"Are you questioning my execution ability?" Su Yun asked contemptuously.

"Just do it. Go off the stage and ask if the result is it? Is there a fire sea disease?" Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's provocation and said casually.

"What do you doubt?" Su Yun was stunned for a moment.

"Thyroid crisis." Zheng Ren replied.

"Okay, I'll ask if I'll get off the stage." This time, Su Yun didn't say anything else, but responded very seriously.

Director Luo pondered, is that patient at Massachusetts General Hospital a thyroid crisis?

The cause of thyroid crisis may be related to increased thyroid hormone levels in the circulation, and it usually occurs in patients with severe hyperthyroidism without treatment or inadequate treatment.

Common causes include infection, surgery, mental stimulation, etc. The clinical manifestations are high fever, sweating, tachycardia, irritability, anxiety, delirium, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and severe patients may have heart failure, shock and coma.

The diagnosis is mainly based on comprehensive clinical judgment. Those with high clinical suspicion of this disease and precursors of crisis should be treated as this disease, and the mortality rate is above 20%.

The clinical manifestations are very similar to the patient's symptoms, including nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain. However, the chance of thyroid crisis is too low, and the patient also has a very obvious history of smoke caused by inhalation of electrical fire, which I did not expect for the time being.

When Professor Zhang saw that the operation was over, he didn't listen to anything like thyroid crisis. He recalled the process of seeing the operation in his mind.

The operation was done well, stable and fast, but Professor Zhang still couldn't understand some of the operations.

After all, he is not a cardiothoracic surgery department and can understand most of it, even if he is a doctor with a solid basic knowledge.

As for understanding everything, this kind of thing doesn't exist at all. If you can do this, Zheng Ren doesn't need to save Taiwan.

"Boss Zheng, what is the thick hemp rope sleeve with double-cavity air-allionurethral cavities in the inferior vena cava?" Professor Zhang asked.

Su Yun was very disdainful and said, "I ask you, why did you give a lot of low-molecular heparin before the operation?"

"Because it prevents thrombosis." Professor Zhang replied.

"That's right, the heart has not been opened yet, who knows how many blood clots it is." Su Yun's tone was filled with contempt. Everyone present was ashamed of Professor Zhang. "The inferior vena cava was given a thick hemp rope sleeve with double-cavity air santhenourethral cavities to reduce bleeding and prevent the stent wall thrombus from falling off when removing the stent."

After saying that, he paused.

"You can't think of one more step? You have to ask such a simple question?" The contempt in Su Yun's tone was so exaggerated.

"..." Professor Zhang never thought that he would be hurt by a young doctor in public like a grandson.

Under the sterile mask, he opened his mouth and wanted to refute.

But... refute? What do you say? I was confused and it would be good to be able to write down the surgery process.

He also refuted that he was afraid that the sarcastic doctor would directly spray it on the air-tight lead door of the operating room as soon as he opened his mouth.

Forget it, if you are not as skilled as others, what is there to say?

Lao He knew about Professor Zhang. When he resigned, the sensation in the courtyard caused a while.

The private hospital reached 912, but the one who left was not a doctor at the hospital level, but a professor in the group.

Unexpectedly, Professor Zhang was so awesome today that Su Yun was so embarrassed. It was really interesting to think about it.

Too arrogant! But Lao He likes it.

Just like in the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, no matter how much Director Tian is dissatisfied, no matter how much he hurts him, wouldn’t that guy have to bite his back teeth and hold it in?

Boss Zheng can take the surgery, which is equivalent to saving them from water and fire. Even if they fart, they have to continue. To be too ugly, it is not a good thing!

Can you be more arrogant?

When Lao He thought of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly. The shadow of Director Mao’s previous incident still existed in his heart and could not be dissipated for a while.

I should be honest and be as arrogant as Brother Yun, but I don’t have the ability to do this.

When he was a graduate student, he was known as the star of the rising star of the imperial capital's cardiothoracic surgery. After graduating from a doctorate, he worked for 20 years and is still in the middle class.

Lao He still has a clear understanding of himself and carries the U disk with him, just for a good luck that Boss Zheng doesn’t know whether he likes or not.

Unfortunately, Boss Zheng is usually invulnerable and has no hobby. Lao He glanced at Zheng Ren, feeling helpless.

Others like to drink, bet, and lust. The so-called alcohol, sex, wealth and power are always inevitable. Boss Zheng is good, rarely eats or drinks. My girlfriend brings her own, and even brings surgical instruments.

It's really a dog biting a hedgehog, and he can't get out of his mouth.

You still need to observe carefully. Only when Boss Zheng is comfortable can he feel more comfortable, Lao He thought to himself.

After sewing, Zheng Ren turned around and stepped down and tore off the sterile clothing.

"Boss Zheng, thank you for your hard work." Mao Chi said with a smile.

"It's okay, Director Mao, the surgery is not big, but the equipment is not good at hand." Zheng Ren smiled.

The surgery is not serious...

Well, the surgery is completed successfully, and it is okay to say whatever you want.

"Teacher Zhang, how many points should be paid attention to after the operation?" Zheng Ren then looked at Professor Zhang and said.

"Ah? Oh, you said you." Professor Zhang said quickly.

"There is no obvious thrombosis on the removed stent, and it is considered that the active administration of heparin before surgery can have a certain effect.

Your patient has a special stent inlaid, and there is a wear of the atrium during the operation. To prevent myocardial edema, hormone therapy should be actively given after the operation.

During the operation, 500 mg of Abrasive Long and 500,000 units of Ustalactine were given during extracorporeal circulation. After returning to the ward, 40 mg of Abrasive Long was given daily for 3 days, supplemented with appropriate diuretics.”

Professor Zhang's mind was still in the conflict between the joy of the successful operation and how to communicate with the patient's family. Zheng Rendudu said, and he was stunned.

He tried hard to recall, but his mind was messy and he couldn't remember anything he said.

"Zheng...Boss Zheng, please speak slowly." Professor Zhang said ashamed.

"Do you need to make a cup of coffee for you? Let's sit down and chat slowly? The coffee from the Medical Mediation Committee is said to be pretty good." Su Yun removed the sterile sheet on the patient and said contemptuously.

“…”

"Find a pen and paper, and then write it down and send the patient to the ICU. If your ICU technical strength is not strong, go to 912 to find someone." Zheng Ren said gently.

Professor Zhang's face was flushed, and he turned around and ran to the operation room, took a piece of A4 paper and pen. Zheng Ren also told his postoperative doctor's instructions again. After Professor Zhang wrote it down, he carefully put it in the pocket of the isolation suit.

"Boss Zheng, please change your clothes." Mao Chi smiled and said, "I'm sorry to everyone today. Don't leave later. I'll treat you."

"Director Mao, you are polite." Zheng Ren smiled.
Chapter completed!