"Then I'll trouble Professor Zhou." Director Han clasped his hands together and pointed at Zhou Congwen humbly.

"You're welcome, it should be." Zhou Congwen said, "We'll go on stage after Professor Wen and the patient's family have finished their explanations."

"Can you not cut the intestines?" Han Chu asked tentatively.

"I can't promise it, but no matter what, the patient has anesthesia once and suffered another more blow, and he still has to pay for it." Zhou Congwen smiled.

"It's much worse." Han Chu said, "One is to pay more than 100,000 yuan, and the other is to get no hospitalization fee, and you can get another ten thousand yuan in compensation."

As he said that, Han Chu clasped his hands together again, and a round ball shook slightly, like Pikachu, "Professor Zhou, that's a good job."

...

In Zhou Congwen's heart, Director Han is an old acquaintance; in Director Han's heart, Zhou Congwen is a young and newcomer.

The observation angle is different, and Zhou Congwen also knows this kind of misalignment. He did not reminisce too much with Director Han, but instead talked lightly about the work of the academician's workstation and what support he needed.

In less than half an hour, Wen Yuan called Director Han, saying that the patient's family agreed to the operation.

Zhou Congwen will definitely not participate in these specific work, because every doctor, patient and patient's family have their own communication methods, and he believes that Professor Wen can handle it.

After receiving the news, Zhou Congwen and his party went to the operating room. Not only did Han follow him, but Chen Houkun was also very curious and followed Zhou Congwen to see if there were any serious complications as he had judged.

However, no matter how Chen Houkun thinks, he feels that it is unlikely.

When he came to the operating room to change his clothes, he sat in the locker room, Zhou Congwen and Han continued to greet him.

Both of them have the intention of getting along with each other and have a relatively harmonious chat.

Until the patient came, Wen Yuan came in to change his clothes. Seeing that his face was quite ugly, Zhou Congwen smiled and comforted, "Professor Wen, it's okay."

"..." Wenyuan looked at Zhou Congwen with a foolish look.

If he makes a mistake, the patient is fine, at most he will be able to perform a switch operation, but Zhou Congwen and himself will inevitably have a bond.

If he judged correctly, the patient's intestinal necrosis would directly remove dozens of centimeters of intestinal tract...

No matter from any perspective, there are problems, Wen Yuan doesn't know why it's okay.

"Go up and take a look." Zhou Congwen waited for Wen Yuan to change his clothes, stencils out, put on a sterile hat, and walked in while tying a mask strap.

Everyone except Zhou Congwen remained silent.

The patient's condition is confusing, and Wen Yuan, who has rich clinical experience, Chen Houkun, and Han Chu, who has handled countless medical disputes, cannot see clearly.

However, the truth will be revealed soon. Just open the patient's abdominal cavity and see it.

Chen Houkun felt a little uncomfortable, and he still thought that Zhou Congwen was troublesome.

The academician workstation, the academician is the respected old academician Huang, an academician in the Department of Cardiac and Thoracic Surgery. It has a yarn relationship with Puwai, liver, gallbladder, and gastrointestinal tract?

Zhou Congwen did this, and he meddled with other people's business with a rat.

But what is strange is Han Chu's attitude.

Not only did he apply for a general practice certificate for Zhou Congwen, he also didn't say a word of nonsense, as if he had agreed to Zhou Congwen's diagnosis.

It was so strange that Chen Houkun didn't speak, and looked at the patient's anesthesia in silence, watched Wen Yuan personally laying the sterile sheet, and watched Zhou Congwen stand up to the operator's position without hesitation to ask for a scalpel.

Zhou Congwen took a break and the incision was not big, only 10cm. It is a small incision for abdominal surgery.

No one questioned it, everyone was waiting for the scene that came to light.

Incide layer by layer, cover the membrane to protect it, open the posterior peripheral area of ​​the abdominal cavity and pull open the abdominal wall.

The patient's intestinal color of about 40 cm is obviously different from the surrounding intestinal color, and is bluish-purple, obviously expanding and thinning.

Wen Yuan's face was ashes.

Zhou Congwen’s judgment is correct, it is indeed intestinal necrosis!

Han Chu stood silently on two footstools and looked at the purple and thinning of the intestinal duct in the surgery area, silently.

Chen Houkun was a little surprised. He never expected that Xiao Zhou would do a good job in thoracic surgery. He was even good at diagnosis of abdominal surgery such as liver, gallbladder, gastrointestinal tract and other abdominal surgery.

Although thoracic surgery requires radical esophageal cancer surgery and at least a major gastrectomy, Zhou Congwen is so awesome.

Wen Yuan didn't have time to sigh at Zhou Congwen's awesomeness, and his body shook twice and almost fell.

Intestinal necrosis, medical accidents, how to explain it to the patient's family... A series of problems appeared in his mind, overwhelming him.

No one thought something happened, but if the surgery is done too much, something will definitely happen. It is just a probability problem and no one can avoid it, even a surgeon like Mr. Huang who was once a peak level can't do it.

Han Chu saw Professor Wen's body shaking, but ignored him at all, and stared at Zhou Congwen's hand.

"It's okay." Zhou Congwen reached out and touched his intestines and said lightly.

Director Han breathed a sigh of relief.

"..." Wen Yuan was silent.

"..." Chen Houkun had nothing to say.

good?

Although the intestine has not yet been necrotic, it is definitely not something that can be corrected by hot compress.

Seeing that the intestines that were dozens of centimeters were about to be removed, the patient must have a series of troubles after the operation.

If this is OK, what is bad?

"Director Han, call Director Jiang from the Department of Vascular Surgery and ask him for surgery." Zhou Congwen continued.

"Oh? Professor Zhou, what are you going to do?" Director Han asked in a deep voice.

"There are two ways to thrombolysis of arteriovenous catheterization. I can't do it myself. Director Jiang needs to help me."

With a hand in hand, Chen Houkun was slightly confused.

In half a year, Zhou Congwen relied on his help to build the academician workstation of the Second Hospital of the Medical University by relying on his help.

And now, he stood in the position of the chief surgeon and said something he couldn't understand even himself and Professor Wen, full of confidence.

"Okay, I'm just calling now. Do I need any equipment?" Han Chu asked without hesitation.

"Veals are percutaneously transhepatic portal vein, the mesenteric vein and splenic vein converge into the portal vein, and retrograde puncture is used to place the thrombolysis." Zhou Congwendao, "The artery is punctured in the femoral artery, and the mesenteric artery is found, and the catheterization is used to place the thrombolysis."

Director Han turned around and got down two footstools to call Director Jiang from the vascular surgery department.

On the operating table, Professor Wen's body was swaying slightly, obviously holding on.

"Professor Wen, why don't you take a break?" Zhou Congwen said softly.

"No, no." Professor Wen's voice was hoarse and very unpleasant.

"Don't worry, it will probably dissolve in 30 minutes after the operation," Zhou Congwen comforted.

“…”

Wen Yuan felt that the whole world was full of maliciousness.

Dissolve? Isn't that a joke, how is that possible?

And he didn't even know how his blood vessels were blocked, let alone dissolved.
Chapter completed!