It was getting late, so Zhao Yuan followed Ling Zhen by car and left the hospital and headed to the hotel.
When the story of the ward rounds came out, the Department of Thoracic and Cardiac Surgery at Shu Hospital was the first to start boiling.
"Today I finally saw how powerful the master is."
"Physical examination can detect brain metastasis. I have only heard of similar things before, but this time I saw it with my own eyes."
"No wonder he had a bad attitude when meeting patients and always maintained a calm mood. I guess he noticed the clues then."
"This patient is really lucky to have met Zhao Shen. Otherwise, the surgery would have been incomplete, which would have resulted in a loss of life and money."
The man walked into the ward.
My father was not sleeping deeply. His eyes widened and he said displeasedly, "Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you not to worry about me?"
The man walked over and suddenly held his father's hand, his eyes red, "Dad, I'm sorry."
The father paused for a few seconds, "Why are you like this? Could it be that my illness cannot be cured? Doesn't that give you your wish? Are you expecting me to die?"
The man could no longer control his emotions, and tears flowed out.
Seeing his son's sudden behavior, the father's tone suddenly softened, "It's okay, kid. Sooner or later, people have to die. I have no regrets at all. I have suffered a lot in my life, but I have also achieved good results. I am very content. .”
The man wiped away his tears and said, "Dad, don't worry. I talked to Director Zhao and he said he is confident that he can cure you. I just have a lot of feelings at the moment. I have often been rude to you recently."
The father smiled bitterly, "It has nothing to do with you. I don't know why. I can't control my temper recently. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of death?"
The man shook his head, "No, you are just sick. After the operation is over and your body recovers, your temper will gradually improve."
The father sighed, "I hope so."
The man chatted with his father for a while and then left the ward.
He had always disliked his father's eccentric personality. He was very cold at one moment and very irritable at the other. The two even had a quarrel, but in the end he won.
Recalling his father's aggrieved and weak look, the man now wanted to slap himself.
It's not that his father really wants to lose his temper with him and become unreasonable, it's just that he's sick and he doesn't want to be like that!
As for his eventual victory, it was a complete disgrace.
My father is old.
The father who once protected him from wind and rain now needs his care, tolerance and understanding.
The man gathered himself and walked firmly towards the nurse's desk.
He asked the nurse for a folding bed.
When the father saw the man coming back, he did not drive him away.
On the last night before the operation, my son was with me, which made me feel more at ease.
Zhao Yuan returned to the hotel to discuss the surgical ideas with Wu Hai.
Wu Hai added some of his own opinions to Zhao Yuan's ideas, making Zhao Yuan feel enlightened.
In the past, Zhao Yuan fought alone, but now Zhao Yuan can find help from around him.
This kind of help is not necessarily visible, but more spiritual and ideological.
When Zhao Yuan hung up the phone, Wu Hai touched his chin with a complicated look on his face.
"Single surgeon, multidisciplinary combined surgery! Tsk tsk."
Surgery like this involving neurosurgery and thoracic and cardiac surgery generally requires the cooperation of two teams, which not only saves time and avoids the pain of multiple surgeries for patients, but also reduces surgical risks and reduces the financial burden on patients.
But it usually requires the cooperation of teams from two departments.
However, as the chief director of dual departments, Zhao Yuan can now complete the operation independently, reducing the risk of surgery again.
First, the surgery fee only needs to be paid to one surgical team.
Secondly, multidisciplinary joint surgery, although different teams perform surgeries that they are good at, is not done by one person after all, and requires tacit cooperation. No matter how familiar two people are, no one can do it right from scratch and understand the patient's progress better.
There is only a door separating the outside and the operating room. Zhao Yuan
It gives people a completely different feeling.
Outside the operating room, Zhao Yuan has a particularly strong affinity.
But in the operating room, he immediately became a serious superior.
Zhao Yuan put on a green scrubbing uniform and let his hands be fully soaked in iodine. Standing there without speaking can make people feel a sense of pressure.
Liang Hongbin was standing next to the equipment and telling the team members what preparations to make. The moment he saw Zhao Yuan, he immediately dropped what he was doing and walked to Zhao Yuan. Seeing that the operation was about to begin, he even took the operation from others. Put the suit on Zhao Yuan.
The viewing area was full of people.
A little old man puts on surgical clothes for a young man. The visual conflict is too strong.
"Let me go, what happened to Old Man Liang today? I used to be very confident. I feel the best in the world."
"What happened to Zhao Shen's piercing surgery? I wish you had this chance. Can't you go up and lick it?"
"I'm so beautiful. If I lick you, are you taking advantage? Will you have nightmares if you are licked by an old man?"
"Stop talking nonsense. In fact, it's understandable that Old Man Liang puts on a surgical gown for Director Zhao. Director Zhao is Old Man Liang's junior uncle. In terms of seniority, what's wrong with his nephew putting on a surgical gown for his uncle?"
Zhao Yuan himself didn't expect that Old Man Liang would wear surgical clothes for him.
When he turned around, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he started to operate.
From the moment he stepped into the operating room, Zhao Yuan had a particularly strong feeling. A time bomb appeared in his mind and the countdown began.
He must defuse the bomb within the safety period.
Ling Zhen stood in the observation area and watched Zhao Yuan start the operation.
In fact, he wanted to perform this operation with Zhao Yuan at close range, but due to his status as the dean, he could only let his disciples do it.
The team arranged by Shuren Medical this time is very professional, and you can tell a lot from the details.
Zhao Yuan took a brief look at the instrument nurse and placed the instrument in his palm, and pressed it gently according to the regulations.
Just at this moment, you can know the other party's position in an instant.
"Dean Ling actually gave away his royal nurse, the nurse."
"If there is not enough skill, it will be very difficult for the surgeon to control these senior team members."
It's like a general coming to a brand new team.
If you want to make these people work hard, you must prove your ability.
Although Zhao Yuan has very low requirements for assistants and nurses, facing these high-level teams, he must be stricter with himself.
Otherwise, it is easy for the team to distrust the surgeon.
That would make the operation out of control.
After taking the knife, Zhao Yuan started to use it.
Cut the cortex with the tip of the knife.
"You didn't even draw the curve of the knife?"
"A master doesn't need this."
"I think it's too much."
When Zhao Yuan performs neurosurgery, he sometimes needs to consider the approach.
But chest and heart surgery was too certain for him, so there was no need for the gentian violet marking.
For ultra-minimally invasive surgery, all links that can be saved must be deleted.
This includes mark positioning, which is a time-consuming operation for the sake of stability.
Doing extra movements will only affect the rhythm.
Ling Zhen was concentrating on observing the operation. Yuan Qiu came to Ling Zhen's side and whispered something.
Ling Zhen frowned, "Why is he here?"
