Chatting, the sound of a flat car came from outside the waiting room.


    Zheng Qingmu kept silent. When he heard the sound, he darted out, agile and different from his age.


    Wu Mian and Mr. Chu followed the flat car. Zheng Linyuan had an endotracheal tube in his mouth. Ren Haitao pinched the ball and hurried all the way to the elevator.


    "Lin Yuan!" Zheng Qingmu shouted.


    "Mr. Zheng, the patient will be sent to the intensive care unit." Wu Mian stopped Zheng Qingmu. "I''ll take care of him for 24 hours."


    "Thank you, Dr. Wu," Zheng Qingmu bowed.


    "The operation was very successful and the vital signs were stable. It is estimated that the frequent epilepsy after operation will be improved," Wu Mian said.


    Taking Zheng Linyuan into the elevator, Wu Mian stopped old Mr. Chu outside.


    "Old gentleman, please rest early. You can''t get in ICU."


    Old Mr. Chu smiled. His eyes were pale. He was already blind, but he seemed to be able to see the bottom of people''s heart.


    "So and so, please Dr. Wu." old Mr. Chu smiled.


    "You''re welcome."


    As they spoke, the elevator door closed slowly.


    "Brother, don''t worry about ECG monitoring," Chu Zhixi said until now. "I can''t see the numbers on the screen. I''m a little flustered."


    "It''s all right," said Wu Mian, holding Chu Zhixi''s hand. "You''ll go back and rest early later. I''ll look at the patient."


    Chu Zhixi glanced at Zheng Linyuan and felt that the patient was really strange.


    After Wu Mian left, the ventilator and monitor in the operating room were disturbed by unknown interference, and began to call the police frantically. He was really flustered for a while.


    But the blood pressure measured by hand is normal, which is fundamentally different from the arterial pressure displayed on the monitor. Moreover, although the patient did not breathe autonomously, he did not see the body surface manifestation of hypoxia under ventilator assisted breathing, but the number on the instrument has been reduced to a heinous degree.


    Wu Mian can''t explain this situation. There are too few human studies on the brain. For example, things like God''s helmet are forbidden to study if they step on the red line a little.


    In the past, Mr. Qian proposed to study human science. Wu Mian always thought it was another science and technology tree, not nonsense. Now from Zheng Linyuan''s situation, it supports Wu Mian''s guess.


    Zheng Linyuan''s temporal lobe is very developed. During the operation, Wu Mian tried, but he didn''t continue to try because he had to do the operation.


    Unfortunately, the 3D printing simulator does not have this function. After all, it is an analog device, which can only be similar in shape, not in spirit.


    Send Zheng Linyuan to ICU. Wu Mian pulls over a chair and sits in front of the bed. He is like an insulator. As long as he is within 3 meters of Zheng Linyuan, everything is normal. A little away, the electronic signal is inexplicably disturbed.


    No way, Wu Mian can only sit beside Zheng Linyuan and observe the situation.


    He estimated that Zheng Linyuan''s situation should have something to do with God''s helmet stimulating the temporal lobe of the brain all year round, but more specifically... Wu mianzhen wanted to take Zheng Linyuan to the interventional catheter room for angiography, and then look at the blood flow distribution in the brain.


    Endure again and again, Wu Mian finally pressed down his thoughts.


    Zheng Linyuan has just finished hemispherectomy after all. Although the operation is fine enough to be completed by artificial intelligence, Wu Mian still needs to observe the drainage volume and vital signs.


    Fortunately, everything was stable. Wu Mian sat in a chair and thought about things in his heart.


    "Mr. Wu, I think the patient''s condition is very stable." Zhang Zimo stood next to Wu Mian and said, "if you have any attention, tell me. I''ll watch here and call you if you have something."


    "It''s all right. Go and have a rest," said Wu Mian with a smile. "I haven''t done much hemispherectomy. This patient is still special. I have to watch it here."


    Zhang Zimo thought Wu Mian said that the patient was a rare adult and didn''t think about it elsewhere.


    Although Wu Mian asked him to rest, Zhang Zimo naturally wouldn''t find a place to lie down. He also moved a chair and sat next to Wu Mian to observe the patient.


    Half an hour later, everything was stable and there was almost no flow. Zhang Zimo quietly took out a booklet from Bai Fu''s pocket and began to look through it.


    "Director Zhang, are you..." Wu Mian asked in surprise when he saw that Zhang Zimo used this interval to study.


    "Miss Wu, I''m going to be assessed recently."


    "Emmm..." Wu Mian smiled when he saw that Zhang Zimo''s hair was 762 more white than before. "You''ve been working hard lately."


    "Fortunately, I haven''t been exposed to many surgical procedures," Zhang Zimo said. "There are too many things to pay attention to in large-scale surgery such as hemispherectomy. I... my knowledge reserve is still a little poor."


    "Tell me, what''s there?" Wu Mian asked.


    "Incision infection, intracranial hemorrhage, acute brain stem displacement, obstructive hydrocephalus. The late complications are mainly hemosiderosis on the surface of the brain, etc., especially the last point, hemosiderosis on the surface of the brain. I have only seen one case in my life." Zhang Zimo said slightly distressed, "Although I''ve seen it, I''m not a postoperative patient. I''m still worried about looking for information and checking the database these days."


    "The diagnosis of this disease mainly depends on MRI. The patient can do plain MRI scan of head and whole spinal cord and MRI cisternography. The patient is in supine position, the head is advanced, and TSE sequence is applied." Wu Mian said faintly.


    "Axial T1WI, titrte: 82319009, T2WI, trte: 600096..." Wu Mian then said a series of numbers, which made Zhang Zimo very distressed.


    He knew that what Mr. Wu said was not a secret code, nor the moss code in the spy war drama, but the parameters to be given by the nuclear magnetic machine.


    "Ha ha." Wu Mian stopped halfway and said with a smile, "there are people in charge of the MRI room. If there is a problem, I will come here as soon as possible. Director Zhang doesn''t have to worry too much."


    "Yes." Zhang Zimo nodded.


    "Do you want to participate in the assessment?" Wu Mian asked.


    "Xue Yuan and Ma Yuan didn''t say, I guess I''ll take part in it too." Zhang Zimo said, "I have to read a book, or I won''t have the face to do it if I get the last place in the exam."


    "No, No."


    Zhang Zimo shook his head and said, "Miss Wu, you haven''t seen these doctors and nurses reading crazy. Xue Yuan and Ma Yuan didn''t say whether there was a last place elimination system, but everyone was afraid of being eliminated."


    "Oh? Everyone reads so carefully, should I make the question a little harder?" Wu Mian said.


    Zhang Zimo almost put his mouth on his face.


    Chatting with Mr. Wu, but trying to make the assessment more difficult... What a special thing!


    If the medical examination is simple, it is quite simple, as long as it is endorsed. But if it''s hard, it''s hard.


    "Director Zhang, a patient injured in a car accident, was sent to the emergency room with a blood pressure of 9045mmhg. After ECG monitoring, it was found that it was atrial fibrillation and heart rate. What should we consider?" Wu Mian asked.


    "...." Zhang Zimo said nothing.