Mr. Fang looked for topics all the way to chat with Zhou Congwen. Zhou Congwen had something to do in his heart, and his careless kindness made Mr. Fang feel a little uncomfortable.

This uncle really has a temper.

Immediately, Mr. Fang remembered the rumor of 912 - Zhou Congwen transformed after undergoing surgery, so that he and Mr. Huang had to bow and apologize to Director Zou of the Anesthesiology Department before undergoing a newborn operation.

This was the rhythm of being angry with the brave nurse of the night, and was about to go on stage to scold the boss who was brave.

Mr. Fang's heart suddenly rose.

There are too many legends about Zhou Congwen, and they are irritable. The incident of hanging Dr. Miyamoto on the wall at Wellington Hospital was almost all rumored to have been circulated.

The doctor has a relatively high education, so few people use fists to solve problems, but this junior teacher is an outlier.

Mr. Fang was excited. As long as he didn't break the person, he saw what was so great about the fun...

After changing his clothes, Mr. Fang followed Zhou Congwen carefully, thinking in his mind what he should do if his uncle taught him a lesson to Mr. Wei.

Should I pull it, or become a transparent person, and not pull it.

"Here, Professor Zhou." Mr. Fang hesitated and led Zhou Congwen to the emergency room.

He kicked open the door (note), and a strange smell came to him.

Zhou Congwen frowned.

Hepatobiliary surgery rarely has this kind of odor, and it is usually a gastrointestinal patient. If gastrointestinal surgery takes a surgery to extract feces, it is very common for gastrointestinal surgery to avoid eating for three days and three nights after going on.

What kind of patient is this?

"Why are they all here?" Mr. Fang was stunned when he saw the people inside.

"Don't mention it, I'm having a troublesome patient." The doctor who was undergoing the operation sighed, "Please give me another mask, I'm almost out of my way."

"Isn't it a liver and gallbladder surgery?" Mr. Fang asked.

"It was indeed cholecystitis before the operation. I saw the patient's intestinal perforation during the operation..." Mr. Wei, who had liver and gallbladder, sat in the corner, and was almost crying. He frowned and said, "I had my gallbladder removed and asked the gastrointestinal tract to consult with him."

"Then why don't you leave?"

"Old Hu disagreed and said he wanted me to accompany him." Mr. Wei said with a sad face.

"That won't be crying."

"It's not crying, it's just being so smoky that I shed tears." President Wei said in a muffled voice, it was obvious that he had to be cautious even when he breathed.

Zhou Congwen ignored Mr. Wei and came to the operating table.

The surgeon just opened his peritoneum and there were a large amount of intestinal contents, gastric juice, feces, food residues, etc. in the abdominal cavity.

"Is the patient's stomach soft before the operation?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Yes." Mr. Wei said, "I checked my body, and Murphy felt tenderness. The ultrasound was considered acute cholecystitis. But as soon as I had surgery, I saw something was wrong, so I was anxious to call Lao Hu for consultation."

"Which salt water, rinse." The savage glanced at Mr. Wei who was sitting in the corner and said contemptuously, "I tell you, Xiao Wei, if you leave, don't blame me for saying that you misdiagnosed."

"Old Hu, you can eat randomly, but you can't speak randomly. I can't press my stomach, so the doctor in the emergency department can testify to me."

"I'm not happy, please stop messing with me."

"Old Hu, what's wrong with you?" asked the boss with a heart.

"I've been complained." Mr. Wei said, "They have a patient with diabetes today, ordered glucose, and the family came to find Lao Hu."

“Not added insulin?”

"How can I not add it if I add it? But the patient's family did not agree, so they insisted that patients with diabetes could not use glucose. Lao Hu explained to the person, "What energy and biochemistry, they didn't listen at all."

"How could it be?" The instrument nurse handed over the warm salt water. Although she was holding her breath and trying to breathe as little as possible, she couldn't help but say something.

"Or why you don't know what you know in the operating room? If you don't deal with patients or patients' families, you won't know the hardships on the front line of the clinical line." Mr. Wei sat in the corner with a little depressed feeling, "Now I am a patient's family, please ask me to try."

"Just try it. Do you think we don't contact patients." The instrument nurse said dissatisfied.

"Doctor, why do you use glucose for my mother?" Mr. Wei is also a living treasure. He endured the stench while bored and asked the nurse to talk and play with the stinking.

"It's okay, that liquid is filled with insulin."

"But my mom has diabetes, you actually use glucose."

"It is good for the body to use it. Insulin is added. Do you know insulin? It is used to eliminate sugar."

"I understand everything you said, but diabetic patients cannot use glucose."

The equipment nurse's mask moved obviously, as if the next sentence was - You know what's the point.

But she still held back at the end and didn't say anything about scolding.

"I can't use it directly, but I used insulin to eliminate sugar... to neutralize the glucose inside. Normal human body still needs energy, glucose..."

"My mother's blood pressure started to rise after using glucose!" Mr. Wei imitated vividly, and Zhou Congwen even saw Mr. Hu's hands trembling on the operating table.

No one can do anything about the family of a patient who can't explain it clearly or listen to it.

"Insulin, glucose and blood pressure have nothing to do with it. Have you taken antihypertensive medicine irregularly recently?" The instrument nurse endured her irritability and tried hard to answer in a normal tone.

"I'm going to sue you! If my mother has diabetes, you can even hang sugar water!"

"..." The instrument nurse was speechless.

"Shut up!" Mr. Hu was so upset that he shouted in a deep voice.

"It's like this in the ward. There are so many similar people going there, and it's unreasonable. Our 912 is pretty good. The patients are a little bit awe-inspiring, and the lower-level hospitals are even more chaotic." Mr. Wei sat in the corner, constantly wiping his tears.

The exhaust in the operation room was obviously not enough, and it was really eye-catching.

Zhou Congwen estimated that the feces and food in the abdominal cavity were at least 1,000ml. It was strange that the stomach was like this. It was at least a plate-shaped abdomen, but Mr. Wei said it was not.

There are not many strange and strange things in clinical practice, and Zhou Congwen is not too worried about this.

After sucking, the gastrointestinal boss began to find out the problem. The small intestine perforation was 50cm away from the ileocecal part, with a diameter of about 2.0cm. Feces and a small amount of incompletely digested vegetables, bean paste, and bean shell-like food residues can be seen.

"Prepare more warm salt water, and you have to rinse it repeatedly." The gastrointestinal boss turned his head and rubbed his eyes on the assistant's shoulder.

His eyes were filled with tears, not because of the deep love, but because of the spicy taste.

Zhou Congwen's brows became tighter and tighter. He had already realized what the system task meant - the operation in front of him.

If there is no system task prompt and you don’t come up by yourself, you may cause a big disaster.

"Wait a moment."

The electric knife in the hands of the gastrointestinal boss was about to fall, Zhou Congwen suddenly said.
Chapter completed!