aspects of the relationship.
In the past, Zhang Fan was just a calf in the eyes of local equipment dealers in the northwest. They believed that no matter how powerful his surgical skills were, he could never be more powerful.
No matter how powerful the Chasu Hospital is, can the number of sick people exceed that of the Central Hospital? Therefore, they were dispensable to Zhang Fan, it would be better to have it, and it would be no pity not to have it.
However, Zhang Fan's trip to the capital not only made him feel like a stranger in the medical circle of the capital, but also gave world-class equipment companies a taste of what it means to be a genius.
Northwest people are generous, and they eat with friends. Even if they are poor, they will have nothing to eat the next day, but they still have to fight to pay the bill that day. In the words of northwest people, it is like kicking the wall with bare feet, just to be vulnerable!
But I don’t know why, but once I become a businessman, I can’t do it anymore, my pride and courage are gone.
Xiaoli is stingy, such as the local equipment dealer. They used to think that although Zhang Fan's skills were pretty good, he was a doctor in a small hospital and a small place, so there was no need to take it seriously.
I usually give some regular company benefits, such as tea, notebooks, and ballpoint pens, thinking of using the smallest profit to fool the little doctor in this small place.
As a result, Zhang Fan didn't care about the equipment bidding at all, let alone paid attention to them, and these people had nothing to think about.
But I went to the Magic City, and it was awesome. Operating room CT, the most advanced color ultrasound, endoscopy, not to mention DR and the like. Real money was thrown at Chasu Hospital, plop, plop, as if these things were free of charge.
All of a sudden, several major hospitals in the capital city called Qiansu sourly: Are the instruments and equipment available? Don't let them go bad!
The local equipment dealers in the northwest were dumbfounded. They had been agents for several times. They had first-hand experience that they valued Zhang Fan so much, but they still didn't take it seriously.
This local businessman regretted it, as if his gold ingot had been stolen.
This time Zhang Yuan came to the bird market. If he didn't go, his head would really be squeezed by the door.
Therefore, a group of people went around looking for connections, "Director Li, are you familiar with Cha Su Zhang Yuan? Why don't you do something for me and treat Zhang Yuan to a casual meal!"
Anyway, it’s the Eight Immortals who cross the sea and show their magical powers. The turbulent Niaoshi Medical Market seems to be like a chicken blood injection.
The big ones wanted to make mistakes, and the small ones looked for opportunities to miss out. In a short time, even the top spots in the club were booked in advance!
In the operating room outside the brain, Zhang Fan removed the mutated brain tissue bit by bit like scooping ice cream.
"vital signs!"
"Yuan Zhang, everything is stable and there are no obvious abnormalities." the anesthesiologist reported gently.
During this operation, the anesthetist admired Zhang Fan so much. So the tone is quite respectful.
The brain, the cranium, is not forced at all to say that it is the headquarters of the human body. During the surgery, let’s not talk about the various functions.
For a simple operation, such as in the brain, if the operation is slightly larger, it will be troublesome.
In general, the brain mainly relies on electrical conduction to issue commands. A large movement involves other brain tissues.
Once the electrical signals are disrupted and the commands are disrupted, the body will show various signs and symptoms. On the operating table, it is a matter for the anesthetist.
For example, if the movement is large, the heartbeat speeds up, the heartbeat slows down, the breathing becomes rapid, and the breathing is suppressed.
Although it is the surgeon's problem, the anesthetist must bear the blame.
Anesthesia for extracerebral surgery is often very troublesome. For example, in this positioning, the dosage of medicine is between anesthesia and semi-anesthesia.
The patient has clear feelings. When the doctor moves her brain, she can clearly feel that someone is pulling on her brain, but there should be no pain.
So, it's very demanding. Moreover, this kind of environment and clear perception will cause the patient to be emotionally nervous. This is why most anesthesia requires the patient to calm down and enter a sleep state first.
The patient who is awake is still a patient who is high on drugs. The anesthetist is ready for rescue before going to the operating table.
As a result, from beginning to end, there was no abnormality in any physical signs, let alone major changes.
What does this mean? It shows that the surgeon in charge of this operation is so powerful and so precise. His technique is so gentle that the patient cannot even feel it, and he is so precise that the knife is in place without seeing any blood.
The anesthesiologist reported to Zhang Fan like a fan. He felt more strongly about this operation than the surgical assistant. He had to throw away goods when comparing goods, and he would die when comparing people to others.
Look at Zhang Yuan, and then look at these people in his hospital. He is determined to beat them to death and perform operations with them. He does not have high blood pressure, and sooner or later he will be scared out of high blood pressure.
For a while, the blood pressure was gone. For a while, the blood pressure was too high, and the head with the window open was like a water gun. It was really thrilling.
"Are you still asking?" Xue Xiaoqiao asked Zhang Fan dryly after hearing Zhang Fan ask for vital signs and seeing that the surgical focus was almost cut.
This interview was really difficult for our old Xue.
He was not on the same level as the other person, and he couldn't even ask questions. From the patient's parents' names to his age and hobbies, he asked almost once, and Xue Xiaoqiao was almost at a loss for words.
I heard that she had studied abroad. When Xue Xiaoqiao spoke English, the other party didn't understand her. I heard that she was studying music and wanted to talk about Beethoven.
As a result, Xue Xiaoqiao almost scolded her for not playing the piano. Asking her about her private life was like entering the underworld with a pornographic accent.
Either today I don't like this, tomorrow I will compete with someone for a partner, or else I will gather a crowd to have a poisonous party. Xue Xiaoqiao didn't dare to ask, for fear of risking his life again!
"Well, that's almost it!"
Zhang Fan slightly raised his head and looked at Xue Xiaoqiao.
Xue Xiaoqiao whispered in a unique capital dialect: I am so tired that I have three grandsons!
"Don't worry, handsome guy, promise to give me a bite! If you lie to me, I will come to your house as soon as possible!" The girl did not speak English, and she spoke the capital dialect more fluently than Xue Xiaoqiao.
"Forehead!"
Zhang Fan almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Really, he was angry and felt pathetic and ridiculous.
"Hurry up, the anesthesia has turned the head!" Xue Xiaoqiao said impatiently to the anesthesiologist. He was completely fed up with this girl now.
The anesthesiologist tried to smile but after hearing what Xue Xiaoqiao said, he held the medicine in his hand, but it was useless. He looked at Zhang Fan.
"Then use medicine to sedate her and put her to sleep!" Zhang Fan nodded.
Anesthesiologist: "Okay!"
Then the respirator mask is pressed on the patient's face, and then the drug is administered through the inlet. Regular patients usually roll their eyes and fall asleep.
As for this girl, none of them worked. Conventional sedatives had no reaction at all. Although a breathing oxygen mask was fastened on his face like a protective mask, his eyes were fixed on Xue Xiaoqiao.
Xue Xiaoqiao was furious, "Zhang Yuan, you have to make the decision for me!"
"You're such a strong old man, are you still afraid of her?" Zhang Fan didn't say anything, but Lao Li spoke first.
"Afraid, why aren't you afraid? She has been discharged from the hospital. If she really finds her on my door, I don't care. But what will happen to my partner? We are so ruthless and innocent here. What should I do if my partner is frightened?"
Xue Xiaoqiao was really scared.
Not to mention that ordinary people are afraid, even ordinary gangsters have to stay away from those who are addicted to (a) drugs.
"Don't worry, it won't happen. When she wakes up, she probably won't have much memory of the time in the operating room."
The anesthesiologist interrupted, and then said, "The amount given is huge!"
"Hey!" Old Li shook his head. To be honest, it's not easy for this kind old man to maintain such a tender heart after working in surgery for decades.
"Director Chen, you should suggest her compulsory detoxification treatment. I guess your department should have a lot of experience in this area."
Zhang Fan raised his head and said to his second assistant, Director Chen from the Second Department of Neurosurgery of the Central Hospital.
When the director first went to the operating table, he thought that he was a director after all, and the other party would give him some face.
As a result, Zhang Fan looked like a different person after the surgery, which hurt the director's heart.
At this time, he kept his head silent and did not interrupt when others were talking. He was like an aggrieved elementary school student, playing with his fingers in the corner.
In front of a group of colleagues in the operating room, he was ignored, bragged, and pretended to be cool. If he continued to push forward, it would be a bit too...
Therefore, he made up his mind that I won’t play with you!
As a result, the operation was about to end, Zhang Fan began to relax, and his tone became quite polite.
This politeness made the director loosen his mind a little. "Perhaps people who undergo surgery have a special hobby of quarreling with others? Let's see!"
"It's okay. I've encountered such patients several times. We have an agreement with the drug rehabilitation center." The director said with a hint of arrogance.
"I would say, you have experience, the hospital is large, and other units of the other party are confident.
Director Chen worked harder after the operation and sent the patient to compulsory detoxification as soon as possible. "
"It should, it should."
Zhang Fan's words were polite and flattering to Lao Chen. People, that's the truth. Everyone likes to hear good things.
When a person you value very much says a few nice words, being obedient is as sweet as eating honey.
When Zhang Fan said this, the defense line built up in Lao Chen's heart completely collapsed.
"Zhang Yuan, don't worry, I'll make arrangements right after the operation. It won't delay things at all."
"Okay! Director Chen's words are quite convincing. Close your head!"
Craniotomy is like opening the lid of luncheon meat to eat luncheon meat, so if we use some descriptive language to describe the craniotomy, it is actually waterproofing.
Because the mutated tissue has been removed, the brain is not like other organs and tissues.
For example, if you remove a tumor from the stomach, you can pull it around and sew the hole dug out with other stomach tissues.
But the brain is not good. No matter if you dig a hole the size of an egg or a nest the size of a quail egg in the brain, you cannot pull other brain tissue to lick the hole.
If he is pulled over by force, he will not be easy to mess with. In mild cases, he will suffer from epilepsy, confused thinking, and confusion after the operation.
To be more serious, I can kill the patient right on the spot. Therefore, this thing is not easy to mess with.
What should I do if I dig a hole? The brain can only be allowed to grow on its own, like granulation, filled with fat bit by bit.
After other tissues are regenerated, they can still maintain some functions, but the brain cannot. The regenerated tissues made by oneself are completely fat.
Without any functionality, it's just silly. I guess it's just because I'm afraid that if I get dug out again, all I'll get are fat bumps.
If it cannot be filled, then when repairing it, you must prevent it from leaking, because once blood enters this tunnel, it will be a source of infection, just like running water does not rot the door hinges and does not cause beetles.
So, when dealing with this, it is really like a decoration worker doing anti-seepage. He first stops the bleeding of the surrounding capillaries and must check them clearly.
Cerebral hemorrhage is no joke. For example, if a girlfriend’s finger has some blood, some men will just put it in their mouth, shake it, take it out and see, it’s done!
But the brain is not good. If this thing bleeds, the brain can scare itself to death.
For example, after bleeding a few milliliters of blood, older patients with brain atrophy can still resist a little. The younger the patient, the more obvious the symptoms.
If it exceeds a certain amount, it will directly lead to cerebral herniation, which can kill people.
After the bleeding is stopped, use gelatin to lay tiles around the pit, and stick it to the brain tissue bit by bit.
"Director Chen, after the operation, you must tell the doctor in charge of the bed about changes in blood pressure. Don't be careless."
Although I was confident in my own skills, I still made a few remarks.
"Okay, don't worry, just go to the special care department."
As the head closed, the directors of the observation room became speechless one by one.
What can I say, they are not on the same level as us!
Lao Chen watched Zhang Fan finishing the operation and hesitated for a moment, but he still said it: "Yuan Zhang, we still have a patient, why don't you stand up for me today? I'm afraid you'll be tired, otherwise... …”
When he said this, Lao Chen didn't dare to look at Zhang Fan. He was deeply afraid of being rejected and then he would not be able to get off the stage. All the ladders were built for him!
"Okay, no problem! I'm not tired at all!" Zhang Fan agreed without thinking.
Old Chen couldn't react, "Shouldn't I ponder for a moment? Shouldn't I ask my assistant about the upcoming itinerary?"
In fact, Zhang Fan's attention and attitude were different after surgery and after surgery.
After the operation, Zhang Fan looked like a sunflower, very bright and sunny, and his smile was very reassuring!
