Back in 2002 as a doctor

"It is said that half a month ago, there was a female reporter who just joined the newspaper office, she was only in her 20s, and she twisted her foot. I came to our orthopedics department to take a look, and said that the bone was fine and went home to raise it."

The hospital always didn't want Zhou Congwen to have an operation in his heart, so he started gossip.

"She asked for leave to rest, but she fell into a coma within two or three days, and went directly to the ICU after she was sent."

"Huh?" Wen Yuan looked at Zhou Congwen who was busy, thinking about what he always said in the hospital, and was a little puzzled.

But in an instant, Wenyuan thought of a possibility, "The embolus fell off and caused pulmonary embolism?"

"Yeah." The hospital manager nodded, "Professor Wen, you said that you might die if you sprain your ankle. The state of this old man... To put it bluntly, if you don't touch it, you will be scum, if you touch it, you will rely on it. What if you die on the operating table after the operation.”

Wen Yuan was tangled in his heart, and he didn't want Zhou Congwen to have an operation either.

But the gods I invited can let Zhou Congwen go back directly?If that's the case, I'm afraid I won't be able to talk to Zhou Congwen for the rest of my life.

What the hell, did I lose my head? The first time I came to find Zhou Congwen, I picked such a patient.

It is easy to ask God to send God away, and Wen Yuan is faced with such a disgusting thing.

He sighed, "Wait."

"Professor Wen, surgery..."

"Prepare to explain before the operation." Seeing Zhou Congwen patiently comforting the patient, Wen Yuan felt even more complicated.

Zhou Congwen was not joking, he really wanted to perform the operation with the patient lying on the left side.

Hypertension, diabetes, coronary heart disease, emphysema, a series of geriatric diseases, and the patient had undergone cholecystectomy and had jaundice, all of which fell into Wen Yuan's heart one after another like stones.

He has recently studied ERCP surgery. Although he has never had it, he still knows what to say before the surgery.

Wen Yuan didn't go to rest either, and sat nervously in the office and began to sort out the materials.

In every preoperative explanation, Wen Yuan weighed every word carefully, magnifying the complications and talking about the most serious ones.

The hospital manager looked at it a few times, and said with a wry smile, "Professor Wen, the patient's family should not be scared to death after reading this preoperative explanation."

"With surgery, 90.00% of them will die, and if they don't have surgery, they will die [-]% of the time. Let's just explain it." Wen Yuan gritted his teeth and said.

He perfected the preoperative explanation, but Zhou Congwen's side was not over yet.

After waiting for 6 hours, Wen Yuan sat on a chair and fell asleep three times before Zhou Congwen led the patient's family members in.

Chapter 1216 Zhou Congwen's Ecstasy Soup

"Professor Wen, did you write the instructions before the operation?" Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

He didn't feel tired at all, and he didn't have negative emotions such as impatience and anger. It seemed that the ward was not a ward, but a bridal chamber. After leaving the ward, Zhou Congwen was in good condition.

"It's finished." Wen Yuan's heart began to beat thumping, as if something bad was about to happen.

"I come……"

"Professor Zhou, let me explain." Wen Yuan said immediately, "I'm not familiar with ERCP, so I can't help you."

Zhou Congwen smiled, "That's fine, I'll take the patient to the ERCP room."

Wen Yuan asked the patient's family to sit down, and he explained to the patient's family one by one.

But unexpectedly, the obedience of the patient's family members was quite good, not so good. To say the least, the patient's family members did not have any objection.

"that……"

Wen Yuan felt that the education level of the patient's family members was relatively low, so he didn't understand what he meant.

He interrupted his words and looked at the patient's family seriously.

"Do you understand what I said?" Wen Yuan asked.

"Understood, it means that the risk of the operation is very high, and there is a high probability... No, basically it will not work." The patient's family members nodded honestly.

Although his face was pale, he still managed to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Huh?" Wen Yuan was taken aback, what ecstasy soup Zhou Congwen had given to the patient's family just now, how could he be so obedient.

When Wen Yuan saw the patient before, he had his own judgment. The family member of this patient belongs to the kind of low-educated and stubborn people.

It's only been a few hours, why does it feel like he and Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou are like old friends who have known each other for many years.

Moreover, the patient's family members said frankly that they knew that the operation would probably lead to death, and he had no intention of objecting at all!

"Here, for example, when the sphincter is cut, there may be bleeding after the operation, resulting in blockage of the bile duct. This complication often occurs. A few days ago, the hospital next door invited foreign experts to perform a similar operation, and this problem occurred after the operation."

"I know, Dr. Zhou told me all about it." The patient's family said, "I don't understand what triad or pentalogy is. Anyway, Dr. Zhou said that my dad's illness is just in time. A month ago, I had to drag him home to wait to die."

"..." Wen Yuan already had the image of Zhou Congwen pouring ecstasy soup on the patient's family in his mind.

"That is to say, the operation is very difficult, and it may not be possible to recover after the operation."

"Doctor Zhou also said that." The patient's family continued, "Professor Wen, don't worry, I will fully cooperate.

That... If something happens, it will be my dad's bad luck.

Alas, my father has been honest all his life, and he has never done anything harmful. He should be a little lucky when he gets old. "

Hearing that the patient's family members blamed the incident on luck, and said categorically that the failure of the operation was due to bad luck, Wen Yuan was a little puzzled.

In just a few hours, it seems that no matter what you do, you can't make the patient's family have such a great sense of trust.

How did Zhou Congwen do it?

He felt that he was not awake, so that he had hallucinations.

Impossible, if patients and their families cooperate in this way, the difficulty of the medical industry will be directly reduced from the hell level to the normal difficulty level.

Moreover, the patient's family is facing the possibility that their father will die anytime, anywhere, why does he cooperate like this?

Are you terrified?Wang Zha hasn't come up with his sentence that 99% of the patients die after surgery, and 100% of them die without surgery.

Wen Yuan was full of suspicion.

"Professor Wen, I know that 99% of my dad died after surgery, and 100% died without surgery."

"..."

Before Wen Yuan could say anything, Wang Zha first said it from the mouth of the patient's family.

The roles were reversed, Wen Yuan was blown dizzy after hearing this sentence.

"I will sign." The family member of the patient said with certainty, "I will trouble you for other matters, Professor Wen."

"You..." Wen Yuan looked at the patient's family members wiping tears in surprise, hesitating and not knowing what to ask.

"The level of our second hospital is high, and the doctors are caring. My dad can live in him, and he can perform the operation overnight. I am already very content." The patient's family tried hard to force a smile after wiping away their tears.

But his sincere smile is uglier than crying, Wen Yuan couldn't bear to watch it.

"Dr. Zhou...Professor Wen, you have such a good doctor as Dr. Zhou under your command. Your level must be high. I believe you."

Wen Yuan was completely confused this time.

If an old doctor shows his cards and brings out a series of honors to bask in the sun, the patient's family will definitely trust him.

But there is a problem - Zhou Congwen is so young, no matter what he says, the patient's family members will probably think it is bragging.

If I were the family member of the patient, I would definitely think so.

Strange thing, what did Zhou Congwen do to make the patient's family bewildered.What brand of ecstasy soup is this and why is it so easy to use.

"Why do you trust me so much?" Wen Yuan probed in a low voice.

The family member of the patient wiped away the tears from his eyes, and said with red eyes, "Didn't the next bed just get out of surgery, and he is still in a daze. After he woke up just now, he scolded his son."

Where does it go, Wen Yuan was silent and listened quietly.

"The patient who had the operation said, look how filial the child in the next bed is, and has been waiting in front of the bed."

"..." Wen Yuan vaguely understood what happened, and his heart throbbed.

"He didn't notice that Dr. Zhou was wearing white clothes, so he vaguely thought it was my brother." The family member of the patient said hoarsely, "I, a son, can't believe that a doctor can do this. Professor Wen, you bring Good doctor, I am really grateful."

Wen Yuan felt ashamed and wanted to stick his head between his legs.

Hearing what the patient's family said, he felt ashamed.

What did Zhou Congwen do?He just did what a doctor should do, maybe there are other things, and the patient's family really accepted him like that.

Communication, understanding, empathy, technology, diagnosis, surgery, all of these require talent, but beyond talent?

Clinical practice is both simple and complex. Zhou Congwen's surgery can simplify the complexity, and the communication has also reached this point.

"Then sign it." Wen Yuan said in a deep voice, "Let me tell you the truth, there is no guarantee that your father will step down alive, we will do our best."

"thanks, thanks."

The patient's family was overwhelmed with gratitude, and Wen Yuan couldn't bear to say anything more because of his simplicity.

As for the operation... Wen Yuan had no idea at all, and his heart was empty and a little confused.I hope, I hope Zhou Congwen can successfully get the operation off.

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Note: This is what I experienced. A patient recovering from severe traumatic brain injury confusedly thought that I was the patient's son. Emmm, I got along very well with the patient's family, and I was sad for a few days when I sent the old man away.

In fact, I think good people are the vast majority, whether they are patients, their family members, doctors or nurses.

As above.

Chapter 1217 Time-limited surgery?nonexistent

After entering the ERCP room, Wen Yuan was still a little confused.

The resentment that Zhou Congwen promised to teach him ERCP but didn't take the initiative before has long since disappeared.

Wen Yuan has been thinking about Zhou Congwen ever since he communicated and played with the patient's family.

Technically speaking, Zhou Congwen is impeccable.This is nonsense, he is number one in the world, when is it his turn to pick and choose.

What Wen Yuan was confused about was Zhou Congwen's sense of responsibility.

Generally speaking, the doctors Wen Yuan encountered were those with higher levels and greater tempers.The vast majority of surgeons do not communicate with the family members of the patients, and are only responsible for the operation.

But Zhou Congwen was different.

He doesn't do everything by himself, usually there are 2-3 operating rooms in the operating room, and Wen Yuan has seen Zhou Congwen walking around with his hands behind his back countless times.

But today's Zhou Congwen gave Wen Yuan a brand new feeling.

What did he do?Just what a doctor does.But it is this kind of duty and heart that makes Wen Yuan palpitate.

"Professor Wen, come up with gloves on."

When Wen Yuan entered the operating room, Zhou Congwen had already adjusted his position.

"We have 20 minutes, hurry up."

Wearing sterile gloves, Zhou Congwen comforted the patient in a soft voice, and gave him a spray of anti-asthma medication.

Wen Yuan put on sterile gloves to assist Zhou Congwen in the operation.

The patient had cor pulmonale for 10 years, and both lungs were combined with multiple bullae, and he had severe mixed pulmonary dysfunction. He could only lie on the right side at ordinary times, and he was prone to severe dyspnea and asthma when lying on his back or on the left side.

The 20 minutes mentioned by Zhou Congwen is already the upper limit, not the lower limit.

The operation time is up to 20 minutes. Once the patient can't help but start tossing, the operation can't be done!

But when the gastroscope went in, Wen Yuan was suddenly dumbfounded.

The patient's gastric cavity was twisted and the gastric antrum was deformed, resulting in deformation of the pylorus and difficulty in passing the mirror body.

After all, it is a patient who has undergone surgery, so these... are all expected.

The time limit can be superimposed, the difficulty of the operation suddenly increases, and Wen Yuan's head buzzes all of a sudden.

It was as if countless flies were whistling in his ears.

"Professor Zhou, this..." Wen Yuan looked at Zhou Congwen sideways and said in embarrassment.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Gastric cavity torsion, gastric antrum deformation, mirror..."

"The mirror has passed, concentrate on it, and hurry up." Zhou Congwen said lightly, looking at the screen of the gastroscope in front of him.