Back in 2002 as a doctor

It's meaningless to slander, Wang Xueteng didn't dare to offend this young master, so he could only hurry up and contact his superiors.

As she expected, such a thing as applying for big airs is bound to be scolded. The manager of the Greater China region scolded Wang Xueteng impatiently just after hearing the beginning.

But when Wang Xueteng said that Zhou Congwen needed to do scientific research, everything changed, and it became completely different from what she imagined.

When he heard that Zhou Congwen needed a big air, the tone of Manager Chen from Olida China became gentle, as if he was facing his fate as a washboard.

Without further ado, he directly gave Wang Xueteng permission to take whatever Zhou Congwen needed, as long as there was Zhou Congwen's signature afterwards, and then reported it.

Wang Xueteng was inexplicably surprised when he heard what the manager of the Greater China region said.

Although her working time is limited, she is a district manager after all, and all kinds of rules and unspoken rules are very clear.

Similar to Zhou Congwen's - as long as you want, as long as I have the treatment, I have never seen it... It's not that there is no such treatment, there is only one person in China who has this kind of treatment - Huang Lao.

He never expected that the little doctor in Jianghai City would be treated the same as Huang Lao in the eyes of Olida Company.

Wang Xueteng knew that she was wrong, she wanted to calm down and deepen this impression.

But she doesn't have time for now.

Contact the big shelf and ask his staff to send it to the airport as soon as possible.

A group of people flew to the provincial capital, and the black trolley case was already greeted outside the airport.

Liu Wei was also very speechless when hundreds of thousands of dollars were delivered to Zhou Congwen so easily.

Zhou Congwen didn't know the diameter of the patient's blood vessels, so the trolley case was fully stocked. He opened it and checked it, and was quite satisfied.

"That's it? A clip costs 10,000+, which is equivalent to a car?" Liu Wei sighed while holding a shelf of aseptic packaging.

"Well, the profit is extremely high." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"The hearts of capitalists are too dark!" Liu Wei said bluntly.

Wang Xueteng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Did you start scolding the cook before eating the meal?And still scolding in front of his face.

"You can't say that. A shelf is indeed not worth so much money, but if you count the research funds in the early stage, it is about the same. Many researches on medicines and consumables are based on luck. Basically, it is trial and error. The correct way There is only one, as long as it fails, the previous investment will be in vain.”

"These are all money. If people don't earn it back, who will continue to research it. The road to sustainable development is basically made in this way. It is very common for companies to go bankrupt in order to develop a new drug. None of them It’s easy, but it’s a difficult scripture for a family.”

Liu Wei still didn't agree with what Zhou Congwen said.

This is a small car!No matter how expensive it is, it is not so expensive.

"Before the appearance of the big shelf, the only way to diagnose aortic dissection was surgery, and the success rate was quite low. But now, with this device, the success rate of the treatment of patients is at least ten times higher. Except for some rare types, all can Lower the bracket to solve it."

"But..." Liu Wei still kept his opinion.

"It's too expensive, isn't it?" Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, "Old Liu, you know about elephant nose surgery."

"I know, the biggest operation in cardiac surgery is said to be more difficult than a heart transplant."

"Heart transplantation is very simple, the key is the late rejection. The elephant nose surgery...may disappear in the future. If you encounter similar patients, you will directly get a stent."

"Impossible!" Liu Wei was surprised, "What about the branches of the carotid artery? Block them all?"

"3D printing, temporarily order the corresponding bracket according to the patient's own anatomical structure." Zhou Congwen replied flatly.

Liu Wei and Wang Xueteng looked at each other in astonishment.

What the hell is 3d printing? They know about 3D, and they also know about printing, but they don't know what it means when they are connected together.

Zhou Congwen did not explain further. It will take at least 3 years for the 15D printing technology to mature, and it will take 20-25 years for it to be transferred to the clinic.

It's still early.

Back to the Third Hospital of Jianghai City by car, Zhou Congwen read the films directly, explained the condition to the patient's family, and took Li Ran for surgery.

It was still an extremely crude X-ray machine, and it was still a skillful operation. It went in under a big frame, and the operation was completed in less than half an hour.

Li Ran looked relaxed and happy.

With Zhou Congwen's words, five or six people in the family came back, not only saving the patient, but also saving their whole family.

Technology, after all, is technology.It's just that Zhou Congwen's technology that can get a bracket worth several 10 RMB casually... It seems that he can't get it in his life.

After the operation, Zhou Congwen explained a few words to the patient, reassuring him that the operation has been completed and he will be discharged from the hospital in three days.

Patients and their families are still in a daze, completely unaware of what they have experienced.

Whether it was Zhou Congwen or Li Ran, even the most gossiping Shen Lang didn't say much. The patient's gratitude meant nothing to them, and doing the right thing was the most important thing.

"I heard from Shen Lang that you paid part of the hospitalization fee for the patient?" Zhou Congwen returned to the ward and asked Li Ran after he finished his work.

Li Ran was in a good mood, raised his hand and pulled the corner of his mouth upwards.

"Don't do such a stupid thing in the future." Zhou Congwen said.

"Congwen, this is not stupid." Shen Lang defended Li Ran.

"There are so many patients in the world, what is your salary alone?" Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "Surgery makes yourself more important. If you need it, ask the company for it. The multinational consortium has plenty of money."

"..."

"Clinical sales may cost hundreds of thousands, but the cost is actually very low. Anyway, if it's not free, you won't be able to use it. Selling personal favors is also good."

Zhou Congwen said simply.

"That's your favor, other people's is not so valuable."

"That depends on what you do in the future."

Li Ran didn't let go of his hand. He pondered Zhou Congwen's words carefully, and then pulled it up hard, making his smiling face brighter.

……

……

Note: The patient is a patient I met, and what happened to Li Ran was done by me.A sense of powerlessness, of despair.

This incident is also a hurdle that is difficult for me to overcome. Back then, I wished I could meet Dr. Zhou, and such a person could solve the problem with a phone call.

When I was a young doctor, there were 7 aortic dissections in patients with rib fractures, and none of them were missed.All other patients survived, and this patient was automatically discharged.

I didn't contact me after that, I didn't dare. At that time, I only had this little money in my hand, so let's treat it as dedication, or what else should I do.When I told people about this, they thought I was mentally ill.However, it is good to be honest in everything.

Hopefully, the outer layer of the aorta is strong enough after the patient is discharged from the hospital to become a "this can survive" kind of miracle patient.

As above.

Chapter 0512 as long as you lie fast enough

I went to the imperial capital to do a thoraco-abdominal joint operation on a newborn, and took care of it for three days. After returning, I performed an interventional operation under the X-ray machine to place a large frame.

Zhou Congwen was a little tired.

There was nothing wrong with the operation, it just made Zhou Congwen want to vomit all the way.

The country's infrastructure in the previous life was so good that the distance between cities was not as "far" as it is now.The bumps along the way are even harder than looking after a child in the neonatal intensive care unit.

After the operation, Zhou Congwen went to see the patient again.

He was actually quite helpless, he was very tired, but he seemed to be missing something without going to the ward to take a look, and he couldn't sleep well.

After the ward check, the patients were all stable, so Zhou Congwen went home directly to rest.

The past few days have been exhausted, sleeping in clothes every day, waiting for the newborn to take care of the newborn, even Zhou Congwen's body in his 20s is overdrawn to the limit.

After returning home, I washed and went to bed, and had nothing to say all night.

Early the next morning, Zhou was revived in situ from a state full of blood and blue.

After arriving at the hospital, seeing that Shen Lang had arrived, Zhou Congwen said hello.

"Congwen, where have you been, why have you been away for so many days?" Shen Lang saw Zhou Congwen's haggard face, stood up quickly, and moved to Zhou Congwen's side, "Congwen, did you go out with your girlfriend? I heard People say that you traveled and got married."

"..." Zhou Congwen was silent.

All kinds of gossip are like this, and they are not reliable at all.

"I said it's impossible, why don't you tell me when you're married?" Fortunately, Shen Lang explained later, proving that he still has a little bit of ability to distinguish right from wrong.

"But Congwen, you must be restrained. You see that you have dark circles under your eyes at a young age. A girlfriend is quite good, but it is still true to say that sex is a meat-cutting steel knife."

"What are you thinking!" Zhou Congwen scolded, "I went to 912 to have an operation, and I took care of it for three days after the operation."

Go to 912 for surgery...

Postoperative care for three days...

Reverse flying knife?

The Third Hospital of Jianghai City can invite Chen Houkun, which is already the highest level person that can be invited.

With the face of the grassroots hospitals, it is impossible to invite professors from the imperial capital to perform operations all year round.

But Zhou Congwen was fine, flying to 912 for surgery, Shen Lang's consciousness was dislocated, and he was a little dazed for a while.

"Is the director here?" Zhou Congwen asked while turning around to find Li Qinghua to sell the holiday.

"I came early in the morning, but now I'm not here. I went to the circulatory department to see the patient."

"We want open heart surgery?" Zhou Congwen was a little relieved, but also a little puzzled.

The gratification lies in the fact that Li Qinghua's spirit is so high that he is planning to perform cardiac surgery in the Third Hospital.But if you really think about it, it's impossible.

"No way, don't talk nonsense, you can't do laparoscopic surgery now, how can you have the energy to do extra-cardiac surgery." Shen Lang pulled Zhou Congwen in, "Sit down and rest quickly, your body is not good, after a few days The little face of the day patient is tired like an eggplant."

Zhou Congwen didn't explain what kind of patient it was, and explained that Shen Lang didn't know the specific difficulty, which was meaningless at all.

"Why did the director go?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"It is said that the son of an old patient in the People's Hospital is sick. If the child is dying, go and see." Shen Lang began to gossip, "Just now the patient's father came to find the director, and he just heard that our director was transferred. , so come and take a look."

"The patient's father's complexion is uglier than yours. I guess he must have endured it. Sigh, you said that a 13-year-old child's heart can't do it."

Zhou Congwen frowned, "13 years old? What's wrong?"

"It's myocarditis." Shen Lang didn't care much about the disease, and his attention was on other aspects, "The patient's father can hardly walk, and it's nothing else to come to our director. I think it's just depressed If you want to commit suicide, talk to the director."

Myocarditis?Zhou Congwen instantly recalled the relevant diagnostic criteria for myocarditis.

Myocarditis in children is generally viral, and if it takes a long time to cause organic changes, it is indeed quite difficult to treat.

Not to mention the level of medical care in 2002, even in 2032 this is a disease that causes headaches for doctors.

"I look very pitiful, with red eye circles, I don't know how many times I have cried." Shen Lang continued to gossip.

"Director, I guess it's just to comfort me, there's no other way. If you say that this person is fate..."

Shen Lang talked endlessly, without giving Zhou Congwen a chance to interject.

Seeing Shen Lang's way of speaking, Zhou Congwen even felt that he was a mute in his previous life, and the words of the two lives were combined in the whole life.

"Shen Lang, is there something wrong with the patient in Corey?" Zhou Congwen asked after listening for 2 minutes, but couldn't take it anymore, so he interrupted him.

"It's okay, Professor Chen will come for surgery tomorrow, and the patients are all ready." Shen Lang's thoughts were interrupted by Zhou Congwen, and he suddenly remembered something, and said mysteriously, "Congwen, I think Li Ran hasn't come home from get off work recently. , ran to the CT room to study the location of the small nodules."

Zhou Congwen was very pleased.

There is still a decent person, if everyone is like Shen Lang...

"Teach him, how long will you study on your own?"

"Huh? I'll teach him? Why not teach you?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"I'm just a salted fish, and I can't learn it even if I teach it." Shen Lang said indifferently, "I can use it as a personal person and write medical records. I am already worthy of the little money our unit gave me."

"There must be one to cure diseases and save lives..." Zhou Congwen was about to discuss values ​​when he was immediately interrupted by Shen Lang.

"speak English."

Zhou Congwen sighed helplessly.

"Learn some skills, and you will grow old." Zhou Congwen said simply.

"Tch, to fool the layman, tell me this." Shen Lang said contemptuously, "Let's not talk about anything else, which of the things for promotion titles are made by yourself, and which ones are meaningful?"

"..."

"The page fees of provincial magazines are several hundred. I heard that the unit will not reimburse this fee soon. What does the page fee have to do with those poor 'poets' writing shitty and bad poems with their own money? the difference?"

Zhou Congwen was also speechless.