The patient tried his best to hold Li Qinghua's hand tightly and said nothing.

"Aunt Bai, you..." Li Qinghua wanted to persuade the patient.

But with four eyes facing each other, Li Qinghua saw the light of survival from the patient's eyes.

Although weak, it does exist.

Originally, the patient had already suffered from respiratory failure and was in a state of dying state. However, the moment she held Li Qinghua's hand, she seemed to have predicted her ending, and tried her best to grab Li Qinghua's hand and said she would not let go of anything.

Li Qinghua's heart trembled.

"I...I...I...Save..." The patient wanted to say something, but after saying two words in a hoarse voice, he had no strength and could only try his best to grab Li Qinghua's hand.

But her strength was getting smaller and smaller, and not only did she not hold her hands tightly, but she gradually loosened.

Li Qinghua knows that the patient's lifespan will definitely not exceed 24 hours.

What to do?

There is nothing I can do about it myself.

"Director Li." Zhou Congwen shouted softly behind Li Qinghua.

"Well, Congwen, is there anything wrong?"

Zhou Congwen did not speak, but squinted his eyes and looked at the patient.

Li Qinghua was a little surprised. He said to the patient's family, turned around and patted Zhou Congwen on the shoulder, and returned to the director's office.

"Congwen, you don't want to have surgery, right?" Li Qinghua asked after entering the door.

"If you don't do the surgery, you can only last for 24 hours at most." Zhou Congwen stated a fact coldly.

"Oh." Li Qinghua sighed.

As we all know, patients have surgical contraindications and cannot undergo surgical treatment.

I'm afraid I can't get through the anesthesia level, so I died on the operating table.

"The contraindications for surgical lung volume reduction surgery are relative, and there is no more unified clinical standard at present." Zhou Congwen looked at Li Qinghua and said, "It's dead anyway. If you think you can withstand a medical dispute, we can give it a try."

"..." Li Qinghua was stunned for a moment.

What Zhou Congwen said seemed to have to undergo surgery.

But I don’t want to have surgery at all, and the patient’s condition does not allow it.

After working for so many years, how many moments have you seen when doctors are helpless? Li Qinghua no longer remembers it, but he understands very well that doctors are not gods and cannot cure all diseases.

Just as he was about to explain his attitude, Li Qinghua felt his hands tight, as if the patient tried his best to grasp his hands.

He subconsciously raised his hand, and the fingerprints left by the patient could be vaguely seen on his hand.

That was left by the patient just now with all his strength holding his hand. An old lady in her sixties left traces on her hand.

How uncomfortable is she?

How unwilling she to die?

Li Qinghua didn't know.

When Li Qinghua thought of the situation just now, he felt very uncomfortable.

If it were the past, I had no choice but to endure it. But now... if you have a thoracoscopic lung volume reduction surgery... it seems to be feasible.

Zhou Congwen seemed to understand Li Qinghua's thoughts, and he said in a deep voice, "A related statistics are available in Mayo Clinic."

"The thoracoscopic surgery to treat vanishing pulmonary syndrome takes 50.6±12.3 minutes, the postoperative thoracic drainage tube indwelling was 12.4±4.8 days, and the postoperative hospital stay was 13.8±5.6 days."

“Where is the mortality rate?”

"3.2%." Zhou Congwen gave an accurate number.

"Congwen, do you think anesthesia can pass?" Li Qinghua asked.

"I don't know." Zhou Congwen said the truth, "But the main problem is not the patient, but the patient's family. Their attitude is very strange, and I feel that someone is instructing him behind him."

Li Qinghua woke up in an instant.

It’s Zhu Jun, Zhu Jun!!

The logic is very simple. A large chest opening surgery must not be performed. The patient's condition is too weak, and the mortality rate will definitely not be 3.2% as Zhou Congwen said, but 32% or even 320%!

Director Zhu Jun and Director Zhu explained the situation to the patient naturally and gave a very "concerned" suggestion - thoracoscopy surgery has little damage, so you can give it a try.

If something happens, will there be a next one...

Li Qinghua has seen many similar things, such as the competition between several orthopedics of the People's Hospital is very fierce, and there are countless things to destroy each other.

These things are all about tears, so it’s better not to mention them.

Next, Director Zhu Jun and Director Zhu, he could know what his master did without even thinking about.

This is the upright "open plot". I wish the military people's hospital's helpless patients will join their army.

The most important thing is that Zhu Jun did not lie or a word of guilt.

Zhu Jun was upright and just gave the patient's family a normal medical advice, and whether Li Qinghua did this surgery would be nauseous.

Thinking of this, Li Qinghua was a little annoyed.

"Director, do you want to do it?" Zhou Congwen asked very seriously. His eyes were deep, and he saw the deepest part of Li Qinghua's heart.

"I..." Li Qinghua hesitated a little.

If the operation fails, it is likely to cause a major blow to the thoracoscopy that has just improved.

But if he didn't do it, Li Qinghua felt a little regretful.

"Congwen, what do you think?" Li Qinghua solicited Zhou Congwen's opinion.

"Congxin." Zhou Congwen said, "I firmly didn't want to do it when I didn't see the patient. Whether it was the patient's surgical contraindications or the strange manifestations of the patient's family, it proved that there might be problems after the operation."

"But what?" Li Qinghua heard the implicit words in Zhou Congwen's words.

"The patient has a strong desire to survive, and she doesn't want to die. Just in time, we can give it a try." Zhou Congwen said, "The rest depends on your director. I am still the responsible attending doctor. If there is a medical accident, the patient's family will sue the hospital and the health bureau. The trouble will be yours."

Zhou Congwen said it was very ruthless, but that's the case.

Zhu Jun forced Li Qinghua with moral shackles, and the patient was about to be suffocated to death, and his desire to survive was extremely strong, and Li Qinghua felt a little dazed.

"The mortality rate must be higher than what I said. If the surgery is done, I hope we can have good luck."

"The patient's family is the patient's family, and the patient is the patient." Zhou Congwen added another heavy sentence.

Li Qinghua was silent.

Surgery with a 1% mortality rate is already a high-risk operation. In the information Zhou Congwen just mentioned, the mortality rate of surgery in similar patients is as high as 3.2%!

But Zhou Congwen's words meant that the mortality rate was higher than 3.2%.

In fact, Li Qinghua knew very well that those suffering from severe heart diseases, such as coronary heart disease, pulmonary heart disease, and cardiac insufficiency; those suffering from severe respiratory diseases, chronic bronchitis active periods, and asthma attack periods are all contraindications for surgery.

Just count on your fingers, how many surgical taboos do the patient have?

Do it or not, this is a big problem.

It's not the college entrance examination, but it's better than the college entrance examination.

The answer to this question is not sure, and the main question is still a series of consequences that have to be endured after making a choice.

Li Qinghua sat down silently, staring at his right hand in a daze.
Chapter completed!