"Drinking on an empty stomach is indeed prone to gastric stones." Director Wei said, "So I want to drink two sips now, and I have to eat something. Cold wine hurts the lungs, hot wine hurts the liver, and no alcohol hurts the heart."

"Director Wei, don't pay attention to him. Don't drink, say that drinking is not good all day long." Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren with contempt, and the disdain in his words was beyond words.

"The patient is 45 years old and said he was discomfort in the upper abdomen for two months. He recently suffered from stomach pain and took some oral medications, but he couldn't tell what he had taken. However, his symptoms have not improved. He has developed black and thin stools in the past two days. When he came to the hospital for examination, he was shocked."

Director Wei quickly pulled the topic away from drinking.

"Have you taken sodium bicarbonate orally?" Zheng Ren asked.

"After admission, I took sodium bicarbonate orally, but the effect was not good. There was white moss on the stones of gastric stones and it could not melt at all." Director Wei said: "I went to the laparoscopy room early in the morning to try gravel, but I couldn't cover it at all and couldn't use any effort. Finally, I negotiated with my family and decided to cut the stones through surgery."

"Tsk tsk, amazing." Su Yun exclaimed.

I don't know if I'm talking about stones or something else.

Director Wei was wearing stockings a bit slower, especially when talking to Zheng Ren and Su Yun, his speed was a little slower.

Seeing that Su Yun was eager to try, Zheng Ren finally held back.

He had a bad association in his heart. It seemed that Su Yun was wearing it... or wearing it through stockings for people? It seemed that he should be very skilled.

Forget it, I was angry when I said I was drinking. If I talk about stockings, would I turn against each other?

Just be honest for a while, Zheng Ren just smiled.

"Director Wei, you also wear elastic stockings on your temple?" Zheng Ren asked.

"The great saphenous vein is no longer working, and I don't want to have surgery yet."

"Why?" Zheng Ren was a little surprised.

"Mao Chi, also known as a surgeon in the Vascular Department, is not good at surgery at all." Director Wei said contemptuously.

He was scared and said that Director Mao had not performed well in the operation, Zheng Ren suddenly knew the essence of the problem.

Director Mao performed the surgery very well.

Besides, even if it doesn’t work, it’s the director of vascular surgery at a large tertiary hospital of 912. It can still be done with a large saphenous varicose vein surgery.

You know, this can almost be said to be the smallest surgery in vascular surgery.

I can't get this off, so it's better to close the vascular surgery department in 912.

But Director Wei would rather wear stockings on stage every day than have a "small" operation.

Zheng Ren thinks Director Wei is a little cute.

Seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun's expressions, Director Wei sighed, raised his head and said, "Look."

There is a surgical incision about 8cm on his neck. It heals well and the scar is already very thin, especially when he is older and his skin is loose. Under the cover of the skin, the incision is almost invisible.

This position is the incision for thyroid surgery.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun realized immediately.

"When I was on duty many years ago, I corrected my medical records and rubbed my neck with my hands." Director Wei said with a smile: "I suddenly felt an adenoma on the thyroid gland. At that time, this guy was already very young. I felt a thyroid and thought I was finished."

"Male, single-episode, thyroid cancer is very likely."

Zheng Ren looked at Director Wei with a smile.

Thyroid cancer is not excluded from cancer except follicular cancer. Commercial insurance is no longer reimbursed, and the international medical community is also preparing to stop calling it cancer.

And Director Wei sat here well, proving that the result was definitely fine.

"Later, I went to the gland surgery department for surgery. At that time, the thyroid surgery was done intensifying local anesthesia." Director Wei said in a long-winded manner: "I am still a young doctor, and I have also been in the gland surgery department. How simple is it to explain to the patient."

He made a gesture and said, "Let your neck back and hold on for half an hour."

"Yes, what happened to you at that time?" Zheng Ren asked.

"When the anesthesiologist came on stage, I was so happy when he saw that it was me. He gave me a cervical plexus anesthesia, and then the old director went on stage and gave me an intensive local anesthesia. The aesthesiologist was afraid that I would feel pain, so before the surgery, he added a half dose of Du Fei to me."

"What happened later?" Zheng Ren was curious.

"I couldn't stand it after lying for 5 minutes." Even after many years, Director Wei was still in fear.

"Difficult breathing, a rapid heartbeat, and a sense of dying."

"Is it a self-feeling?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Yes, but not all." Director Wei said: "My apprentice... was Jianguo who told me that his heart rate was only 76 times per minute. But I felt that my heart rate was at least 150. After 10 minutes, my voice became hoarse and my speech was not clear."

"That's called Yunzhayue, you can go to perform. There is food to eat!" Su Yun joked.

"Don't talk nonsense. The old director of the gland was frightened. He searched for a long time and said that he was far away from the recurrent laryngeal nerve and didn't touch it. Why did his throat become hoarse?"

"Scared? You are so promising." Su Yun said intentionally or unintentionally.

"Who knows, I almost kicked the instrument table in the end. After I got down, I sat in the ward, took a sip of water, smoked a cigarette, and asked the nurse to get me a dullydine. I slept until the next morning and it was fine."

"Director Wei, you can't drink water 6 hours after the operation, don't you know?"

"There is nothing you can't drink?" Director Wei smiled and said, "But after that, I knew that it was really difficult for patients. It was uncomfortable for anyone to lie on the operating table. That feeling, you must not understand if you haven't lie down before."

"Tsk tsk."

"From then on, the disease has fallen into the root of the disease." Director Wei sighed.

"When I think of the operation, my heart rate will increase." Su Yun said with a smile.

"Absolutely, so let's do it for the Great Saphenous Vein." Director Wei sighed and said, "It's not fatal, I'll be careful. This disease is considered an occupational disease, and no one cares about it."

"You also have to report an occupational disease..." Zheng Ren smiled and remembered something, "Director Wei, Dashen varicose veins can undergo interventional surgery. Local anesthesia, and you will not hurt after the operation."

"Ah? Can you still have interventional surgery?" Director Wei was surprised.

"Ultrasound-guided radiofrequency closure surgery for the treatment of lower limb varicocele." Zheng Ren said seriously, "The operation is not difficult. If you are willing, if our vascular department does not carry out, I can do it for you."

"Does it hurt?" Director Wei asked with a heart-wrenching look on his face.

"It doesn't hurt, 10 minutes, so it will take half an hour to wear socks on stage." Zheng Ren accidentally told the truth.

But Director Wei seemed to have not noticed that Zheng Ren was speechless, and he hesitated.

"Don't worry, think slowly." Zheng Ren was anxious to go in to see the operation of gastric stones and quickly said: "If you want to do it, you can do it anytime, you don't need to fast water, and you will finish it in a few minutes. If you are dedicated, I will contact Xinglinyuan for a live operation."

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Note: Yes, this is my experience.

During the operation, the feeling of loneliness and despair lying on the operating table is really bad.
Chapter completed!