Zhou Congwen was joking with Liu Xiaobie, and the thoracic surgery department of the First Hospital of Medical University was bleak.

Director Tan of the Hospital Office sat in Director Hao's office, silently looking at Director Hao, and asking him with his eyes.

But Director Hao didn't say a word and had no intention of answering.

The daughter of a leader and secretary in the city pleaded hemoptysis. After 7 or 8 hours of rescue, she finally got controlled, but no one knew what to do next.

This is a "distant" patient. He is not very old, only 19 years old, but has been hospitalized less than ten times.

Every time, hemoptysis is done, every time he has to be rescued, and every time he makes a mess.

This patient gave Director Hao from the Department of Thoracic Surgery of the First Hospital of Medical University so worried that his hair was gray, and he was worried that this young ancestor would come to the hospital every month.

But worry is worry, my little ancestor will definitely come.

"Director Hao, say something, what should I do next..." Director Tan of the Institute Office finally slapped all his patience after a quarter of an hour and asked in a deep voice.

"What should I do... Director Tan, I don't know." Director Hao said helplessly.

"I don't know?!" Director Tan of the Institute Office raised his voice and he was a little angry.

Director Hao was like a dead dog, with a hob covered in flesh, spreading his hands to look at the sky.

"Director Tan, we all know what's going on with this patient." Director Hao sighed, "You said that when I first came half a year ago, after the rescue, I felt it was like bronchodilation. I was sent for CT and saw a place-occupying lesion in the upper left lung lobe. At that time, I didn't consider it was tuberculosis, but it should be lung cancer."

Director Tan of the Institute Office quietly listened to Director Hao’s complaints, and he was also very worried.

After returning from the Bordeaux Central Hospital, Director Tan of the Hospital Office squatted on 912 and waited for Mr. Huang.

I met and said, but Mr. Huang did not have the prestige of being at the Bordeaux Central Hospital at all. He was like an old man. He hummed and said a few words, and Director Tan of the Hospital Office was "invited" away by Deng Ming.

After he came back, he was scolded by Dean Lin. The matter seemed to be over, but Director Tan of the Institute knew that it was not.

After leaving that day, Mr. Huang actually wanted to chase the lucky bandits and underwent another ESD surgery for ampulla cancer... This made Director Tan more clearly recognize Mr. Huang's power.

Compared to myself, this is an absolute crushing force.

So when he saw Director Hao’s face was frustrated, a thought emerged in his mind - please Zhou Congwen come and take a look.

However, this can only be an idea and cannot be implemented.

You can kneel down, but Director Lin cannot kneel down at the First Hospital of Medical University.

If Zhou Congwen is invited openly, will the First Hospital of Medical University still be shameless? Can President Lin raise his head in front of President Chen next door in the future?

After thinking about it, Director Tan of the Institute Office was unable to make up his mind.

"Because the patient is young and has advanced cancer, there is not much possibility of hemoptysis. Besides, other examinations are not supported. Aren't we suggesting that the patient go to the Imperial Capital? But when he went to the Imperial Capital, nothing happened. The films of the examination can't even see the placeholder."

Director Hao became more angry the more he spoke.

He lowered his head and complained, "We have seen all kinds of strange things, but this disease seems to be about to cause trouble for us on purpose. In our hospital, patients pleated blood chewed, and when they went to the imperial capital, they were like nothing happened, and they couldn't even see the placeholder on the examination."

"Director Tan, you said, is this intentionally difficult?"

Director Tan of the Institute Office rebuked in a deep voice, "Who is difficult for you?"

"..." Director Hao was speechless. Knowing that Director Tan of the Institute might be angry, he sighed deeply.

"The leader has arranged that the patient's diagnosis must be clearly understood. There have been problems in our hospital three times in a row, and emergency rescue is very serious. When I go to the imperial capital, I feel like I have changed. There is nothing wrong. The pressure from the Linyuan Hospital is also great, and the city is urging me urgently."

Even Director Tan of the Institute himself thought this was particularly strange.

If it weren't for his special identity and belonging to Dean Lin's side, every word and action represented Dean Lin's words, he would rather suggest the patient to burn incense to see if it was effective.

I was about to die of illness in the First Hospital of Medical University. I vomited black blood and vomited black blood, but stopped the blood and went to the imperial capital. Nothing happened, and even the placeholder on the CT disappeared.

If you are sick, you will see a ghost.

If it's not a disease, Director Tan doesn't know how to explain it.

It’s not like the sayings of ghosts and gods come from the mouth of a director of the institute, what about the nine-year compulsory education?

Director Tan of the Hospital Office cannot say that, he can only put pressure on Director Hao.

"Oh. Director Tan, I have nothing to do." Director Hao sighed deeply, "I think it would be better to let the patient go to the imperial capital."

"What are you doing when you go to the imperial capital? After you go there, you're fine?"

"I'll live in the imperial capital from now on." Director Hao said sadly with his Mediterranean hair, "I guess the patient's fate is incompatible with our provincial capital."

"..." Director Tan of the Institute Office really wanted to slap Director Hao in the face.

Destined to be incompatible, what's the matter... don't say it, what's really reasonable.

Director Tan of the Institute also believes that this is the case, but some words are really hard to say.

"Oh." Director Tan of the Hospital Office sighed, and he glanced at Director Hao quietly, "How is your relationship with the second hospital next door?"

"What?" Director Hao looked at Director Tan of the Hospital Office in confusion.

It's so stupid, Director Tan of the Institute Office scolded him in his heart.

"Nothing." Director Tan of the Hospital Office said, "The patient lives here, so hurry up and ask the whole hospital for consultation!"

"Director Tan..."

"This is the order of President Lin, not to discuss with you." Director Tan of the Institute Office said in a very strict tone, "Once again and again, do you still have a director!"

Director Hao felt particularly wronged. This is not a disease at all, this is fate.

Why did Director Tan of the Institute Office tell him this? The "representative" President Lin criticized himself.

Until Director Tan of the Hospital Office left, Director Hao smoked half a box of cigarettes in a dull state, and was still a little stunned.

He went to take a look at the patient. The patient's hemoptysis was slightly better and he fell asleep halfway.

But Director Hao felt a little strange no matter how he looked at the patient.

In theory, if hemoptysis is done at a time, the patient should have a pale face, at least in a state of hemorrhagic shock.

But the patient's face looked OK and his vital signs were stable.

It seems like the same as before, as long as the patient is prevented from aspirating and controlling the blood that is ripped out, it will be fine.

strangeness.

Director Hao thought of the task assigned by Director Tan of the Hospital Office, and he was full of lawsuits.

He returned to his office and inserted the patient's CT film on the video reader and watched it carefully.

The face was just like that, Director Hao looked at it for a long time.

The placeholder lesion in the upper left lung lobe is very obvious. It looks like bleeding caused by rupture of a malignant tumor.

However, malignant tumors with a diameter of about 2 cm are not necessarily the same.

Director Hao pulled his hair down one strand after another.

By the time he came to his senses, it was already dawn.
Chapter completed!