"Yes, do a test and then remove the foreign object." Zheng Ren said, "We were misled. Although the patient does not have a positive medical history, the operation is still necessary."

"There is no preoperative examination." Su Yun emphasized one thing.

"The patient and the patient's family agree that there will be no medical disputes." Zheng Ren said, "What I am curious about now is what the foreign body in the sacral spinous muscle is."

"It doesn't look like a parasite." Su Yun said with certainty.

Zheng Ren nodded, it was definitely not a parasite.

If so, the big pig's hooves always have to give a diagnosis. But the ninth time he looked at the system panel, and the diagnosis on it was clear - foreign body of the sacral spinous muscle.

The system panel is not very red, and it is probably the type of patient with severe symptoms but the actual situation is very mild.

Similar to... the pain caused by bulging lumbar discs, compressing the nerve roots. Some patients do not need surgery, but it is really painful.

Zheng Ren experienced the helplessness and helplessness of a patient during the Tangli Water allergy incident. He did not think that the patient was compulsively performing personality, but looked at the patient who was fighting pain with concern.

"Boss, for surgery, are the sterile conditions here appropriate?" Su Yun asked.

"Subcutaneous surgery can be done even when you change to the emergency department's treatment room, but it's a little bit bigger." Zheng Ren said, "Post-operative anti-inflammatory symptomatic treatment is enough, it's okay."

After whispering a few words, the two of them remained silent, each with their own thoughts.

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Yan Changsen got into the car. He did not ask the secretary to call, but found a number himself and dialed it out.

He called the director of the Department of Anesthesiology at the First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University.

"Director Qiu, hello, I am Yan Changsen."

"You're welcome, I want to trouble you if you have something to do."

"I have a relative in my family who wants to have surgery..."

"No, if you don't go to the hospital, just do it at home. Please help me find a set of equipment. Well, with an experienced anesthesiologist."

"No, you don't have to worry about the rest."

"We invited Boss Zheng, the surgeon."

The other side of the phone remained silent, and after a few seconds, Director Qiu's voice rang out.

"Yes, it's Boss Zheng who just won the Nobel Prize."

"I'll drive there now. When you're ready, we'll make an appointment to meet and I'll bring it to my house."

"By the way, I don't understand the various instruments and equipment needed for the operation. Please help me think carefully. Boss Zheng said that we need continuous epidural anesthesia, let's think about it from the worst perspective."

"Okay, okay, please trouble you."

After saying that, Yan Changsen hung up the phone.

He closed his eyes and rested, leaning against the car chair, but his eyelids kept beating.

No matter how much you think about it at this time, it will be of no use. Since you have decided to do it, you must have no mistakes on your side.

He passed the matter in his mind again and finally confirmed that there was no negligence. But even so, he was not at ease. His closed eyelids kept trembling rapidly, and he was full of thoughts.

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Yan Changsen called Director Qiu, and Director Qiu was attending a friend's banquet at this time.

He is the director of the Department of Anesthesiology, the First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University. He has known this friend for a long time and was the first to do surgical anesthesia for his friend's mother. His relationship has been harmonious along the way.

Director Qiu’s friend asked Feng Shui masters to arrange the situation a few months ago. His career was booming and his market value rose sharply against the trend. Today’s banquet is thankful to Feng Shui masters.

As a guest, Director Qiu sat at the bottom. The main seat was a middle-aged man with a thin face. His eyebrows were light and he could hardly see them without looking carefully. His face was also light, but his faint face could not hide his arrogant look.

Now it is not called Feng Shui masters on the surface. Director Qiu is a little funny when he is called a folk culture expert. He sounds like an old professor at a certain hospital or a certain research institute. Or a small advertisement posted on a telephone pole twenty or thirty years ago, which says it is an old military doctor, or an old expert or something.

But this person is really capable. The friend of Director Qiu's previous friend was at a loss because of the capital flow problem. Not only was his business in trouble, but he was not far from bankruptcy liquidation.

After the guidance of the master in front of me, the career that was already in trouble quickly became smooth. It is said that the outer disciple of Tiannan, who is famous Master Yan, has received the true teachings.

It is good to have good methods, but it is too arrogant, Director Qiu thought to himself.

The master looked calm and no matter who he looked at, it was the same, as if he could come in person, just as if he was giving him a great face.

There was a lively scene where you should have been drinking and drinking, but in front of that person, it was not lively.

He didn't answer all kinds of rainbow farts at all. He looked at everyone present with a fool's eyes, with a full of contempt and disdain in his eyes. It seemed as if he was quietly talking to everyone, including Director Qiu, that you, everyone, are garbage.

Although he was unhappy, Director Qiu did not reveal it. He came here to support the scene for his friends, not to cause trouble.

A series of exquisite dishes were served, and the master took the chopsticks and tasted them first. Looking at his face as if it was an eternal iceberg, no one knew whether he was happy or unhappy today.

Despite this, facing the arrogant Feng Shui master and folk customs expert, not only Director Qiu did not express his displeasure, but the others who came together this time also carefully praised him.

Everyone wants to know such a type of people. Their profession can be said to be superstitious or folk customs. No matter whether it is black and white cats, the one who can catch the mouse is a good cat. Even if it is just psychological comfort, as long as it is easy to use.

Even if someone has high eyelids and looks down on himself, he cannot offend him.

Master Yan's reputation was still praised during the meal. Who knows when will he encounter difficulties and asks for help from "folk customs experts".

As we were chatting, Director Qiu's phone rang.

He took out his cell phone apologetically and took a look at the notes. It was called by a big venture capital boss.

Mr. Yan is said to be in charge of a large amount of funds and has investment in the field of pharmaceutical research. Director Qiu once had contact with a manager under his place. He also had a glimpse during the meal. He met Mr. Yan and was lucky enough to leave a phone number.

He smiled apologetically again. Seeing the "folk customs expert" glanced at him with some unhappiness, Director Qiu quickly turned around and answered the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Yan, hello, long time no see you." Director Qiu felt very kind to Yan Changsen's straightforward introduction first. This is a big boss with a net worth of 10 billion yuan. Look at the attitude of others and then look at the "folk customs expert". People are really different.

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Chapter completed!