328. The whirlpool in the dark

Author: Hao Xifeng

328. The whirlpool in the dark

For the same thing, the development route in the eyes of ordinary people may be completely different from the real situation, and maybe it has already taken another fork in the road that they never thought of.

This turned Safit's threat that he thought was clever into a self-defeating one.

And the issue of public opinion that Kawei was most worried about before did not reach the stage he imagined.

Except for Safit, who was killed out of nowhere, no one wanted to mess around at this juncture. The Queen's support in his hand was more like a knife used to kill a chicken, and it ended lightly before it was used.

In fact, it is normal to think about it carefully afterwards. In the unpredictable development of events, the truth is indeed not important, what is important is the purpose of the people involved.

What Safit wants is popularity and net worth, Joskin wants stability in the newspaper editorial department, other newspaper reporters don’t want to be the standout but want breaking news, and what Eugenie wants is naturally a springboard to advocate for women’s rights.

As for other people, their mentality is simpler.

The way they wanted to eat the melon but only ate it rationally surprised Kawei, but if analyzed carefully, it is not difficult to come to a conclusion. What keeps them rational is not that rationality overwhelms emotional thinking ability, but a simple thing.

fact.

The mother survived well.

In a placenta previa delivery with a very high mortality rate, as long as one mother and child survive, it is enough to prove the success of the delivery, and it is also enough to prove Kawei's ability. Even if the black information exposed at this time is true, people will not take it too seriously.

As time goes by, things will be forgotten.

Just like a difficult transplant operation in modern times, whether the organ comes from a regular source or not hardly affects the honor that a successful operation brings to the surgeon.

Kawi looked at Safet who left silently, and recalled a liver transplant operation he had encountered before. The operation was successful, but the ethics committee questioned it when the liver was removed because the surgical team was giving the liver to the patient.

There was a glitch in the provider's diagnosis of death.

Perhaps because they were eager to remove the liver, the team did not consider the feelings of the family members of the severely injured patient who had signed the donation agreement. They encountered great resistance on the liver removal issue. Even if the liver removal was successful in the end, they have been criticized.

But this does not affect the success of the transplantation operation, nor does it affect the honor of the surgeon. But if something goes wrong during the transplantation process, the consequences will be difficult to predict.

By the same token, if the mother did not survive the birth, things might develop differently.

Kawi is not in the mood to pay attention to Safet's current feelings. He needs to explain to the Medical Association as soon as possible together with Hujir. He also needs to discuss the next surgical demonstration with several surgeons at the Cathedral Hospital. After all, this is what he

The main purpose of coming to Paris.

He squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and was about to walk towards the entrance of the hospital. At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came to his ears, still speaking authentic German: "There is a patient in the pocket, save her."

"

When Kawei came back to his senses, he looked around again. He saw a mess of figures in front of him, and it was impossible to tell who the person was just now.

When he took out his coat pocket, there was a note inside: Why is it another note?

"Dr. Kawei, what's wrong?" Two men in black came over.

"Oh it's all right."

Hearing the word "patient", Kawei changed his previous caution in the cafe and decided to leave it alone: ​​"You go ahead and do your work first, I will go in alone."

Hujir stayed in the office all morning. Although the colleagues around him didn't say anything, the invisible pressure was everywhere. Until the moment Kawei walked in, he couldn't let go of the stone in his heart.

"I've got it done here."

"Is everything okay already?"

"Well, don't worry."

Hujir, who was standing by the window and looking at the courtyard garden, was relieved after hearing what Kawei said: "I have also said hello to the Medical Association. I will just wait a few days to send the detailed medical history and report. Alas,

It’s really troublesome for something like this to happen.”

Kawei walked up directly, sat in his seat, and asked with a smile: "There is a reason for everything. Professor Hugiar doesn't think this is made up by the reporter, right?"

Hujir knew what he meant, and this was what he found most difficult: "Those two are considered half of my students, I think."

"I don't care." Kawei expressed his attitude. "What you think and how to deal with it are all the professor's private affairs, but if I encounter this kind of situation again, I don't want to be stabbed in the back."

"I know."

"Okay, I won't disturb the professor." After Kawei said that, he stood up and walked out of the office. "The cesarean section at the Main Palace Hospital has been completed, and we will continue with the ones from other hospitals. If Professor Hujir has other patients,

Feel free to come to me."

Hujir knew that Kawei could not be kept without patients, but out of technical pursuit, he still mentioned: "I will have several cadaver cesarean section exercises here. If possible, I hope Mr. Kawei can

come and see."

"Let's forget about practicing on cadavers." Kawei declined his invitation, adhering to his inner preferences and schedule. "In a few days, I will draw a surgical chart when I am really free."

The unfolding of things like a dark willow and a bright flower made Hujir unable to control himself for a moment: "Really?"

"I made an agreement with Her Majesty Queen Eugénie, and it's true." Kawei had originally planned to spread the technology, so this time it was a smooth favor, "Why don't you wait until my map is completed before practicing, so as not to worry about it.

A waste of precious bodies.”

"makes sense"

Hujir suddenly thought of a question: "By the way, Dr. Kawei, you are not familiar with this place. Do you want me to help you contact the painter in advance? We also need some communication before painting."

"Painter? No need. I have received some training in painting. I just drew a few pictures. It's no problem."

It took Kawei a week to complete all the operations at the Cathedral Hospital. After that, except for a few lectures at the Academy of Medical Sciences and the Surgical Association, the schedule became very free.

Edward did not fill in Carvey's arrangements, but left quite a lot of blanks for him to choose. This is not because he is considerate or shows France's free will, but because of Mick.

Mick's requirements for the itinerary reached a very demanding level, not only the time and location, but also the list of attendees. He found it troublesome and simply ignored it.

"These are invitations sent by several hospitals, which contain the information of patients who need surgery." Damirgang placed a stack of envelopes in front of Kavi, "After selecting, contact the doctor in charge directly, and then organize the surgery together.

"

Kawei glanced at it and asked, "Is there a message?"

"have."

Damirgaon took out two more postcards and handed them over: "One was left by Mr. Bizet. I hope you can participate in an opera performance in two weeks. I heard that it is a new piece of music composed by him. The other is

It was sent by the trustee of the police chief's son, and I hope you can attend the party the day after tomorrow."

"Party?" Kawei was annoyed by this kind of thing the most. His brows were wrinkled together like crumpled white paper. "Didn't you reject it last time? Why are you still coming? Is there something wrong with the wound?"

"The incision is fine, and the body temperature is still a little, but it has started to drop."

"Where's the oozing?"

"It used to be five pieces of gauze a day, but now it's reduced to two and a half."

"Are you mentally okay?"

"fine."

Kawei nodded after hearing this: "Then why do you come to me?"

"So this time I helped you refuse it again." Damirgang said with a wry smile, "But I always feel that there will be a third time."

"so troublesome"

Kawei said it was troublesome, but what he was looking at was Bizet's postcard: "As I told you before, no matter who sees Mr. Bizet, they need to undergo a physical examination."

"Well, Mr. Bizet came here at nine o'clock in the morning, and Berget and I did the examination together." Damirgang said, "He had a bad cough, and he was in good spirits. There was not much phlegm, but there was blood in it.

There are no big problems in other aspects.”

This is similar to Kawei’s previous judgment: “What do you think the problem is?”

Damirgang hesitated and said: "It's not easy to make a judgment. I always feel that some examinations are missing. Key has an endoscope to look at his throat. Maybe there will be other findings."

It's good to think that this level is good, but it's not comprehensive enough. In Kawei's judgment, if there is cough and sputum + blood in the sputum, infections and tumors need to be ruled out. Among them, tuberculosis, lung cancer and laryngeal cancer are the most common.

Mainly excluded objects, the likelihood of other results is very low.

"You didn't hospitalize him? The Main Palace Hospital can prepare a bed for him at any time."

Damirgaon shrugged: "He said it was not necessary. He thought coughing was fine."

"Okay, let's not mention him for now." Kawei threw the police chief's son's envelope into the trash can, leaving Bizet behind, and then pushed all the envelopes to Damirgang, "Nothing else.

If you want, take these away and read them all."

There were a lot of letters from various hospitals, but they were still far behind the medical records from the Municipal General Hospital. Damirgaon immediately understood what he meant: "Okay, I'll give them to you before dinner."

"Remember to divide it into three categories: 'clear diagnosis', 'suspected' and 'unclear diagnosis'."

"Um."

After Damirgang left, Kawei took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket. It said something similar to the sentence just now, but with the addition of the name "disease". In fact, it was not really a disease.

Most of it is a psychological burden.

But this reminded Kawei of someone.

It was also a breast cancer removal, but the person on the note was not as lucky as Justina: [Dr. Kavi, I know you had the same operation in Vienna. I beg you, help her get back to her original state. If not

If something unexpected happens, she will go to the surgical ward of the Palace Hospital tomorrow morning to see a doctor.]
To be continued...