Zheng Ren felt a lot of sighs when he watched Zhou Litao escort the patient to gastrointestinal surgery department.

There is no place to talk about this. How could two people look simple and clean?... As for the story behind it, it is unknown. Zheng Ren was not interested in knowing it either, but he was more interested in surgery.

What to do is their freedom. But when you come to the hospital and as a doctor, you have to consider how to cure the disease and save the patient.

Although the two of them were a little trick, they were not patients.

"Xiao Zheng, come with me." Mr. Cui called Zheng Ren to the clinic with his hands behind his back.

At this time, the clinic had already opened and the clinic door was not closed.

However, ordinary patients cannot enter Mr. Cui’s clinic. There is no registration here. Only patients who other doctors think have problems will be sent here for Mr. Cui to take a look.

"Xiao Zheng, do you know what disease is most troublesome when encountering the emergency department?" asked Mr. Cui.

"Myscholar infarction?"

"In the past, when myocardial infarction was controlled with drugs, the effect was not good, and many patients died. However, with the implementation of interventional surgery, the mortality rate of patients with acute myocardial infarction has dropped significantly, which is no longer the most troublesome." Mr. Cui walked while stepping on the green line under his feet.

"Chest pain center, green channel, do you really think it's done in vain?"

"Uh..." Zheng Ren felt that no matter what disease the emergency department was, it was a headache. For example, the patient just now was a very typical case.

His general surgery level has reached the level of a master. Although it cannot be compared with interventional surgery, even so, Zheng Ren, who just now, was not sure about taking the surgery.

The most headache...

"Apart from the great disasters and epidemics that you don't know, the signs of death are the most troublesome in your imaging studies." Mr. Cui returned to the clinic, took a key from his waist, and opened a drawer.

"This is the index of patients who have occurred nationwide over the past few decades, with clear signs of death." Cui Lao said: "It is impossible for me to solve this problem in my life, so I have to leave it to the people who came later."

Zheng Ren was so proud.

The so-called sign of death refers to an imaging manifestation of diseases such as gas accumulation in the portal vein of the liver and portal vein, intestinal obstruction, intestinal ischemia, necrosis and other diseases.

The treatment effect is relatively good for simple hepatic portal vein gas accumulation. However, once complications such as intestinal ischemia, necrosis, and diseases such as sepsis are basically not treated.

Ordinary doctors are worried about encountering diseases such as myocardial infarction, aortic dissection aneurysms, because this type of disease is very urgent and patients will die suddenly.

But from Mr. Cui's perspective, this type of disease has been treated, which is not a difficult problem. His eyes are focused on some rare but fatal diseases. If it can be solved, who knows what other chain reactions will trigger.

Perhaps a brand new technology tree will be opened.

But this requires countless people to persevere exploration and pursuit, and it is likely to be constantly trial and error.

Zheng Ren was surprised to see the stack of indexes. These are just indexes. The specific number of cases is definitely a huge number.

"You have a very in-depth research on imaging. If you have time to talk to me about the signs of death. Over the years, I have been thinking for a long time and have some experiences." Mr. Cui did not ask or ask Zheng Ren to take over his research work, but took out the index and gently brushed his dry fingers across the file bag of kraft paper, so gentle.

"I have only read a few cases of this disease." Zheng Ren was not timid. He had seen a lot of relevant information in the system library. Although he did not study it specifically, he had to know what the sign of death is.

This is to avoid the death of patients due to their own mistakes when encountering such patients in the emergency department.

The imaging manifestations of portal vein gas accumulation and bile duct gas accumulation are easily confused, and Zheng Ren does not want to have misdiagnosis.

The old and the young started chatting as the gas accumulated in the portal vein. The shadows cast by the willow leaves outside the house were dancing, quiet and beautiful.

For an hour and a half, the two were still chatting, but suddenly the office door was pushed open and Zhou Litao rushed in in panic.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Cui was not anxious, nor was he shocked like other old people.

The elderly who have been baptized by the emergency department are different.

"Old Cui, patient, that patient ran away just now!" Zhou Litao said.

"Hmm? Run away?"

"In the Department of Gastroenterology and Intestinal Surgery? Have you been hospitalized?" Zheng Ren thought more meticulously and trivially.

"I've finished the hospitalization, and I'll take it with me." Zhou Litao said: "I'm not thinking about when to do the surgery. If I have time, I'll take a look. As a result, the gastrointestinal side was anxious, the patient and the patient's family were gone, and the people from the medical department arrived."

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

What should I say about this?

The patient's condition is really possible to die at any time. When he thinks of the blood vessels next to the fragments of the glass bottle in the film, Zheng Ren thinks that it is a miracle that he can live for five years.

I've gotten so tired of stools, so why are you running around?

If this person is committed to death, he will really be unable to stop him.

Now that some people are busy, the medical department must have a scene, record the time of disappearance, and try to separate the relationship so as to prevent the patient from dying outside and the family members carrying the body over to cause trouble.

Zheng Ren shook his head and sighed softly.

"Xiao Zheng, go and do your business." Cui said: "I'll take a look. The emergency department is like this, and there's no worry-free day by day."

Zheng Ren quickly stood up and did not help Mr. Cui. The old man was in good health and was very strong. He showed respect, but he could not use this method, which would arouse Mr. Cui's disgust.

As he walked back, Mr. Cui walked a little faster. He was obviously a little anxious, and he had to know what had happened.

Zheng Ren did not follow him, but returned to the interventional department.

After looking at the patients, the patients who have undergone the surgery today have recovered very well, and there is no problem at all. The new IPS surgery is relatively mature.

Zheng Ren thought of the missing patient and felt a little gloomy.

"Ding Dong~"

The task prompt sounds in my ears.

[Urgent mission: Redemption.

Task content: When young people make mistakes, everyone will forgive patients who successfully save foreign bodies in the rectum.

Mission reward: Experience value 150,000 points, skill point 10,000 points.

Mission time: 24 hours.]

Zheng Ren glanced at the mission and smiled bitterly.

If the patient is not there, who will let him redeem himself? Rescue? Who will redeem himself? Besides, even if the patient is there, the operation will be difficult.

Zheng Ren calculated in the afternoon that even if he went on stage for the operation, the chance of success was not high, and there was only half the possibility... Ensure that the patient stepped down alive, it was not certain whether the five-year-old bottle could be removed.
Chapter completed!