The Surgeon’s Studio

In less than two hours, Zhou Chunyong had gained a lot.

It was like a one-to-many tutoring class versus a one-to-one tutoring class. The degree of detail was definitely different. Moreover, Zhou Chunyong was an elite in the industry. He had already started to come into contact with the subject when China had intervened.

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He had been thinking and summarizing many questions related to TIPS surgery over the years. However, there was no result because of his skill level and personal talent.

The opportunity that he lacked was obtained from Zheng Ren.

The last shortcoming was filled.

Zhou Chunyong looked through the thick radiographic films one by one. He felt that he had been reborn.

“Boss Zheng, although you are young, your skill level is really high.” Zhou Chunyong smiled.

“You flatter me.” Zheng Ren said, “Looking at the current situation, the patient should be fine. Prepare for the day after tomorrow… Chang Yue, we are fine the day after tomorrow, right?”

“I’m fine,” Chang Yue answered without raising her head while recording the results of the patient’s post-operation tests.

“Okay, let’s make an appointment for the day after tomorrow,” Zheng Ren said.

“Where do you live? I’ll pick you up the day after tomorrow.” Zhou Chunyong seemed to be so humble that he could even mention that he was going to pick up Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren shook his head and said, “I’ll do ward rounds first. I’ll go alone. It’s not far from here, so it won’t be troublesome.”

Before he left, Zheng Ren received a call from Su Yun.

“Boss, come up and take a look at the surgery.”

“Is there a problem?” Zheng Ren was puzzled. The patient’s condition was clear, and the diagnosis was relatively clear. He was very sure about it, so how could there be a problem?

“The mediastinal repair is basically done. The exploration found that there’s something wrong with the pericardium,” Su Yun said.

“Okay, I’ll go take a look.” Zheng Ren was relieved when he heard him say that. Su Yun did not ask him to solve the problem. Instead, he saw a strange case and asked him to take a look at something new.

“Boss Zheng, you are busy. See you the day after tomorrow.” Zhou Chunyong also knew that he did not bring up the topic of eating together. He smiled and left.

Zheng Ren left the department of Interventional Therapy and went to the operating theater to see the problem of the pericardium. As he walked, he sent Xie Yiren a WeChat message to report the situation on his side.

It was necessary to ask the leader for instructions and make a long report.

He received a phone call from Mu Tao halfway. The pre-operation examination for the patient on his side had basically been completed, and he asked when Zheng Ren would be able to come.

He thought about it and realized that there was still a second-stage operation to be performed on his side. Although it did not matter if the second-stage operation was delayed by one or two days, it was better to hurry up. There were other people, such as Liu Xuzhi, who were also accepting related patients in Inner Mongolia and were waiting to teach the surgery.

Zheng Ren was very glad. When he left Sea City, he taught Gao Shaojie TIPS surgery. With one more person to perform surgery, he was closer to the huge number that Dr. Mehar had mentioned.

He stepped on the accelerator, and the entire project team gradually accelerated. Zheng Ren knew that it was unlikely that he would be free recently.

After changing his clothes and calculating the time in his mind, Zheng Ren went from the sixth floor to the operating theater on the fifth floor.

Before he reached the fifth floor, Zheng Ren heard a loud noise coming from the door of the operating theater.

The operating theater usually gave people a quiet and strict feeling. They would never interact with the family members of the patients there. All the communication was completed in the ward.

When he heard this noise, Zheng Ren’s heart started to beat faster. He took two deep breaths and quickly went to the fifth floor. He saw a bunch of family members of the patients blocking the door of the operating theater. An old lady was sitting in the crack of the half-open door, crying.

“What kind of hospital is this? You only know how to ask for money. Don’t you even have a doctor who knows how to deliver a baby?” The old lady blocked the door. The nurses in the operating theater did not dare to forcefully close the door, afraid that if they bumped into her, they would be in trouble.

Even if they did not touch her, they were also worried that the old lady would have a heart attack or a cerebral infarction. They could not explain it clearly.

When Zheng Ren heard that it was about giving birth, he began to feel nervous and anxious.

Generally speaking, there were no major incidents in the Obstetrics Department. For example, in Sea City, it was already very serious if there was a massive hemorrhage after surgery or if it was caused by a scar pregnancy. Either that, or the child’s umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, and they needed an emergency cesarean section.

If the family was so noisy, could it be that they opened the uterus and saw that the child was already dead?

He observed carefully and saw that the obstetrician was constantly explaining to the patient’s family members. A nurse from the operating theater stood at the door, feeling at a loss and trying to persuade the patient.

However, the obstetrician’s explanation was not very effective. The family members continued to make a scene.

A few anesthetists were rushing over, and Zheng Ren followed them to check on the situation. There was only one nurse blocking the door. The patient’s family members looked like they would enter the operating theater.

If that was the case, the sterile environment of the patient would be destroyed, and there would be complications such as infection after the surgery. It would be f*cking troublesome.

Amidst the noise, Zheng Ren could barely hear what was happening.

When the pregnant woman was about to give birth, the family found a fortune-teller to predict the auspicious day and time. There were still seven to eight hours until that time. However, the obstetrician determined that the fetus’s heart sound was not good. He was afraid that it was in danger and wanted to perform an emergency C-section.

The family strongly requested that they delay the delivery for half a day, and the doctor wanted to deliver the baby immediately. This caused a conflict. Because the doctor refused to give in, the patient’s family members started to make a scene.

There were onlookers outside the operating theater who were watching the show. Although it was already very late, there were still seventeen or eighteen surgeries open in the operating theaters of the 912.

Zheng Ren did not know whether to laugh or cry.

It was common to see such things in Sea City, but it was really rare to see this.

“Aunty, everyone’s constitution is different, and their conditions are also different. It’s not like we can deliver whenever we want,” an anesthetist explained.

The stretcher trolley pushing the pregnant woman was right at the entrance of the operating theater, but the family members and the doctor had such a dispute.

“What bullsh*t hospital!” the old lady sat on the ground and pointed at the doctor’s nose as she cursed.

The doctor from the Obstetric and Gynecology Department was also very angry, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and explained, “The baby is about to be born. If we delay any longer, something bad will definitely happen!”

“That’s what the fortune-teller said. He said that there will be about ten seconds in between. The child born during this period of time will have the heaviest life!”

The family had been persisting and would not let go no matter what they said. The doctor from the Obstetric and Gynecology Department could not promise that she would definitely deliver the child at that time. Zheng Ren was also very impressed with the accuracy to the second.

Were the fortune-telling skills nowadays so up-to-date with the times?

Just as they were in a stalemate, a person rushed out of the elevator and said loudly, “Find a private hospital. They said that the child will definitely be born at that time!”

“Bullsh*t 912. It’s not even as good as a private hospital!” The old lady stopped making a fuss. She stood up and spat at the obstetrician. Then, she instructed the patient’s family to push the expecting mother out.

“Wait a moment. The baby is about to be born. The fetal heart is not very stable. If we delay it, there might be a problem!” The obstetrician did not even have time to wipe the saliva that was spat on his face. He hurriedly grabbed the end of the stretcher trolley and advised them.