"..." director Qian was stunned.
Zhang Zimo shook his head. "Studying every day, the pressure is too great, and the whole person will collapse."
Looking at Zhang Zimo, director Qian knows that he may not be able to survive.
"Zi Mo, so tired?" director Qian asked with concern.
"Well," said Zhang Zimo, "Lao Qian, I''m really under a lot of pressure. I hand over my shift in English every morning. My doctor''s education is higher than mine, and he has published more SCI than me. You say, what do you think?"
Director Qian steals music.
There is a gain and a loss. Zhang Zimo hurried to Miss Wu. Now look, he''s tired into a dog. Feeling the same, director Qian felt that his situation was OK.
"That''s not enough." Zhang Zimo''s words finally came out, which is also a way to reduce pressure.
"What''s the matter?"
"Mr. Wu really opened a new operation," said Zhang Zimo in despair. "Before I went, I thought that rare diseases are called rare diseases because they are not common."
This sentence is like a tongue twister.
However, director Qian understands Zhang Zimo''s meaning. Patients who can''t be solved and have to find Mr. Wu will not often appear in the ICU. After all, as the director of the intensive care unit of a large third class hospital in the provincial capital, he must be good at treating all kinds of common severe diseases. As for rare diseases... It depends on his personal quality.
"But do you know how long it''s been? Mr. Wu first opened a small chest incision and mitral valve clipping under the guidance of esophageal B-ultrasound... By the way, Lao Qian, you know that."
Director Qian nodded, indicating that he knew.
Mitral valve clipping has recently spread in the medical circle. The idea of flying in the sky has made an impossible operation possible, and the difficulty has been greatly reduced. Almost a "person" can do it.
Director Qian also lamented that Mr. Wu is really powerful.
But it''s not so good to be the director of ICU under him. The newly opened operation must face various problems. It''s possible that one patient is fine and two patients are fine. How much do you do?
An accident is inevitable, even if Mr. Wu does it himself.
Said the operation did not have an accident, that was done less.
The role of ICU is reflected at this time. After the operation, the patient was put into the ICU. No matter what happened, it was easy to solve. Others don''t know the difficulties, but Mr. Wu doesn''t know?
If the patient enters the ICU and can''t solve the problem, of course, you can ask Mr. Wu. But if you ask more, although Mr. Wu won''t say anything, he will always leave the impression that his technical level is not good.
Over time
Zhang Zimo was under great pressure. Director Qian nodded.
"Do you know what new technique Mr. Wu opened a few days ago?" Zhang Zimo asked.
"Another new operation?!" director Qian was surprised. "Isn''t a mitral valve clamping enough? And I heard that Mr. Wu is doing public welfare surgery, with 5000 cases of congenital heart disease."
Director Qian opened his hand and his five fingers swayed brightly.
This is a big deal. 5000 public welfare operations mean 5000 future.
"It''s a new technique." Zhang Zimo opened a bottle of coke and gulped half a bottle, which made him breathe. "When I''m depressed, I want to drink something sweet. I''m happy after drinking, but I''m worried about blood sugar problems."
"Don''t be bullshit. What''s the operation again?"
"Vegetable awakening."
“……”
"Surgical treatment of Alzheimer''s disease."
“……”
"Lao Qian, I''m suffering!" Zhang Zimo said painfully. "Neurosurgery operations are all treated in NICU, and I don''t have much contact. If I can treat ordinary intracerebral hemorrhage, I can follow it carefully. But Mr. Wu put the brain pacemaker in his head, and the position is quite deep. It is said that each position has been specially calculated. I really don''t count any complications."
Director Qian is worried.
"If I have other diseases, I can''t make mistakes while I turn over the information and learn and treat them. But I haven''t heard of the awakening of vegetables or the treatment of Alzheimer''s disease."
"What did you do?"
"No way, we can only follow the brain pacemaker to treat Parkinson''s disease."
"Zi Mo, what is the effect of Mr. Wu''s operation?"
"The child in vegetative state woke up and recovered quickly recently." when it comes to the patient''s situation, Zhang Zimo was shocked. "The patient with Alzheimer''s disease only lived in the ICU for a few hours and turned out. I think the patient''s mind has recovered."
"What are you worried about? Don''t wear yourself out." director Qian advised, "there''s something else, isn''t there Mr. Wu?"
"Lao Qian, you don''t know how much pressure Mr. Wu put on me," said Zhang Zimo. "God knows what new techniques he will make in the future."
"Hahaha, what did you think when you followed me?" director Qian smiled.
"Hey, hey." Zhang Zimo smiled.
After pouring out his depression, Zhang Zimo was much better. They talked while eating. Zhang Zimo said a lot about the jianxie hospital.
Generally speaking, after 3-5 years of rapid improvement, the work of the hospital enters a platform period. The patients treated every day are almost the same, which is no different from life.
The previous work lacked passion, but working with Mr. Wu was like cheating every day. The ST segment was too high. I don''t know when there will be a sudden myocardial infarction.
While chatting, director Qian''s cell phone rang.
"Boss Peng, what''s the good thing about calling so late?" director Qian asked with a smile.
"Lao Qian... Something happened to me!" Peng Peng said flustered on the other side of the phone.
What happened?!
Director Qian looked at the time with some doubts.
It''s almost 8 p.m.
A doctor in the outpatient pain department, this point should not be in the hospital, but an accident at home!
"Don''t worry, call 120 and we''ll wait for you in the hospital!" director Qian said immediately.
"I''m in the hospital. The patient... The blood oxygen saturation decreases and the consciousness is hazy... The rate of decline is very fast!"
“……”
Director Qian and Zhang Zimo were stunned. Is Peng Peng still in the hospital? Is this a model worker?!
Even if he died of overwork in the hospital, any honor has nothing to do with him... What did Peng Peng do? The patient''s blood oxygen saturation decreased and his consciousness was hazy?
I just talked some time ago. Isn''t it stellate ganglion block? A small means of local analgesia, the patient is going to die. How did you get it.
"Director, the patient''s pupils are beginning to dilate."
The voice of Peng Peng''s assistant came faintly from the phone.
Zhang Zimo took out his mobile phone for the first time. He suddenly thought that neither he nor director Qian were familiar with stellate ganglion block anesthesia, but Peng Peng was an old driver of 10000 games.
Now the situation is critical. Only Mr. Wu can safely solve the problem.
Although it''s impolite to call Mr. Wu as a summoning beast, no matter how human life is, I can''t hesitate.