Soon, it was dawn.

However, the brightness of the morning light outside the window could not erase the haze in Zhao Wenhua's heart.

The patient's condition is still bad, so it can only be considered a matter of course.

The director will conduct rounds later and will make treatment suggestions to the patient. With Director Kong's personality, he will definitely recommend turning to the thoracic surgery department for thoracoscopic investigation and stopping hemostatic surgery.

Zhao Wenhua was very confused. If he insisted on it, he could still withstand it. But the basis of this operation is that the patient will get better and better. If the pressure in the chest cavity as he imagined was high but he could not stop bleeding from the blood vessels...

He dared not think about it anymore.

These things are really difficult and entangled.

Forget it, let it be left to fate.

As time passed, the noise of day gradually appeared in the corridor. Doctors and nurses went to work, changed their clothes, and looked around the patients on the front line of handing over the shift.

Zhao Wenhua just sat dullly in the ward, staring at the numbers on the monitor in a daze.

Before we knew it, after several hours, the high pressure on the monitor had changed from 80 mmHg to 70 mmHg.

However, the decline was slower, and Zhao Wenhua gradually accepted this reality and did not discover it at the first time.

Boiling a frog in warm water is basically similar to Zhao Wenhua's current situation.

Zhao Wenhua didn't participate in the shift, and he didn't even know. A man in his forties, after staying up all night, his reaction slowed down, and many things could only be dependent on instinct.

During the rounds, he was still sitting on the stool, looking at the monitor.

Director Kong took someone to check the rounds. As soon as he came in, he saw Zhao Wenhua exhausted and stared at the monitor.

When Zhao Wenhua did not participate in the handover, Director Kong guessed that there was something wrong. When he was handing over the shift, Director Kong deepened his judgment.

After coming in, I saw Zhao Wenhua like this, and I basically didn't run away.

Director Kong came to learn about the patient's condition, but did not say anything in front of the bed. He just nodded and turned around and went out.

The patient, Director Kong, was very rough and basically rushed. After all, interventional surgery is minimally invasive. The patient has fever, nausea, vomiting, and pain after the operation, and there are few acute diseases such as bleeding.

The professors under his subordinates also respond to changes in the disease, so Director Kong does not need to interfere too much.

When he returned to the office, he saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun standing at the door waiting for him, and then smiled and said to Dr. Shen, "Call Professor Zhao to my office."

After saying that, he opened the door and went in.

"What's the matter?" Director Kong sat down and asked with a smile.

"Director Kong, Dr. Mehar from Sweden will be asked for the airport in the afternoon. Who will pick it up in the hospital?" Zheng Ren didn't say anything, it was Su Yun who asked.

"Vice President Yuan leads the team, everyone goes together." Director Kong said.

Zheng Ren felt that the momentum was a little too high, and he was a little uncomfortable.

In his thoughts, he should be picking him up by himself. After he comes back, he will arrange it to be on his own bed or special ward. He will hurry up and finish the operation. He will hurry up and tell Dr. Mehal about the progress of the TIPS surgery and see what the old doctor has.

But it is basically impossible to live in an ordinary room where you are bedded. At least it is a licensed ward, or other places you can't imagine.

Just a huge welcome, Zheng Ren felt very awkward.

However, the hospital arranged this way, I couldn't jump out and talk. If that was true, I probably couldn't make it.

Seeing that Zheng Ren was smiling reluctantly, Director Kong said, "Sit down and talk."

"Boss Zheng, this matter is at your level, so I don't think anything. But the hospital still attaches great importance to it. After all, Dr. Mehal is a master in the treatment of heart disease, a Nobel Prize judge, and a very powerful person." Director Kong said: "If you don't pay attention to it, you will be afraid of a bad impact."

Zheng Ren thought that if an accident occurs in the operation, there will be a bad impact.

But he just complained in his heart and did not say this.

"Young people, learn to accept it." Director Kong said, "This is also the care of the hospital for you. No one can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the operation. If Dr. Mehal is in Sweden, you will fly over for surgery, and it will be fine. But if you fly to our 912 for surgery, the hospital will also have to bear the corresponding responsibilities and obligations."

Zheng Ren smiled, Director Kong said it was true.

As he was talking, Zhao Wenhua knocked in the door and carried the patient's film in his hand.

"Xiao Zhao, what's wrong with your patient?" Director Kong leaned on the chair with a serious expression. He was completely different from when he was talking to Zheng Ren.

"Director, I did it yesterday..." Zhao Wenhua came in and saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun were there, and he felt sick. He was originally going to tell Director Kong that he could transfer the patient to a general chest for surgery. But when he saw Zheng Ren's honest face, he changed his mind for no reason.

He introduced the condition and repeated it twice in the end. The patient's condition is now stable.

"The drainage is 800ml, and the current closed pipe is still stable?" Su Yun couldn't help but sarcastic.

He was born in cardiothoracic surgery and was extremely sensitive to closed chest drainage. In addition, he was particularly sensitive to patients' coughs. He could even tell how much phlegm is, where the position is, and what kind of force to use to buckle the back to make the sticky phlegm be discharged smoothly.

Closed canal means that too much blood in the chest cavity will be drawn out at once, which will cause mediastinum to flutter and may cause cardiac arrest.

"The patient's blood pressure has stabilized." Zhao Wenhua said coldly.

"Is it stable? Why didn't I see it?" Su Yun had just heard Zhao Wenhua report his medical history and had already judged some clues.

Zheng Ren also made the same judgment and also made some judgments about Zhao Wenhua's mentality of being lucky. Can this matter be passed by luck? It is possible, but the possibility is not high.

He pondered for a moment, recalled the previous film, stood up silently, and pulled Su Yun away.

Director Kong felt relieved. Boss Zheng was sensible and did not cause trouble for himself. I advised Zhao Wenhua to solve the problem if there was a problem. How did this guy do it? Why did he have so many problems with the recent surgery and diagnosis and treatment?

"Xiao Zhao..."

While Director Kong was talking to Zhao Wenhua, Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the office and walked towards the ward.

"Boss, that guy Zhao Wenhua is timid." Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Let's go and see the patient." Zheng Ren said calmly and quietly. He had a judgment on the patient's condition in his heart. He went to take a look just to get the confirmation of the big pig's hooves.

When he entered the ward, Zheng Ren glanced at the patient. The several diagnoses given on the system panel were basically all he could imagine. There was only one diagnosis that clarified the conjecture in his mind - the rupture of the 10th rib intercostal artery on the right.

It's true!
Chapter completed!