Medical ethics system: Sister let me go

The next day, Chen Hao went to work in the hospital early in the morning and spent the whole day operating in the brain surgery operating room.

"Doctor, was the operation successful?"

Chen Hao just pushed open the door of the operating room, took off the surgical cover, and was about to take a rest. The family members waiting outside the operating room surrounded him and asked with great concern.

Chen Hao has encountered this problem five times today. With a smile on his face, he nodded and said: "No problem, the operation was a success, and you should be able to fully recover after two months of rest. The patient is still inside. You can wait outside for a while." just come out."

"Thank you, doctor, thank you doctor. The doctors at Zhongnan Hospital are indeed much better than the People's Hospital. They only have a [-]% to [-]% success rate. When they came to Zhongnan Hospital, they succeeded immediately. Thanks to Zhang's wife, who told us Zhongnan Hospital Brain surgery has a high success rate!"

The patient's family thanked them again and again, muttering in their mouths.

Chen Hao listened and smiled. The brain surgery of Zhongnan Hospital was already a strong point. With his help, the success rate has indeed increased a lot.

It is a bit stronger than the People's Hospital.

The family members sitting outside the operating room murmured even more.

"I sat here all morning and half the afternoon. This surgeon performed four or five operations in a row, all of which were successful. I heard that his surname is Chen, and he is even more powerful than those experts."

"No way, this young doctor is even better than an expert. Is it true? However, it seems that two operations were successful in one afternoon. I heard that they were all brain tumors, but they are really amazing." The doubtful person finally Talk to yourself.

Brain tumor, common sense, there is no cure.

And this young doctor has such a high success rate, which is really rare.

"You just know, he is amazing, does Chen Sier know? He is Chen Sier's chief surgeon, and Chen Sier was rescued by him!" A 50-[-]-year-old aunt was very annoyed by the questioning from the next door.

"Really? Chen Sier was rescued by him? Two days ago, Chen Sier had a concert, and I went to see it. It was very beautiful. Chen Sier is so beautiful. If only my son had such a beautiful wife!" Auntie The questioning aunt next door screamed in a low voice.

What they got in exchange was the contempt of the aunt next door, and afterward, the two started chatting about Chen Si'er.

Chen Hao could hear the conversation of the patient's family behind the scenes clearly.

Involuntarily, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In addition, the influence on Chen Si'er is also secretly staggering, old ladies in their fifties all go to the concert, this influence is really terrifying.

In the case of being suitable for all ages, even some first-line stars can't compare.

But immediately, Chen Hao frowned.

That night Chen Sier and Mu Sisi chatted with him. Except for the concert in the second half of the year, Chen Sier spent most of his time preparing for supporting roles in TV and movies. Judging from Mu Sisi's tone, he might not be a good role.

In this way, Chen Sier's popularity accumulated in the Super Singer Contest may gradually settle down and be replaced by the new generation.

Of course, in terms of career development, this is already the best route.

Being able to turn fame into real money, no matter who takes it away.

And the sacrifice is her huge fans.

Chen Hao frowned, if he could be the protagonist, the situation would be different.

Thinking of the proposition of annual revenue of 10 billion, Chen Hao narrowed his eyes.

Letting go of these calculations in his mind, Chen Hao quickly went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then returned to the operating room to start the operation.

Until his off-duty time, at 11:30 in the evening, a total of [-] operations were completed with a [-]% success rate.

Hearing the thanks from the patient's family members, Chen Hao managed to keep a smile on his face. The continuous surgery for a day was really a great test of his energy.

Just coming out of the encirclement of the patient's family, Chen Hao's heart warmed up. His sister-in-law was sitting on a chair with an insulated box and looked at him.

There was a smile on Shen Rou's face.

"I saw that you were still busy when I got home from get off work. I made some soup for you, but it seems to be cold. You have had this operation for two hours. It seems very difficult."

Shen Rou stood up and prepared to go back with the heat preservation box.

Chen Hao nodded, and said: "This patient is older, the situation is complicated, and it took a long time. Enen, this soup is still not cold, and it can still be drunk."

When Chen Hao was talking, he took the insulated box from Shen Rou's hand, opened it for a look, and started to drink.

"It's better to go back and warm it up." Shen Rou looked at Chen Hao and started to drink, paused, and said: "Chen Hao, you don't need to work so hard at all, it's the same if you finish it in ten days and half a month."

Chen Hao walked towards the anesthesia center while drinking the soup.

"Sister-in-law, I have been procrastinating for a long time. If I don't do surgery, I'm afraid they will be transferred to another hospital. However, I heard a lot of talk today, which is very interesting. It seems that I have already gained a small reputation in Zhonghai City."

Shen Rou, who followed, smiled slightly: "Of course, you have such a high success rate, people who have no hope in other hospitals, of course they will come here."

Shen Rou spoke in a happy mood.

In five days, Chen Hao treated all the intractable brain surgery patients, a total of 64 patients.

Among them, the older ones accounted for the majority.

"Did you know? There is a young doctor in Zhongnan Hospital who is very good. I heard that he performed 64 surgeries in five days, with a 80% success rate. Even brain tumors in his [-]s who were dying were cured."

In the People's Hospital, in a ward, a patient's family member spoke to another patient's family member.

The family member of the patient who spoke only had a concussion, while the next bed was a 21-year-old young man with a brain tumor.

The parents of the young man, heard the words of the next bed.

Immediately became eager.

"Is it true that an old man in his 80s can be saved from a brain tumor?" The woman who accompanied the bed asked in a low voice, very skeptical.

"Of course it's true. It turns out that the person who lives in your hospital bed also has a brain tumor. He is a professor in his 50s. He was cured at Zhongnan Hospital. He just sent a message to our child. You should study hard and don't go out to fight. , study hard in the future." The family member in the next bed said with certainty.

"I heard that the doctor has been operating for five days in a row, and performed fifty or sixty operations, none of which failed. If you don't believe it, you should still be performing operations now."

"I'll go take a look now!" The man who was also on the bed suddenly stood up and went directly to Zhongnan Hospital.

Such rumors are just a few examples.

However, on another platform, Chen Hao from the anesthesia center was a little dazed.

"Look, Dr. Chen, I don't know who took the picture, and even posted you on the Internet. Now it has become a hot topic. Enen, with 1000 million views and [-] comments, this blogger is really making money Yes, it has gained [-] to [-] followers in just one day, I should have uploaded it if I knew it earlier."

Liu Qianqian held her mobile phone, very envious, looked at Chen Hao, looked up and down, and wondered if she was going to upload two private photos of Chen Hao. At that time, there must be a lot of people talking about it, and her five lonely fans suddenly increased by several thousand.

At that time, he is also a person.

"Where did you get this phone?"

When Liu Qianqian was thinking, Chen Hao suddenly asked her.

"My sister-in-law bought it for me, and said she gave it to me." Liu Qianqian looked up at Chen Hao, put the phone away suddenly, and put it in her pocket, as if she was afraid that Chen Hao would snatch it.

Chen Hao looked at her, moved his mouth, and didn't speak.

As if he was going to grab it.

When Chen Hao looked at Liu Qianqian speechlessly, the lounge in the anesthesia center was pushed away, only to see Shen Rou walking in briskly with a smile on her face.

"Chen Hao, take a quick look, this Weibo is really powerful. I randomly put a dozen of your photos on it, and then I wrote a story about you, and there are so many people reposting it, you see Look, a lot of people are looking for me, most of them are asking me where I can find you."

"Sister Shen Rou, is this blogger you?" Liu Qianqian looked at Shen Rou in surprise.

Shen Rou, who looked down at the phone, had a smile on her face.

"Of course, it's not who I am. I didn't expect the method that Dr. Cheng taught me to be really effective. Chen Hao, take a look, there are 120 questions about me."

Shen Rou was very happy. This unintentional work directly exceeded the results of her one-month work.

More importantly, according to what Cheng Ningmei said, with these fans, as long as Chen Hao's success rate remains so high, there will definitely be a steady stream of people behind him.

Liu Qianqian looked at the happy Shen Rou, stared at Chen Hao, kept looking up and down, raised her mouth, and muttered: "So it's my sister-in-law, let me tell you, how could I know so many things about Dr. Chen? I also want to write about Dr. Chen, there must be a lot of fans by then, what should I write about? Just write about Dr. Chen's cute pet Liu Qianqian?"

Liu Qianqian muttered softly, and the happy Shen Rou burst out laughing.

"You're still a cute pet. I think it's called Little Nurse Liu Qianqian. There must be more people who like it. Of course, the protagonist is our Chen Hao!" Shen Rou looked at Chen Hao with a smile on her face.

Little nurse?
Chen Hao felt embarrassed when he heard that.

The two girls had just chatted, when there was a bang, the door of the lounge was knocked open.

A beautiful girl, about 21 or [-] years old, wearing a low cut and short skirt, rushed in staggeringly, and the turbulent waves almost jumped on Chen Hao.

"Doctor Chen, hurry up, hurry up, go and see my father!" The girl bent down, propped her legs up, panting, and sprayed a fragrant breath straight into Chen Hao's nose.

"You are, Xuan Ye?"

Chen Hao looked at the girl in front of him in surprise, he could vaguely recognize Ye Xuan's voice from the voice.

It's just that this figure, this appearance, the gap is a bit big.

When Michelle Ye was injected with No. [-] potion, her appearance was very pure and pure, but today, she looks turbulent, like a super breast augmentation needle, but in terms of appearance, her skin is more delicate, her face has become more mature, and with the makeup of a mature woman, Chen Hao didn't recognize it at the first time.