Back in 2002 as a doctor

Nor is it possible.

Although Zhou Congwen is young and has a steady hand, it is said that he can perform bypass surgery with a beating heart, but he did it without an octopus.

but!

Can that be the same as a congenital disease?

Adult surgery has a high error tolerance rate, and a child within one day... almost a small mistake that the surgeon can't detect, the child will be gone.

Alas, Deng Ming sighed deeply, the hands holding the thermos cup were so hard, the nail bed was pale, as if embedded in the thermos cup.

Mr. Huang scanned around the people present, he was deeply aware of the difficulties of neonatal surgery.

In the past, children with this kind of congenital esophageal atresia must directly explain the situation to the patient's family members, and no treatment will be given.

Even if the operation can be done, the child cannot survive the blow of the operation.

But it is different now. Mr. Huang has encountered hundreds of similar cases in his life. Ever since he performed thoracoscopic surgery, he has been thinking about completing similar operations.

Not only is it completed, he has also completed it before, but after the operation, whether the child lives or dies depends on the destiny.

Huang Lao didn't like this feeling.

I control my own life!

With thoracoscopy, Mr. Huang felt that he should have a try, and it was time.

It's a pity that even Deng Ming... his level is indeed a little rough.

After thinking about it, Huang Lao took out his mobile phone, made a call, turned on the speakerphone and put it on the table.

The volume of the mobile phones of the elderly is extremely loud, and the dial tone of the mobile phones echoes in the office.

This is... Except for Deng Ming, everyone else was dumbfounded. Does Mr. Huang want to call the Public Security Bureau to arrest all these people?

"boss!"

A hearty voice came, and the haze in the office suddenly dissipated, and the sun was shining brightly.

"Xiao Zhou, are you busy?"

"Not busy, you said the boss. Do you want me to assist the station? What kind of patient."

A young voice came from the opposite side, full of confidence, and Deng Ming felt mixed feelings when he heard Zhou Congwen say that.

"Deng Ming, please introduce Xiao Zhou."

Director Deng Mingdeng immediately put down his beloved thermos, picked up the medical records and moved to the phone.

"Xiao Zhou, it's like this, the patient is..."

After a few minutes, the sunny voice on the phone fell silent.

Everyone was in a mixed mood, and it seemed that the people Mr. Huang was looking for seemed to think that surgery was impossible.

There was no accident, and the other party was not a monster. The medical staff were relieved and sad at the same time.

The child probably won't.

"Boss, the operation can be done." Zhou Congwen's firm voice came, "But I have a request."

"Say it!" Huang Lao's eyes lit up.

"From surgery to nursing, I take over."

Chapter 0487 is that "off-site"?

From surgery to nursing, he takes over...

This sentence is like a big hammer, hitting everyone's hearts 50, 50, 50 times, making everyone's eyes stare.

What is in front of me is not an ordinary consultation, but a hospital-wide consultation at 912 Hospital, the top large general hospital in the country, presided over by a national treasure old man who is at the pinnacle of chest surgery.

But the young man on the phone wanted to take over everything, whether it was surgery or nursing.

This is too crazy!

"Are you sure?" Huang Lao didn't question Zhou Congwen's words, but asked lightly.

"70%, no matter how high it is," Zhou Congwen said truthfully.

"It's very high. If you're sure, write a document about surgery and nursing. Keep it simple and focus on the key points, and send it to my mailbox." Huang Lao said lightly.

"Boss." Zhou Congwen replied, "One day...the sooner the operation is performed, the higher the survival rate of children, so I'm leaving now. I'll report back to you after we meet, do you think it's okay?"

Although it was only a phone call across thousands of mountains and rivers, Zhou Congwen's tone was so affirmative that it couldn't be more serious.

Which master is this?Except for Deng Ming, everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Okay, hurry up and come."

"Boss, do you have thoracoscopy equipment for children?"

"I've been in touch with Olida and they're on their way."

"Okay, then I'll take an anesthesiologist there."

"bring it on."

After a brief exchange, Mr. Huang hung up the phone.

"Director Deng, who is it?" The director of the newborn sitting next to Deng Ming asked in a low voice.

"Some time ago, the nurse in our department gave birth by caesarean section, and amniotic fluid embolism." Deng Ming introduced.

"I! Go!! It's the young man who accompanied Mr. Huang for surgery? The other place?"

"..." Deng Ming was speechless.

Sure enough, gossip spreads the fastest in this world.

Zhou Congwen completed the uterine artery embolization operation within 15 minutes under the interference of chest compressions. This kind of unnatural incident is not comparable to a joke he made after the operation.

The last thing to be remembered, or the one that comes to mind right away, is "a different place".

"I'm not married yet, so it's unlucky." Deng Ming said softly, holding a thermos.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, that young man has a bright future." The director of the newborn quickly apologized.

"The boss is planning to set up an academician workstation in the Second Hospital of Medical University in their provincial capital. He will preside over the future work."

"..." The newborn director clicked his tongue.

Mr. Huang had confiscated students for many years, and suddenly he was tempted to accept students. Given his age, he was probably a closed disciple.

But this closed disciple didn't stay with him, but was thrown out of town.

Huang Lao's thoughts are like flying immortals, elusive.

"Old Deng, can the surgery... be done?"

"I don't know either." Deng Ming sighed, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if bitter melon juice had fallen into his mouth.

"Ugh."

"But I think his laparoscopic skills are better than mine."

"..." The newborn director was frightened this time.

Who is Deng Ming?

Huang Lao's favorite student, stayed in 912 as the chief director of thoracic surgery, and pioneered large-scale thoracoscopic surgery across the country.

Deng Ming said that he was the best in the country in terms of the level of swordsmanship, which may be a bit exaggerated, and others would not admit it.

In terms of thoracoscopy alone, other hospitals seldom do it, but Deng Ming is already quite proficient at doing it. It is not a joke to perform two to three thousand operations a year.

As far as this is concerned, it is not an exaggeration to say that the number one in the country... is not counted as Huang Lao.

But he praised the junior, this is not the kind of business bragging at the academic meeting.Whether it is the first is not important, whether the operation can be done or not depends on a person's ability.

Blowing to the sky, the operation failed as soon as it started...

The newborn director knew the seriousness of this, and suddenly became serious.

"Then get ready, everyone." Huang Lao patted the medical records on the table, "Wait for one of my students to come and prepare for emergency surgery. By the way, let the patient's family members come to me, and I will explain the preoperative procedure myself."

"Okay, boss." Deng Ming said with his eyes on his nose, his nose on his mouth, and his mouth on his heart.

……

……

Zhou Congwen sat in the fire escape, holding his cell phone, smoking a cigarette, his eyes narrowed.

He knows how difficult the one-day neonatal surgery is.

The highest success rate of the operation is 70%, and it is still under the premise that the operation is performed together with the boss.

But Zhou Congwen would not be reconciled if he didn't try.

There is another difficulty in the operation. It is estimated that no one knows except the boss.

Zhou Congwen made a call while smoking a cigarette.

"Old Liu..."

A voice came from the phone.

"Treasure clip!"

"I'm sorry, I'm lucky today, give me money!"

"Congwen, have you had emergency surgery? Pneumothorax?"

Liu Wei's tone was a bit indescribable, his luck was high, and he didn't want to come for emergency surgery...he didn't want to come.

But the thoracic department gave a lot, so it's not good if you don't come. Zhou Congwen knows Liu Wei's psychological activities very well.

"Old Liu, please take a leave of absence and go to the imperial capital with me." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"Ah? What did you say Congwen? I didn't hear clearly."

There was the sound of mahjong being shuffled on the other side of the phone, and Liu Wei's voice was also vague. He was probably smoking a cigarette and shuffling the cards with both hands.

"912, there is an esophageal and intestinal atresia surgery for a newborn baby. The boss and I applied to take you there."

"..."

"Anaesthesia is very important. I need to tell you some things in advance. It happens that we can communicate along the way. Do you have time?"

"Yes!" Liu Wei said without hesitation.

He is not Shen Lang, so he naturally knows what the Imperial Capital 912 is and what it means to him.

Compared to Imperial City 912, Mahjong is nothing.

"At the entrance of the first hospital, I will ask the driver to come, and we will go directly to the provincial capital airport."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Congwen smiled.

Zhou Congwen expected Liu Wei to agree so happily.

Everyone has flaws and strengths.

Liu Wei's shortcoming is that he is too playful. In his previous life, they played mahjong in the dormitory. The room of more than ten square meters was smoky and blue, and they couldn't keep their eyes open.

However, in addition to his technical level, this guy is very smart and can accurately judge the situation.

Moreover, Liu Wei is self-motivated, otherwise he would not have learned single-lumen intubation. After Wang Chengfa went to the emergency room, he immediately hugged Li Qinghua and his own thigh.

It's not like Shen Lang, who started to act badly when he repeatedly invited him to the academician workstation.

With myself around, it's not so easy to show off. Zhou Congwen smiled and took the last puff of his cigarette, flicked the cigarette butt, walked out of the fire escape, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

He asked for leave with Li Qinghua, but Zhou Congwen didn't explain what he was going to do. He was afraid that Li Qinghua would insist on following the surgery for congenital esophageal atresia.

Then he called Brother Shifu, and Zhou Congwen changed his clothes and went downstairs.

0488 - Anesthetized Nurse

Zhou Congwen changed his clothes and left the Department of Thoracic Surgery, and stood downstairs waiting for less than 3 minutes. Master Shi drove a black red flag car to the downstairs of the first hospital of the Third Hospital.