The meeting started at 2 pm, and it was now past 3 pm, and the first round of discussion ended, which was the intermission time.

Qi Jing and Ji Qing had a clear purpose. They first stroll into the conference hall and then found the department directors. After the joint, they exposed Wang Ting's work certificate and secretly reported their medical history, the task was almost completed.

At most, just record the directors’ suggestions and report them to Wang Ting.

But Ji Qing was still a young man after all. When he saw the deputy high school and director coming in and out of the conference room, he gave in. In addition, there was a doctor guarding the door, which seemed to be set up to prevent idle people from entering.

As soon as he left the elevator, Ji Qing grabbed Qi Jing: "Let's wait for their meeting to end. Zhang Jieyi and Chen Xiao are watching. Nothing will happen later."

"Are you scared?" Qi Jing smiled and looked at him, then immediately pulled him back and walked inward, not taking this scene seriously at all. "We are also doctors, what are we afraid of? We are just a young doctor who has a medical history."

In fact, the directors of various departments gathered here for meetings, and it was normal for a few young doctors to come in and out to report. So the doorkeeper also said to Qi Jing, and did not make things difficult for them. After taking a look, he started doing his own thing.

But Qi Jing is not a person who is obedient.

He was still very interested in this tumor case.

The patient itself is full of attractiveness because he has been able to make Xiong Yong a headache and has brought many directors together to discuss for so long.

Coming here to report on the situation of the teenager in the emergency room is just a means. His real purpose is to contact this patient, obtain a detailed medical history, attend and even participate in consultation.

So when he was about to enter the door, Qi Jing secretly stretched out his hand and wanted to pass a medical history from the table.

The man in the door was quite powerful, with sharp eyes, and immediately responded, got up and stopped them.

"Don't enter the temporary work permit. It's all about directors of various universities. It's not good to disturb the discussion. Besides, our medical history is also limited."

Qi Jing frowned and looked at the folders placed on the table at the door, and looked into the conference hall again, feeling uncomfortable: "There are almost all the people coming, and there are more than ten left in the medical history, so why isn't it enough?"

"This is a major consultation on differential diagnosis of critical illness. If you don't have a professional certificate, why are you here to make trouble?"

The other party is obviously anxious. If you go in just to find someone, I can let you go. But if you are an irrelevant person, you secretly take away your medical history without saying hello and look like you want to go in and participate, then don't blame him for being cruel.

In order to maintain normal order, he would come forward to stop him even if he misunderstood.

With Xiong Yong's temper, if something happened to the consultation, he would definitely not be able to take it.

Qi Jing cleared his throat, took out a piece of Wang Ting's work sign from his pocket, and said, "On behalf of Director Wang of the Emergency Department, I will attend this hospital-wide consultation."

The man approached and saw his name clearly: "Director Wang Ting? We didn't call the emergency department."

Qi Jing knew that the outside and inside were in a hurry, but he didn't expect that this kind of holiday had gone from the senior director to the lower-level doctor.

Just when he wanted to move out his original identity, a man's voice came from behind him: "Isn't it enough to just call him my cardiology department? Don't Xiong Yong recognize me as the chief of the heart?"

It was the intermission time, and Qi Rui ran out and added a cup of hot tea. He saw them as soon as he came out of the tea room.

"Director Qi."

Qi Jing and Ji Qing came forward to say hello. When the doctor outside the chest saw someone supporting him, he hurriedly smiled and gave Qi Jing and Ji Qing a case.

At this time, Xiong Yong was walking out of the toilet. Qi Rui's slightly provocative words just now happened to penetrate into his ears. He looked at Qi Rui without saying anything, then looked at Qi Jing next to him and asked, "Is this child guessed the pericardium Querru?"

Qi Rui patted his shoulder like an old friend, stretched out his arm and hugged the person beside him, and laughed: "Oh, Lao Xiong, you have good eyesight."

"Hmph, I'm not blind. This eyebrow bone and chin are exactly the same as when he was young, like a carved out of the same mold."

Xiong Yong looked at him again and asked, "Why didn't you learn from your father to do surgery? With your father here, Shenwai will be yours sooner or later. If you have nothing to do, you will go to the internal medicine emergency department and have no prospects."

He scolded him with a bad face. Seeing that Qi Jing had no response, Xiong Yong was no longer interested in talking.

He shook Qi Rui's arm that was hooked on his shoulder and entered the conference hall with a serious expression.

"Haha, it seems that Lao Xiong is tortured by this patient." Qi Rui blew hot tea and took a sip into his mouth, "You are here to listen to the consultation, let's go, the next round is about to begin."

There were many doctors sitting in the conference hall, and they were divided into areas according to each department.

A slide curtain hung on the left side of the front desk to show photos of previous surgery and post-operative surgery.

The patient in the photo has several wounds on his chest and abdomen. Although he has done a good job of anti-infection and healing well. However, he has a ventilator ventilator inserted in his mouth and his arms are filled with drips that maintain cardiopulmonary function.

On the right is a huge screen connected to the camera of the external chest ICU, which allows you to see the patient's current situation as soon as possible.

On the screen, several external chest doctors were waiting by the patient, waiting for the decision here. As long as the diagnosis was clear, they could start immediately and take effect immediately.

Qi Jing and Ji Qing took their medical history and followed Qi Rui into the venue and sat next to him.

Due to the particularity of the patient, the medical history is very thick. The medical records from the hospital starting from the external hospital to the outpatient clinic records, surgical records, and postoperative ICU maintenance treatment records were all arranged in accordance with the time. In addition, a total of six CT and MRI reports were attached, as well as a large number of test reports.

Xiong Yong stared at the pointer on the watch on the stage. When he saw that the doctors who were consulting had returned, he walked to the podium firmly.

He first changed a few ppts to show the CT and MRI that the patient had just finished shooting. There were many notes on it, and even comments and suggestions from Li Zhiyong, director of the Department of Radiology.

"Just just now, the patient's oxygen saturation plummeted again. Everyone has seen it, and it has dropped to 70%, and the heart rate has risen 140." Xiong Yong said this, still feeling scared. He paused for a moment and continued to talk, "This is the fourth time that has appeared after the operation. He barely pulled it back after using Hu Erlian."

"After discussing, I felt that the symptoms should not be serious postoperative complications. Now I hope everyone will continue to express their opinions and try their best to find the cause of the patient."

Xiong Yong pinched his slightly sore eyebrows with his hands, then bowed slightly: "Thank you everyone."
Chapter completed!