Mao Ji saw Zheng Ren through the leaded glass.

For some reason, when he saw Zheng Ren, his nervousness and uneasiness all disappeared.

Stop stepping on the line, the air-tight lead door opened, Zheng Ren walked in quickly and said, "Director Mao, you can't get it out after intervening, and it's stuck inside."

After hearing Zheng Ren's judgment, Mao Chi sighed deeply.

Actually, he thought so, but after all, he still wanted to try it out, and he didn't have any extrapsychiatric surgery.

"Boss Zheng, are you here?" Mao Chi asked tentatively.

"Well, hurry up. The patient's ventricular speed is too fast, and he is afraid that if he delays for a few more hours, if the brain is severe, he will experience cerebral edema. Severe concurrent brain hernia will be even more difficult to explain." Zheng Ren said.

Mao Ji nodded.

"Old He, go and see the extracorporeal circulation."

"Su Yun, take a look at other equipment."

"Yiren, you want to split the sternum."

Zheng Ren turned his head and looked at the patient's electrocardiogram monitoring. One instruction after another was issued, and the medical team started moving in an orderly manner.

"Director Mao, are you here to rescue Taiwan?" someone asked by patting Mao Ji's shoulder.

Mao Chi turned around and saw that it was Director Luo, he was stunned for a moment.

It’s all the time, so how could Director Luo, a person from the Department of Gastroenterology, come here?

"Director Luo, why are you so idle today?" Mao Chi asked.

"Take off your lead clothes and go out for a break. Your hat is wet." Director Luo did not answer his question, but said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Seeing that Zheng Ren's entire medical team was busy, Mao Chi breathed a sigh of relief, tore off the sterile clothing, and was about to turn around and leave, Zheng Ren suddenly said: "Director Mao, the patient's family, communicate before the operation, you go and take a look."

The tone of speaking is no longer as polite as before.

Mao Chi was not angry. He knew that Boss Zheng had entered the emergency rescue mode, and everything was mainly based on the patient's lives.

After walking out of the operating room, Mao Chi picked up his cell phone and began to contact Professor Zhang.

He also communicated with the patient's family below and explained his condition. It was probably a bit troublesome, otherwise he would not be able to get on for twenty minutes.

But there is nothing we can do. Who made him encounter this? If it were me, I would definitely be in a state of anxiety.

The most feared operation is to enter the uterus second.

Especially the explanations made by the patient's family before the operation are made with minimally invasive surgery, and a needle can solve the problem.

But not only did the problem not be solved, the sternum was also required to undergo surgical surgery. Who would be the patient's family member?

In this case, domestic doctors cannot be tough. If you beat or scold, as long as the patient survives, everything will be easy.

There are risks in the operation. Before the operation, there is a notification that as long as the patient is alive, the patient's family can basically understand it. But if the person cannot get out of the body, it will be a different story.

Not to mention the long-planned medical dispute, this is an exception. Generally speaking, the family members of ordinary patients have a breakdown in their emotions, and the next things are completely out of control.

Thinking of this, Mao Chi became distracted.

Otherwise, more and more doctors will not come back abroad, and the doctors outside will be given high treatment, low workload and light responsibilities. Is it worth it?

Not to mention anything else, just Doctor House has been beaten to death in China many times. Not to mention the second season, even the second episode of the first season is not even the second episode, and the defendant will be overwhelmed in the first episode.

"Director, are you down?" A depressed and excited voice came from the other side of the phone, with a little nervousness in excitement.

“Is it easy to speak?”

Professor Zhang was silent on his face, and there were a few thuds of sounds. Obviously, he knew what was going on and was looking for a secluded place.

"Director, surgery..." After a few dozen seconds, Professor Zhang's trembling voice came out.

"It failed, the shelf stuck on the folds of the atrium and couldn't be taken down." Mao Ji said: "Boss Zheng is here and is preparing to perform surgery on the chest splitting."

"Zheng..."

"You have no other choice. Take the time to explain to the patient's family. If you don't know how to write the explanation before the operation, find someone outside your chest." Mao Chi restored the unique decisive and domineering behavior of a senior director and said coldly.

It seems that time has returned to a few years ago, and the location has returned to the 912 Hospital.

Professor Zhang subconsciously said: "Okay, Director, I'll go right away."

Mao Chi hung up the phone.

"Director Mao, you have worked so hard." Director Luo smiled.

The two sat on the chair in the operating room. Mao Ji lifted up his sterile clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled bitterly: "There is no way, after all, he was a soldier under his command."

"Your eyes are bright and you will find Boss Zheng to solve the problem. Not to mention whether the operation can be performed, I... I don't know about interventional surgery. We came just now. Boss Zheng saw the process of taking off the big shots and immediately determined that the interventional surgery could not be removed."

Mao Ji nodded.

"This person can do what he can, what he can do, and how to do it appropriately. It is difficult to do it without being a little bit confined." Director Luo said.

"Why are you here, Director Luo?" Mao Chi didn't want to talk about this matter. He was a little uneasy, afraid that Boss Zheng would not be able to take the surgery.

He was even more afraid that the patient's family would disagree, so the emergency department performed the operation.

I found Boss Zheng himself, but in the end I couldn't pretend to be Boss Zheng. The troubles are all behind.

"This is not a coincidence that Boss Zheng has a consultation in Massachusetts. He is a patient diagnosed with periodic vomiting syndrome. Because inhaling electrical burning waste gas, it induces abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting..."

“Isn’t there a diagnosis?”

"This time the disease is particularly serious. The Massachusetts General Hospital sent the medical records and asked Boss Zheng to help him take a look." Director Luo said with a smile.

Massachusetts General Hospital, take a look...

These two words deeply hurt Director Mao's heart.

Is Boss Zheng really that awesome?

"Case, what do you think?" Director Mao pretended not to care, concealed his mood, and asked randomly.

"I think it's serotonin syndrome, but Boss Zheng denied it." Director Luo didn't see any unhappiness, he just told the truth.

Mao Chi looked at Director Luo with a little surprise, trying to find a trace of unhappiness in his eyes and movements.

But he was soon disappointed.

"What did Boss Zheng diagnose?"

"It's still being discussed. Boss Zheng has denied all the possibilities, just saying that it might be a thyroid problem, and your phone call comes in."

Mao Chi remembered that when he was calling, he was discussing the condition in a mess. He still vaguely remembered that Boss Zheng said he wanted to have a thyroid b-ultrasound.

"He suspected it was a thyroid problem?"

Director Luo nodded and said, "I am not professional in endocrine diseases, but many symptoms indicate that it may be a disease of the endocrine system. It is also appropriate to do a B-ultrasound."

“…”

Mao Chi was stunned.

Abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, just these six words, I would never think that it would be a problem with the thyroid gland.
Chapter completed!