I sent it to the CT room, and a group of people followed me in, afraid that something would happen when Director Mao had CT.

Mao Ji felt that black and white flashes in front of him, and Venus was mixed in between.

Like a firefly, his heart began to beat quickly as the CT machine buzzed.

I know this is not good, but Mao Ji can't control it.

Don’t have any trouble, don’t have any trouble. Mao Chi can only tell himself in his heart. How can he die if he is not old enough to retire and has not yet held his grandson?

As he thought about it, he had already started to think about what happened after death. If the aortic dissection ruptured and he died in the CT room, how many doctors in the department would cry for him sincerely? There might be a few, but not all.

After the CT was finished, everyone carried the Mao holder onto the flat car.

"Don't leave now, I'll take a look at the movie." Mao Chi said softly.

Tears were falling from the corners of his eyes, and he seemed to have foresaw his ending.

"Director Mao, don't worry, don't worry." The professor in the group comforted softly, "Even if it's a mezzanine, just put on a big shelf."

"What if even the renal artery was torn?" Mao Ji thought a lot, and at the same time, he vaguely felt a torn pain coming from his abdomen.

It wouldn't be such a coincidence, Mao Chi thought to himself. At this moment, he felt that his feet were empty and fell into the endless abyss.

The professor in the group really didn't know what to say. He knew that as long as he talked about a situation, Director Mao would consider it to the worst. This is inevitable. The more he said it, the more he became more afraid; the more he was afraid, the higher the blood pressure of Director Mao would be, until an irreversible feedback was formed, until the interlayer ruptured.

Just shut up obediently.

Soon, the CT image was printed out and handed it to Mao Chi's hand with the residual heat.

Mao Ji's hand was trembling and he took the film and glanced at it. A flat chest CT scan showed the irregular soft tissue density shadow of the anterior edge of the descending aorta, which did not rule out the possibility of a rupture of the descending aorta to form an enclosed hematoma.

But he didn't rule out three words in his mind, full of rupture of descending aorta, forming a wrap. Once the hematoma ruptures, the person will be gone!

Although he did not do a 64-row CTA, Mao Ji still gave himself a confirmed diagnosis - descending aortic dissection aneurysm.

"Look for Boss Zheng and go directly to the operating room." Mao Chi said.

Hurry up and get rid of the airs, there should be no problem. If Boss Zheng can't solve it, he will have to have a chest surgery.

Boss Zheng has such a high level, it should be fine.

Mao Chi thought a lot, especially when Boss Zheng succeeded and difficult operations again and again.

Boss Zheng can even perform heart conjoined infant separation surgery, and treating aortic dissection is nothing.

Mao Ji comforted himself in his heart.

Perhaps it was thanks to Boss Zheng's halo effect that Mao Ji felt that he was a little better. Although his hands and feet were cold, this was caused by capillary spasm of the ends of the hands and feet caused by too much tension.

You can't be nervous, you can't be nervous, relax, relax, Mao Ji comforted himself in his heart, and the flat car started moving again.

...

Zheng Ren was undergoing surgery, and he put his cell phone in his pocket, so he didn't receive the call.

"Boss, Director Mao said he was considering descending aortic dissection." After receiving the call, Su Yun pressed the button on the intercom and said.

Zheng Ren was knocking on Lin Yuan for surgery. After hearing Su Yun's words, he was slightly stunned.

"Where are people?"

"After doing CT scan, I saw the soft tissue density shadow with irregular morphology of the leading edge of the descending aorta. I was pushing towards us, and I guess I needed an emergency dialysis and I was going to get out of the air." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren moved his body sideways, hit Lin Yuan's shoulder, squeezed her away, and then crossed his left and right hands, and the operation was completed in a few minutes.

Lin Yuan had already accepted this reality - no matter how hard he tried, he could not get close to Boss Zheng even a little bit. His technical level was too strong, so strong that he felt a sense of powerlessness.

Seeing Boss Zheng performing TIPS surgery on his own again, Lin Yuan sighed deeply.

It's amazing! No matter how many times I trained with a 3D printed mannequin, I was familiar with every key point of the surgery and I couldn't understand how Boss Zheng did the surgery.

After Zheng Ren had the operation, Lin Yuan pressed to stop the bleeding. He tore off the sterile clothes and turned around and left the operating room.

“How long will it take?”

"Who knows." Su Yun glanced at Feng Xuhui.

"I have a big air, I've prepared it." Feng Xuhui said immediately.

"The rescue medicines are all in the rescue vehicle. I just looked at them once in the morning, and they are all together." Xie Yiren said.

Zheng Ren came to the corridor of the operating room and quietly waited for Mao Chi to be pushed over.

Usually, Director Mao has high blood pressure, but it is not serious. Where does this aortic dissection come from? Zheng Ren is a little confused.

Traumatic? Or is it punctured by sharp objects such as fish bones?

"Yiren, has the surgical box been disinfected?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's disinfected and ready to use."

"Prepare for a hybrid operating room, if you can't get rid of the stent, open your chest."

"good."

Su Yun stood beside Zheng Ren with a serious expression. He didn't say anything. Everything he said was nonsense at this time.

I didn't even see the movie, so what's there to say.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and the head nurse in the operating room opened the door directly and the flat car pushed in.

Zheng Ren looked at Mao Ji's blood-red system panel and was stunned for a moment.

"Are you stupid? Or can't you do it?" Su Yun asked in a low voice.

The more familiar the person, the less he can't do it. Many doctors do this. But Su Yun does not think that his boss has this idea. Director Miao's surgery was a waste. When Director Pan was suspected of lung cancer, the boss cried because he cried, but he was preparing to go on stage to operate in person, according to the meaning.

If someone else does it, this guy is worried.

"No." Zheng Ren shook his head and strode to Director Mao. He looked at Director Mao and asked, "Where is uncomfortable?"

"Boss Zheng." Director Mao's hand trembled and held Zheng Ren's hand.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been saved.

"Don't be nervous, why are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zheng Ren comforted Director Mao, then took the film handed over by the professor in the Vascular Department next to him with his other hand and glanced at it.

"The back of the sternum is painful. I just felt a tear-like pain in my abdomen. I think the descending aortic dissection has been torn to the bottom." Director Mao said in a trembling voice.

"Wait a minute, don't push it inside." Zheng Ren shook Director Mao's cold hand vigorously, then pulled out his hand and watched with the film.

"Boss Zheng, please check the imaging. The area of ​​soft tissue shadow is a bit large, and I am afraid that bleeding cannot be controlled." Director Zhang Lin of the Cycle Department said.

"I'll take a look, there's no hurry." Zheng Ren said.

Everyone was silent. Why was Boss Zheng so stable? Is it clear or it doesn’t matter to me?

Mao Ji was a little anxious, it was different from what he imagined.

Shouldn’t you be sent to the stage and then go on stage and then have surgery? What is Boss Zheng thinking?
Chapter completed!