Chapter 1033 Guiding Light

"Mr. Wei, what's going on with the patient? Let me tell you briefly." Zhou Congwen asked after walking out of the surgery room.

"Professor Zhou, I also find it strange." The boss of the carcinogen said quickly, "I have always been very careful about the patient. After all, Director Deng personally called to greet him.

It was originally fine, and the admission examination and everything else went smoothly, and the liver source was also connected. But a few days ago, suddenly one day the nurse and the hygienist came to me together."

"Oh? I smelled the wine while cleaning the bathroom?" Zhou Congwen guessed the incident.

"Yes..." said the gastrointestinal boss, "Director Deng, we, Director Yang, left a single room. The sanitary staff said that the bathroom in the single room smelled very much, and asked me to tell me not to let the patient's family drink in the ward."

"I went to the side to find out that the patient's daughter was only accompanied by the patient. She insisted that the patient did not drink alcohol."

As he said that, the boss of the liver and gallbladder scratched his head, "I'm hospitalized and I'm going to have a liver transplant. I'm wondering who is still in the mood to drink, you said yes, Professor Zhou."

"That's true." Zhou Congwen said.

"But when I passed by the separate bathroom in a single room, I also smelled the wine. Later, I simply made a pee routine, and the nurse could smell the urine even when wearing a mask."

"If you want to have a liver transplant, you actually drank a lot of alcohol before... Similar patients are rare in our department. But there are still a very small number of people who do this. In our words, this is just killing oneself."

Zhou Congwen nodded.

After hearing what he said, things were still a bit strange overall, but Zhou Congwen didn't know what was strange about it for a while.

Doctors and nurses have "personal evidence" and "physical evidence" for objective testing, but Zhou Congwen thinks from the patient's perspective, but there is no reason to drink.

It is true that liver transplantation is a trivial matter for alcoholics. As long as you can drink a sip of wine, everything else can be ignored.

But after following Mr. Wei to the ward, he took a look at the patient and chatted for a few minutes. Zhou Congwen became more and more sure that the patient should not be the kind of person who is addicted to alcohol.

When he returned to the office, Mr. Wei took out all the test forms of the patient for Zhou Congwen to read.

After turning over the test sheets one by one, Zhou Congwen focused on it.

"Professor Zhou, I also find it strange, but Director Yang's opinion is that if the patient is addicted to alcoholism, the surgery should be suspended first. Otherwise, once the liver transplantation is carried out, the patient..."

"There is almost no alcohol content in the blood, but the alcohol content in the urine is very high." Zhou Congwen took out the abnormal test sheet and said softly.

"Yes." Mr. Wei nodded, "Look..."

The boss of the carnal heart was very tactful and did not interrupt Zhou Congwen's thinking.

In 912, there was an old man in the family. When Mr. Huang had not gone to the front line, he encountered difficult and complicated diseases. The first thought of Mr. Huang was the first thing that everyone thought of.

Regardless of whether it is a cardiothoracic surgery disease or not, as long as there is a problem that cannot be solved, everyone will go to Huang Lao’s office to ask for advice.

Although it has nothing to do with cardiothoracic surgery, most people have results in their advice.

Mr. Huang is so experienced that he is outrageous. Many other people's dewy diseases can be pointed out in front of him in a few simple words.

Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou, the closed disciple of Mr. Huang, seemed to be even more awesome than Director Deng, and actually inherited Mr. Huang's rich clinical experience.

The brave boss looked at Zhou Congwen quietly thinking, but he was thinking about all kinds of messy things in his mind.

Just now, if Zhou Congwen hadn't been "interesting" in his stomach, Lao Hu would have been burned.

After taking the stage for a few minutes, he stopped a vicious incident, which made President Wei look at Zhou Congwen with admiration.

Maybe, right.

Mr. Huang is a god-like man, and his closed disciples seem to... should... maybe... also have the potential to become a god.

Zhou Congwen pondered for a long time, and his straight waist gradually bent down.

Mr. Wei felt in a daze that the person sitting in front of him was not the young Professor Zhou, who was in his prime, but the vicissitudes of life.

More than ten minutes later, Zhou Congwen tapped the table with his right hand like a boss, and his voice was monotonous and cold.

After a few minutes, the noisy noise outside the door gradually became louder.

The fireworks in the world spread as the sun rises, and another new day comes.

Zhou Congwen suddenly paused when he tapped the desktop, took out his cell phone, and even looked at the screen of the phone, pressing a series of numbers.

This is……

"Boss, have you gotten up?" Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

"Are you up, is there something wrong?" Huang Lao replied.

Zhou Congwen briefly explained the patient's affairs.

"I initially suspected that the patient might have homemade wine syndrome, but the test test showed that the alcohol content in the blood was not high, so I ruled out. Now I'm considering..."

Zhou Congwen said and paused.

"How much blood sugar? Have diabetes? Is it good to control it?" Huang Lao Youran asked.

"Yes, I'm also considering the problem of blood sugar." Zhou Congwen seemed a little excited because he found the same answer as himself in his boss.

And the boss directly pointed out that it was blood sugar, which means that his guess was correct!

A vague concept is instantly clear.

Zhou Congwen has confidence in his boss, just like he has confidence in his surgical skills.

"The blood sugar is not well controlled, but I haven't asked about related matters yet." Zhou Congwen said directly, "When he was admitted to the hospital, the blood sugar was 7.2mmol/L, but the review value yesterday had increased to 11.5mmol/L."

"Check it out." Huang Lao said, "The blood sugar may increase, and this may occur."

"Chebai Nian?"

"Don't you know everything? Why do you call me? Young people, you must believe in their own judgment." Huang Lao scolded softly.

"I can't understand, come to you, boss, to gain confidence. I'm the first time I've encountered a similar situation." Zhou Congwen smiled.

"I'll know next time." Huang Lao said, "You come to the imperial capital, don't leave for the time being, I'll go back the day after tomorrow."

"nailed it?"

"basically."

"Okay!" Zhou Congwen said happily.

"Go home with me for dinner." Old Huang said blindly.

"..." Zhou Congwen's expression suddenly froze.

It seemed as if the extreme cold and frost had arrived, solidifying his expression.

Xiao Kai stood aside and realized something was wrong with Zhou Congwen, but he didn't dare to ask what was going on.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Congwen leaned back, as if he was thinking about something.

His posture was very similar to his boss's contemplation.

"Professor Zhou, is it caused by diabetes? It's impossible." Xiao Kai asked in disbelief.

Diabetes and alcohol seem to have no connection.

"Yes." Zhou Congwen seemed to be wandering outside the sky and responded.

"Then...you...this is..."

"I'm going to see my master's wife, I'm a little worried." Zhou Congwen was not happy, but his expression was solemn.
Chapter completed!