The intercostal artery is broken, no wonder it produces so much blood.

As the only existence at the peak of the interventional department, Zheng Ren certainly knows what Zhao Wenhua is waiting for.

If it is not an intercostal artery, but a tiny artery or vein pierced by the radiofrequency needle when it penetrates the diaphragm, the blood will probably stop now.

However, the intercostal artery was broken!

In the artery, this is a relatively large artery, and there is no way to use floating embolization agents to perform embolization.

Because the intercostal artery comes from the artery that feeds the spinal cord, embolization agents may float inside, resulting in the embolization of the blood vessels feeding the spinal cord, and the patient has symptoms of high paraplegia after the operation.

This is a very fucking thing.

Otherwise, interventional embolization of liver cancer is very common, but few people do lung cancer. This is the reason. The blood vessel branches are different in shape, complications, and the postoperative effects are naturally different. You can also try central lung cancer, while peripheral ones can only be treated with radiofrequency elimination.

Once the patient has a high-level paraplegia after surgery, it is a big deal.

Interventional surgery is not omnipotent, and this is one example.

If there are tiny spring coils, this problem can be solved. Zheng Ren doesn't care much about the cost. It was what Professor Rudolph Wagner wanted, and it was not his face.

Besides, it is probably a 100,000 euros per person, which is probably a loan. The real cost will definitely not be so high.

If you want to use it, Zheng Ren doesn't care.

"Boss, what are you thinking?" Su Yun asked a little strange when he saw Zheng Ren just looked at the patient and did not go to check the body or say anything.

"Well, just take a look, so Director Kong won't feel unstable." Zheng Ren smiled and turned around and went out.

Su Yun thought Zheng Ren was just making a gesture, but he didn't care. He followed him out and whispered: "So much blood, do you really think it's a small capillary artery? It must be an intercostal artery."

Zheng Ren recognized Su Yun's attainments in cardiothoracic surgery. He was very confident about what he said. Although the diagnosis was a bit subjective, this was rich clinical experience.

Just take a look, or even listen to the process, and you will know what's going on.

"Well, it's probably the intercostal artery. Go back and persuade Teacher Zhao." Zheng Ren said.

"Persuad? Go back and point at your nose and scold him." Su Yun said angrily: "When Director Kong didn't come back, he would wear small shoes for us so that Fuguier would not eat more. I remember this all."

"It's not good to hold grudges like this." Zheng Ren walked very quickly. Although it was nonsense, the patient's condition was not good. If he delayed for a while, he would be more dangerous.

Back at Director Kong's office, Director Kong was still talking to Zhao Wenhua about transferring the patient to breastfeeding.

For some reason, Zhao Wenhua stubbornly said nothing but disagree.

Su Yun glanced at him, turned his hand and closed the door, took two steps forward, crossed Zheng Ren, pointed at Zhao Wenhua's nose and scolded: "You are also a doctor!"

Director Kong and Zhao Wenhua were both stunned.

In the hospital, it is rare to come up and point and curse people. Generally speaking, only when fundamental interests are involved will you break up like this.

Zhao Wenhua blushed and stood up suddenly.

"What? Practice both hands? Your mother can't recognize you." Su Yun despised, "The patient's hemorrhagic shock state must be the rupture of the intercostal artery. Do you still want to drag it, but when do you want to drag it?"

"How do you know!" Zhao Wenhua's forehead was exposed and he was very angry. This was the worst case. He never dared to think about it, but Su Yun said it without hesitation.

"You will know at a glance. How have you fed dogs after so many years of clinical experience?" Su Yun cursed coldly.

"you……"

"Director Kong, the patient's condition is really bad." Su Yun turned to Director Kong and said, "This guy is fascinated. What do you think?"

"Wenhua, let's go over it. Take the time to do the surgery, so it's worry-free. Even if it's not for the rupture of the intercostal artery, it's OK to investigate." Director Kong was still polite, but his tone was a little more sharp.

Director Kong doesn’t have so many concerns. Such patients should have transferred to the thoracic surgery department and investigated. The patient’s family has objections, and that’s what happened later. Now we need to ensure the safety of the patient’s life.

In particular, Director Kong knew that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were of very high level and the diagnosis given was also very correct.

Zheng Ren is well aware of his level. The name of Su Yun, the star of the rising star in the imperial capital, is not for nothing.

They both have the same judgment as theirs, so there is nothing to be polite.

Zhao Wenhua clenched his fists with both hands and glared at Su Yun.

"Director Kong, you don't have to turn your chest." Zheng Ren said lightly from behind: "I'll do an angiography. If it's confirmed, it's enough to get an embolism."

"Embolization?" Director Kong looked at Zheng Ren in surprise, not knowing what he was thinking. But he immediately remembered the operation last night, the tiny spring coil.

"You are crazy, are you going to tyrene the intercostal artery?!" Zhao Wenhua couldn't help it this time and roared angrily.

If it were Zheng Ren’s own patient, he would have watched him come on stage with a smile.

But this is his own patient. What should I do if something really happens?!

No one is more looking forward to the safe discharge of the patient than his own bed doctor and attending doctor.

Although Zhao Wenhua was confused, under Director Kong's persuasion, his mind was shaken and he was ready to transfer the patient to the department.

But Zheng Ren wants to embolize the intercostal artery! This is a murder!

Finally, the shit basin will be carried on my head!

"Wenhua, what are you talking about?" Director Kong was completely unhappy this time. Boss Zheng wanted to mess with you, but he still used this method? But if this was not the surgery yesterday, he would not believe it.

New consumables are really good. But this kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can play with.

Not to mention how much it costs, you can only get a tiny spring coil. Interventional doctors with average levels can do it for two or three hours just by super selection, and finally fail to choose. This is the most common situation.

"Director, he said he wanted to embolize the intercostal artery!" Zhao Wenhua said angrily.

"It's not using embolizers. I saw it yesterday. Some imported from Germany..." As soon as Director Kong said this, Zhao Wenhua interrupted him angrily.

"No, can't move!"

"Okay, Professor Zhao, you said this." Zheng Ren looked at him lightly and said, "I have no right to care about your patient. But I will stare at it. As long as the patient has something to do, you can open your eyes and see how you die!"

Zheng Ren rarely speaks harsh words, and this time he is a little anxious.

Is this a doctor? It’s not scary to have complications, you have to face them correctly. Although the current social atmosphere causes strange situations that as long as complications occur, doctors will lose their skin even if they don’t die. Unlike in the United States, they can’t even get through appendicitis, but they are fine.

But, you can’t see the patient die like this!

That's human life!
Chapter completed!