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These two words hit Director Tan's head like a bolt from the blue.

Countless invisible silver snakes were running around, their bodies numb. Director Tan of the hospital office had a blank mind, and he was even more panicked than hearing his father's cerebral infarction.

Director Tan of the Hospital Office knew where his identity, status and clinical directors came from - they all came from President Lin's overwhelming power in the First Hospital of Medical University.

Before he became the vice president, if something happened to President Lin, the sky would fall and he would be crushed to pieces.

The next dean is willing to use himself as an old minister of the previous dynasty? What a joke.

My hard work for more than ten years has become a mirror and a moon.

The crying sound on the other side of the phone interrupted Director Tan of the Hospital Office, and then a vague and angry voice came, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"

Hearing this sentence, Director Tan "awakened".

"Lin Yuan, what's wrong with you? I...I'll go now..." Director Tan said repeatedly,

"The face is numb, the left side has a little facial paralysis, and I can't speak clearly. I guess it's a cerebral infarction. I've called 120. You can go directly to the hospital and ask for consultation with the relevant person."

After hanging up the phone, Director Tan of the Institute Office was shocked.

Director Lin’s situation seemed to be controllable, so he contacted the director of neurology as soon as possible.

When Director Tan of the Hospital Office learned that the best way to treat cerebral infarction is thrombolysis, he called Xiao Kai without hesitation without any difficulty.

Isn’t human favors used at this time? Even if there is no human favor, you will have it as you use it.

What's more, if President Lin doesn't say hemiplegia, even if he has a cerebral infarction and hemiplegia, he will have to step down from the second line. The next president will definitely not use himself as the director of the hospital office, and he was a useless person at that time.

Looking for Zhou Congwen, he did a good job in the interventional operation, so he must not leave any problems with Director Lin!

must!!

"Hey? Director Tan, I haven't slept so late." Xiao Kai's voice came, and there was a little noisy across the phone.

"Brother Xiao, I'm looking for Professor Zhou. Something happened to President Lin. Professor Zhou...phone number..."

Director Tan, who has always been so calm that he is a little cold-hearted, has a disorderly mind and even speaks something unsuccessfully. He is like he is drunk, which makes Xiao Kai, who is opposite the phone, stunned.

Xiao Kai waved his hand and calmed the little guys in the medical team.

"Director Tan, don't worry, let's talk about what's wrong."

As he said that, Xiao Kai put his phone on the table and turned it on.

"Director Lin is considering cerebral infarction. He is on the way to the hospital. Will Professor Zhou dissolve thrombosis?" Director Tan of the Hospital Office immediately straightened out his thoughts and said anxiously.

"Yes, I'll go right away." Zhou Congwen said firmly after hearing Director Tan's words from the hospital.

"Professor Zhou can do it, don't worry, we'll go there immediately. Stay in touch and tell me when we are hospitalized."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Kai smiled bitterly, "Professor Zhou, he is really busy."

"There is no way, this point should be a golden period, and the operation effect can be good." Zhou Congwen wiped his mouth, stood up and strode out.

Xiao Kai took out three photos of Little Red Bull from his pocket and threw them on the table. He did not tell who to pay the bill, and followed Zhou Congwen and left hurriedly.

"Medical first year? Didn't they say that their relationship is very bad as that of medical second year?" Peng Yiming habitually put away the money and asked strangely.

"Hi, Congwen is that way." Shen Lang said indifferently, "Whose patient is not a patient? Besides, the directors of the two hospitals don't see each other, what does it have to do with the medical treatment."

It was Shen Lang who knew Zhou Congwen, but Peng Yiming obviously didn't think so.

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"Professor Zhou." Xiao Kai pondered, "Does surgery be needed at this time?"

"Let's talk about it after you go and see it." Zhou Congwen said, "At this time, I found that it is still in the golden section. No matter how I do it, the effect will be good."

On the way, various situations across the street were called to report.

Dean Lin’s blood pressure is 184/94mmHg, heart rate is 79 beats/minute, blood oxygen saturation is 97%, etc.

Wake-up state, time and space directional forces are normal.

The bilateral pupils and other circles are sensitive to light reflexes. Slight left facial paralysis, left arm laterally neglected, limbs feel, and physical examination is normal.

There was no cooperation in physical examinations for amasonic exercise and meningeal stimulation, and no abnormalities were found in the heart and lungs and abdominal examinations.

Zhou Congwen frowned slightly all the way, not saying anything.

When he arrived at the first year of the Medical College, Director Tan of the Hospital Office had been standing below and waiting early in the morning. After receiving Zhou Congwen and Xiao Kai, he was not polite and took him to the MMA in a worried manner.

It was normal for the MMA to start up in the middle of the night, and Zhou Congwen didn't realize that something was wrong. For Zhou Congwen, MMA can be done 24 hours a day.

He has forgotten that it was 2003.

In this era, even in the provincial capital, it is rare to have an MRI in the middle of the night.

When he arrived at the MMI room, he just finished the inspection. Zhou Congwen was not polite and checked the physical examination for Dean Lin on the flat car. After that, he didn't say much, waved to ask someone to send Dean Lin away and went to the MMI room to see the image himself.

At this time, Director Tan of the Hospital Office also delivered the first CT video he had just finished to Zhou Congwen, and Director Hui of the Department of Neurology next to him stared at him.

But Director Tan of the Institute Office ignored him at all. Zhou Congwen has used countless facts to show that his technical level is one plane beyond the rest of the world.

When encountering a major event that the sky falls, if you don’t look for Zhou Congwen, do you still have to listen to Director Hui’s joke?

At the most critical moment, Director Tan of the Institute Office chose Zhou Congwen.

Craniocerebral CT scan showed right temporal parietal edema and possible placeholding effects, suggesting that infarction or tumor may be possible.

The craniocerebral MRI scan + enhancement shows that large hutilary edema on the right temporal parietal lobe with diffusion restriction, and arbitrary bleeding in the adjacent area. At the same time, focal diffusion restriction can be seen in the left thalamus.

Because it is an emergency department, the edema is obvious and the possibility of tumor cannot be ruled out.

I just finished my physical examination a while ago, and the video materials at that time were also read.

After reading it, Zhou Congwen said, "The initial consideration is infarction, please do angiography. If there is any problem, thrombolysis will be performed. Do equipment have it?"

Director Tan of the hospital office had no idea what Zhou Congwen was saying at all, so he looked at Director Hui of the Department of Neurology.

Director Hui shook his head, "We haven't done it yet."

"Is the blood test done by using the circulatory department? Take a look and go to the surgery if there are no special contraindications."

Zhou Congwen's words were firm and unquestionable.

Director Hui frowned, unhappy, but didn't say anything.

Although he didn't know what Zhou Congwen did today, the world's number one cardiothoracic surgeon has been in full swing recently, and Director Hui knew it.

Zhou Congwen and Director Tan of the Hospital Office went directly to the operating room, and Director Hui returned to the ward in depressed manner.

"Director, what should I do? I will give aspirin 81mg/day and atorvastatin 80mg orally. Do you think I need anything else?" asked the second-line professor on duty today.

"I'm paralyzed, I know what I want!" Director Hui was a little bolder after returning to the ward and cursed.
Chapter completed!