I stepped down and went to see the patient.

The bearded man saw Zheng Ren's eyes clearly with some fear. He looked pale and his vomiting had not yet passed, and his words were a little fluttering.

The patient's anesthesia has awakened and his vital signs are stable. Zheng Ren knows that the infected parts have been cleaned up. As long as there are no special circumstances - for example, when the intestinal peristalsis is peristalsis, it will not be too big of a problem.

There is no good way to prevent this, even Zheng Ren himself can only leave his fate. The system gave an evaluation of 99% of the operation completion rate, and it is estimated that 1% of the reason for this.

Any surgical procedure is like walking on a single-plank bridge, because existing science and technology cannot give all diseases a clear diagnosis and treatment with 100% complications.

The basic pathophysiology is still being explored, so let alone treatment. Therefore, it is a very correct statement that the medical industry is a high-risk industry.

Not to mention anything else, Wu Hui couldn't even complete appendicitis in an American community hospital. Where can I reason about this?

After taking a look at the doctor's advice after the operation, there was no problem, and it was just symptomatic treatment such as routine fluid replenishment. When he returned to the interventional department with Su Yun, he just walked into the doctor's office and Zheng Ren felt something was wrong.

Professor Liu was nestled in the corner, looking depressed, and Chang Yue wrote his medical records indifferently.

Su Yun smiled and made him guess.

Actually, there is nothing strange about it. Dr. Shen was also ruthlessly attacked by Chang Yue at that time. However, he was sent by Director Kong. Chang Yue would still leave some kindness. I'm sorry to say it too thoroughly.

But Liu Zewei came to study by himself. For students who are still looking forward to the extravagant expectations, what good looks do you think?

Pointing at Chang Yue and offering him as a professor in the provincial capital is simply a joke.

Zheng Ren said hello to Liu Zewei as if he hadn't seen it, and then asked, "How many patients have you admitted?"

"You said you were back yesterday and you took it. There are already six patients. I'm waiting for your surgery." Chang Yue reported coldly, and then pulled out a lot of films, each with numbers and recent test sheets before and after admission.

It’s good to have such a resident doctor. There are many things you don’t have to worry about, Zheng Ren thought to himself with a film bag.

Although Chang Yue always has a stern face and does not smile when communicating with the patient, she doesn’t think she will smile all day long. This is good. It’s just that there are some problems with the bed, and I don’t know when the community hospital will be renovated.

After watching the preoperative films and test reports of six patients, there were no surgical contraindications. After arranging tomorrow's surgery, Zheng Ren came to Director Kong's office.

When I knocked in the door and saw Director Kong wearing reading glasses reading a magazine.

"Director Kong, a pure English magazine, how tired I'll translate it for you to read it?" Zheng Ren closed the door with a smile and said.

"No, I'm used to it." Director Kong saw Zheng Ren coming in, took off his glasses and asked, "The operation will go smoothly."

"Well, it's quite smooth. How is the decoration of the community in Dean Sun?"

"He just called to give you time to take a look." Director Kong asked with a smile: "Do you have time now?"

"Yes." Zheng Ren glanced at it. Director Kong was looking at the article by the Johns Hopkins University research group studying the embolization of the fundus artery.

"Director Kong, there is something wrong with this article." Zheng Ren has seen this article in the System Library and has some research. Although it is not very detailed, he is the only peak existence in the interventional discipline after all. Many things can be understood just by looking at them.

"Oh?" Director Kong asked, "Which is wrong?"

"The first phase of clinical surgical trial has little data, the operation description is not detailed, there is no surgical silhouette, and the patient's postoperative complications are not detailed enough. I feel that if they do what they do, the postoperative pain period will be very long." Zheng Ren said.

"What if it were you?"

"Try to choose more than the choice. The thinner the choice, the less blood supply the stomach wall loses, and there will be no short-term large amount of gastric wall tissue necrosis, which will achieve the goal."

"But the blood vessels will be reconstructed."

"Directly embolize the left gastric and fundus arteries, and blood vessels will also be reconstructed. This surgery is just a palliative surgery, after all, is it minimally invasive? The trauma to patients is not as big as a gastrectomy, and the effect is relatively limited. If the treatment of stubborn diabetes that cannot control diet, the effect will be average. But if it is for weight loss patients, it will still be beneficial."

The two walked and chatted. When they passed by the doctor's office, Su Yun followed and left the hospital.

The community hospital is not far from 912, and it is only a 10-minute walk away.

In the imperial capital where every inch of land is valuable, it is difficult to retain such a community hospital. What President Sun Ming is worried about is that if he is attracted by a real estate developer, he will be finished once it is demolished.

Grasping Boss Zheng’s straw is the last second to get on the boat. He is happy to see that he can have a stable future.

This is Zheng Ren’s first time to come to a community hospital.

In a nearby community, there is a small second floor, covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters, the yard is not large and slightly compact.

More than half of the community hospitals are being renovated, but half are still calm.

"There are usually old people from the neighbors on the street, and they suddenly broke down. Sun Ming was embarrassed. But this was the last few days of being external, and then it became Boss Zheng's harem." Director Kong said with a smile.

Zheng Ren knew that in fact, everything here is not accepted by 912, and there is no need to use antibiotics or some Chinese patent medicine preparations. In other words, it is okay to click or not, but some elderly people still stubbornly want to go to see a little bit, so community hospitals are not doing nothing all day long.

After entering the hospital, the decoration sound was very weak, and I was just doing a simple cleaning work.

"The beds were replaced with new ones, Jiaojiao went to stare at the ones I bought. I looked at the hand-cranked bed of Meidst. I looked at the sample, which was better than our 912s." Director Kong introduced to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren didn't care what the decoration looked like. He wanted to treat the disease himself. Even if he pretended to be a palace, if he couldn't do anything about treating the disease, it would be useless.

In fact, his requirements are very simple, with a strong decoration flavor. They are simple, clean and neat.

It seems that Lin Jiaojiao has indeed come to mind, and what Zheng Ren is thinking.

Zheng Ren was quite satisfied with the construction, so he walked through the construction part and headed towards Sun Ming's office.

There are still a few beds on this side, reserved for those in the community to find some things.

Passing by a ward, Zheng Ren saw an aunt in her fifties walking out of the bathroom, carrying a little bottle in her right hand and an advertisement leaflet with an advertisement, and her left hand was slightly lowered.

He was stunned for a moment, his steps paused, and after 0.72 seconds, he simply stopped.

"Boss?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.

"Stop!" Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun and sternly said to the aunt.

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