"Jianghai City, I work in the Third Hospital." Zhou Congwen looked up and smiled slightly at the obstetrician.

An old acquaintance, but she doesn't know herself yet.

This is a very wonderful feeling, and it was the first time Zhou Congwen noticed it.

Everyone in the room knew themselves, but they didn’t know themselves, which was a bit strange. This feeling was not strong when they were just reborn. After all, people in the Third Hospital knew themselves, but they just didn’t know that they were reborn.

"How old are you this year? I think you are not old, are you thirty? Do you have a child?" asked the obstetrician.

"I'm not married yet."

"I've been exposed to interventional surgery so early, okay?" the obstetrician asked after cutting off the last knot.

"I just had a girlfriend, and it's still early to get married. Just avoid the line when I want my child in the first half of the year, so there's no delay." Zhou Congwen replied with a smile.

"Have your hospital conducted an interventional operation?" the obstetrician asked in confusion, "The level is really high, I look much better than Old Xu."

"I occasionally do one example, but only the fluoroscopy machine. A few days ago, I got an aortic stent under the fluoroscopy machine." Zhou Congwen put down the medical record and said with a relaxed smile.

The patient's past history was fine, and it was just a coincidence that the amniotic fluid embolism occurred. After looking through the medical records, Zhou Congwen felt relieved.

"Xiao Zhou, in the future, you come to work at 912 and your girlfriend will be transferred here. Mr. Huang must be responsible, otherwise it will be easy to break up if he is in another place." The obstetrician escaped from death, sweating all over his body, and said a few words to relax his tense nerves.

"Do I have no problem with this?"

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The sudden racing made the operating room quiet for a while, and then burst into laughter.

"It's indeed our surgical staff, and this time I'm sure." Deng Ming laughed, "But don't worry about Xiao Zhou. His girlfriend is the boss of a venture capital investment. She is not small in scale and is not within the system. I think she lives in the imperial capital, so I guess it's just a matter of one word."

"Yo, I'm young and promising."

"It's okay." Zhou Congwen smiled slightly.

"By the way, why do you have to cut it open? If you do this, you will easily get infected." The obstetrician asked.

"There is no way, you must choose one for infection and life-saving." Zhou Congwen said, "Moral chest opening heart compression can better maintain hemodynamic stability than external chest compression. The cardiac blood discharge during chest opening is twice that of traditional chest compression, which can significantly improve the patient's survival rate and abnormal changes in neurological function within 72 hours."

The obstetrician took a look at Deng Ming, and Deng Ming said, "We don't have amniotic fluid embolism in our department, so I don't understand it."

Her meaning was very clear. When the rescue was first rescued, Director Deng Ming did not say that he would cut it open and press it directly.

Apart from heart trauma, I didn’t seem to hear anything that requires incision and compression.

But Deng Ming told her clearly that he didn't.

The obstetrician was a little confused. If all this was decided by Mr. Huang, it would be fine.

Who is Mr. Huang? He is a national treasure-level figure. He has seen fewer cases than he has seen, and there are still many more people.

But Dr. Xiao Zhou is so young, how could he be so familiar?

Zhou Congwen seemed to have read the psychological activities of obstetricians and explained, "There is no large-scale sample in China for the time being, and there are related research abroad."

"European and American countries reported that the incidence rate is 1.9/100,000 to 6.1/100,000, and the mortality rate is as high as 61% to 86%. Ice caps, e-touch, incision and incision of chest compression are relatively mature methods."

The obstetrician sighed.

I am not as good as a thoracic surgeon... No, I am also a thoracic surgeon who comes to the imperial capital to watch the fun.

He shouldn't be like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden to see everything fresh.

But Zhou Congwen was unfamiliar with no sense of alienation, including the e-touch device that had just arrived.

Just like he worked in 912 for many years, he was even familiar with doctors in the operating room.

What a weird little doctor, no wonder he was favored by Mr. Huang.

How many years has Mr. Huang confiscated his students? He can say that his peaches and plums are silent and his students are self-developed. However, the students who are truly recognized must be graduate students and doctoral students from Mr. Huang.

Wow, the interventional surgery is fine, but I don’t know how to open my chest, but the interventional surgery is so powerful, how bad can the chest be opened?

The key is that it is one thing to have good surgery, and your brain is fast. You almost threw yourself under the car and were crushed by the tires.

Recalling the topic of ED just now, the obstetrician shook his head helplessly.

This kind of driving skills must be an experienced driver.

If it weren't for the young who could be seen with the naked eye, no one would have believed that an old driver like Zhou Congwen was a young man.

Everyone chatted lightly and tested a few more blood qi analyses, and the patient's condition gradually stabilized.

"Go down." Mr. Huang stood up, "Deng Ming, send someone who knows e-touch to assist in the obstetrics care."

"Okay." Deng Ming said without hesitation.

E-touch is a new machine for 912. If you want to successfully install the pipe successfully, Deng Ming can do it except Huang Lao.

It seems that he has to watch it himself, Deng Ming knows what his boss means. Unfortunately, he can't communicate with Zhou Congwen.

Seeing his boss and Zhou Congwen leave, Deng Ming felt a little regretful.

The last time I went to Jianghai City, I saw my boss arching his hands and waist. Zhou Congwen felt it was interesting in the same posture.

But since Zhou Congwen was slapped by his boss, I don’t know what they talked about, and I can never see such a "harmonious" scene again.

Deng Ming has always wanted to ask.

pity.

"Boss, why are you doing so hard?" Zhou Congwen accompanied Mr. Huang to change his clothes and asked softly.

"After all, it's an organ. If it can be saved or saved, the patient will be young." Mr. Huang said naturally.

"But don't you think you're older?"

"How is that possible? Don't think I can't finish the operation without you." Old Huang smiled and reached out and patted Zhou Congwen on the back. "At the beginning, you made trouble, otherwise I would have been selected that time."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhou Congwen did not argue with his boss and nodded gentlely, "That's right, you just do an interventional surgery, won't you be scolded when you go home?"

"..." Old Huang's face changed, "I see which little guy dares to say it."

"Hehe, let Director Deng do it."

Mr. Huang shook his head and sighed, "I don't want to do the surgery that takes the thread. Didn't you just say that you just watched the circulatory internal medicine take away the stent. I'm really unwilling to accept it."

"There is no choice but to help them wipe their butts, pierce the coronary artery, and pierce the heart."

"What a pity." Old Huang bowed his back and shook his head slightly.

"It's okay, thirty years from Hedong to Hexi, thirty years from Hedong to Hexi, and we are still waiting for our heart transplant surgery outside of our heart."
Chapter completed!