Thoracic surgery, like neurosurgery, was one of the signs of the maturity of a hospital many years ago.


    Whether these departments exist and what operations they can do are very important for the selection of class III class A hospitals.


    Chest Department has never been a small department.


    A grade-2 Grade-A hospital, even as long as it can do surgery, has general surgery, but most small hospitals do not have thoracic surgery.


    Listen to what Mr. Wu said. Take out the fetus and have a chest operation... Does that mean to do it?


    The normal standard of 26 week fetus is 28-34cm. And the size of a small doll. I can''t do endoscopic treatment at all. I''m afraid a card will poke the fetus cold.


    Even if it is a large thoracotomy, the 20 cm surgical incision for adults is large enough to be converted into a fetus, which is less than 4 cm.


    This is not the hardest!


    Xue Chun and in a trance realized that teacher Wu wanted to "plug" the child back after the operation, which meant that the connection between the fetus and the mother could not be broken. It can not be disconnected, which means that the operation field is greatly limited.


    4cm incision, but also immediately look at the body position. You don''t have to know that this operation can''t be done.


    The first bursts of pain, Xue Chun and two villains in his heart are fighting.


    No, it has nothing to do with the hospital. As long as you are optimistic about pregnant women in the hospital, seize the time to communicate, persuade them to leave the hospital automatically, and go to imperial capital and magic capital to have a look, medical sophomore will have no responsibility.


    Even if he knew that he was telling lies, he knew that neither emperor nor devil would have any way.


    If you do, the above steps are just the idea of Xue Chun and such a "layman", and you already feel that it is more difficult than going to heaven. There must be more details than you can think of.


    Fortunately, Mr. Wu said no. this conclusion is in line with Xue Chunhe''s clinical cognition. Otherwise, I don''t know what my three views will be broken into.


    "Dong Dong Dong ~" the knock on the door sounded, and Wang Zhimin stood at the door with a black and blue man.


    "Come in and sit down." Xue Chunhe said.


    Wang Zhimin led the man in, brought him a chair and sat opposite.


    "I''m Xue Chunhe, the dean in charge of clinical practice. You know everything today," Xue Chunhe asked.


    "Dean Xue, you''re bothered." the man''s face is blue and purple, and his eyes are a little lax, but he can see that his upbringing is very good. At this time, he relies entirely on instinctive communication and is still polite.


    "It''s all right." Xue Chunhe said, "you went to the imperial capital and Xiangjiang with the inspection data recently."


    The man nodded, and tears burst out of his eyes.


    Several doctors didn''t persuade him. It''s good to have a way to pour out his emotions at this time. I''m not afraid of him crying, I''m afraid he won''t cry.


    Silent tears, men did not wipe away tears, so let tears wash away their bitterness, grievances and countless blocks again and again.


    After a few minutes, the man said in a hoarse voice, "we were college classmates. We were fine when we went to school. We were not sensible at that time and had an abortion. When we got married after graduation, our family was not rich and couldn''t help. We made a total of not having children and had two abortions."


    The man whispered that he was not talking about past history, but recalling it.


    "In recent years, we have some money, bought a house in the provincial capital, and our life has begun to be stable. We are thinking about having children. But my wife has a habitual abortion and can''t stay every time."


    "Six months ago, she stopped menstruation. We didn''t care at that time. At that time, we had no hope of having children. It was all fate. But this time, the child stayed. When I knew this, my wife stayed up all night."


    "My wife also wants children. She has some magic obstacles. You don''t know. When she first knew that she had children and still kept them, she was as happy as what she was. She took the test paper every day and looked at the test paper and giggled happily."


    There are countless words to say in the man''s heart. He seems to explain the past history with the doctors present, and it''s also like talking and remembering to himself.


    His eyes were slightly relaxed and he whispered.


    "In the one or two months when there was no accident, she took me for a walk in the community park every morning and night. I think she was like walking a dog. She almost didn''t tie a rope for me. I was also happy. I always touched her stomach and talked to the child."


    "No matter how busy the company is, it''s really impossible to walk around and talk to children all morning and night." the man''s face is full of tears, but when he thinks of those days, he is filled with a happy smile.


    "Every day she buys all kinds of baby products, and the house is full. When I''m not at home, she touches her stomach and talks to the child. When she knew there was a problem a while ago, her mood collapsed directly."


    "Alas..."


    "She is not mentally ill. She wants children too much. Once we saw a news that a mother had brain cancer and refused treatment. When the child was delivered by caesarean section after 38 weeks of pregnancy, she had advanced cancer and left soon."


    "At that time, my wife said that if she would do the same. As long as the child can be well, anything will do."


    The tone of the man''s narration was very plain, but when he said it, the tears that had just stopped flowed down again.


    "Today she really wants to die, not to scare people. I know her temper. Yesterday I flew back from Xiangjiang and bravely told her the suggestions of Xiangjiang Yanghe hospital doctors."


    "She didn''t cry, really didn''t cry, she kept laughing."


    "I''m not afraid of her crying, but she has been laughing and laughing. I feel flustered when I laugh."


    "Doctor, please, don''t drive us away and save my wife."


    "I know there''s no way, but I... but I..."


    The more the man said, the more confused and dull he became. There was no brilliance in his eyes, like a dead fish thrown to the shore.


    No amount of tears could wash away the gloom in his eyes.


    In the office, only men''s sobs kept ringing, and others sat or stood silent.


    A weak breath diffuses in the office, making people stuffy in the chest and out of breath.


    Always comforting, often helping, occasionally healing. The epitaph of Dr. Trudeau sleeping on the Bank of Lake sapolanak in northeast New York vividly describes the doctor''s helplessness.


    But facing the man in front of us, we all know that comfort is useless.


    A home, a small home built after several years of hard work, probably becomes fragmented.


    It is no longer a question of induced labor or not. There are great questions about whether the couple can live and whether they will collapse.


    The atmosphere is depressed, and even breathing becomes more difficult. Every man''s sob is pressed on everyone''s heart and turns into layers of barriers that can''t be washed away.