Clinically, there are very few nuclear magnetic dispersions in the liver. Or not very few, but almost none.

Director Luo must have read the article in the New England journal and knew that the location of the puncture was determined through nuclear magnetic diffusion.

But he was still not sure, so he had to listen to Zheng Ren's words and believe it.

"Thank you for your help, Director Luo." Zheng Ren said: "After the examination today, if there are no surgical contraindications, you can have surgery tomorrow."

Because magnetic diffusion is not a routine examination, patients generally do not bring relevant films to 912 for treatment, so they need to do a film before deciding on the operation.

Patients who were admitted to the interventional department before were admitted to the hospital after the outpatient clinic, and they were not admitted to the hospital first. The patients were asked to undergo magnetic diffusion in the outpatient clinic, and whoever completed the first was admitted to the hospital first. In this way, the hospitalization cycle can be shortened as much as possible.

Director Luo looked up, glanced at Zheng Ren, and asked, "You are very familiar with Lao Chu."

"I met me when I first came to the imperial capital. Director Chu took good care of me." Zheng Ren said.

"Then you go find Lao Chu and take the patient to take time to perform the magnetic dispersion today. I will have surgery tomorrow. Remember to tell me, I'll go and see Boss Zheng's skills." Director Luo said.

"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded.

He was not polite, nor did he react inappropriately because Director Luo asked him to take the patient for examination.

Director Luo has said this, if Zheng Ren is not satisfied, it would be too much.

"Go and find Mr. Liu to take you to see the patient." Director Luo said.

Zheng Ren and Director Luo exchanged their mobile phone numbers and WeChat, and then they left the director's office.

Is Mr. Liu? The inpatient chief of the Department of Gastroenterology is Liu.

Zheng Ren thought, and came to the doctor's office door and knocked on the door.

"Will Mr. Liu be there?" Zheng Ren asked with a kind look on his face.

"I am, what's wrong with you?" A short and fat female doctor in her thirties looked up at Zheng Ren and asked.

"Hello, I am Zheng Ren from the interventional department. Director Luo asked me to come to see you to see a patient with advanced cirrhosis accompanied by portal hypertension yesterday." Zheng Ren said.

"Oh, you are Boss Zheng." Mr. Liu said enthusiastically: "Please come in, please come in."

Zheng Ren walked in, smiling, and acting extremely gentle.

"The patient is a 60-year-old woman with a history of cirrhosis for more than 30 years. Her liver atrophy is now very severe, and her liver function is not bad. Here are various indicators. Boss Zheng, please take a look." Mr. Liu found the medical record and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Judging from the test form, this is true. The patient's liver function is worse than that of normal people, but it will not affect the operation.

"How much is ascites?"

"This is a abdominal ct film, look at it." said the chubby Mr. Liu.

Zheng Ren inserted the film into the film reader and held his chin to read it.

With the passive skill of [Reconstruction], Zheng Ren himself can determine the puncture point by using a simple abdominal ct sweep.

But if it is not systematic, it has a strong personal style.

In other words, other people cannot determine the puncture point of the tips surgery according to Zheng Ren's method, which has an unrepeatable nature.

It cannot be repeated, it cannot be promoted.

According to the film, the patient's liver atrophy has aged about 1/4 of its volume and is enlarged, and images of varicose veins in the fundus of the stomach can be seen.

The amount of ascites is not large for this degree of cirrhosis, and the patient controls it well.

"A month ago, the patient was given hemorrhage in a local hospital and was treated in an emergency. After the condition stabilized, the patient's family came to our hospital for treatment." Mr. Liu began to introduce the patient's medical history.

Zheng Ren just listened and carefully analyzed the patient's condition.

In fact, Zheng Ren can do it without doing it himself in the late stage of cirrhosis and portal hypertension, and leave this kind of thing to others, and only be responsible for the surgery himself.

But has the situation just opened up? Zheng Ren doesn't want to leave Director Luo with an arrogance.

And the most important thing is that Zheng Ren is worried.

After being a doctor for a long time, Zheng Ren is the kind of person who can't hold two taels of sesame oil on the dog's belly. As long as the patient has a problem that cannot be solved, he can't sleep well at night.

For example, those difficult and complicated diseases, the patient shows one disease, but in fact it is another disease. If you want to have surgery, it is better to analyze it yourself first, then compare the system template, and try to be foolproof.

After listening to Mr. Liu's report, she took Zheng Ren to the ward to see the patient.

As soon as he entered the ward, Zheng Ren heard an elderly woman say, "Son, our family doesn't have much money, it's expensive to see a doctor in the imperial capital."

It was a gray-haired old man who was calling, and he looked at least ten years older than his actual age.

"How about we go back and I will take some Chinese medicine and it will get better soon."

The old lady said tremblingly.

As soon as she finished speaking, a roaring sound came from the phone in her ear.

Zheng Ren didn't hear clearly what he said.

But the old lady was obviously timid. She was not the kind of tough person. She just listened to her son silently, her head was slightly lowered, her gray hair was scattered, and the sun shone through, and the black and white were clearly distinguished, like withered weeds.

Doctors generally don't care about such housework unless they encounter extremely special circumstances.

Zheng Ren kept a gentle smile and stood at the head of the bed with Mr. Liu. He waited for the old lady to hang up the phone before starting the consultation.

At the beginning, Zheng Ren did not ask directly, but chatted with the old lady for a few common words, such as where is his hometown and how many people in his family.

The old lady's mood quickly calmed down, as if she had found someone to talk to her, and she had a lot of nagging with Zheng Ren.

Mr. Liu was a little anxious. There was still a lot of work on that side. Once he was delayed for half an hour, all the work would be delayed.

Zheng Ren felt Mr. Liu's mood and said with a smile: "Mr. Liu, go and have a busy schedule. I'll talk to my aunt for a while."

"Yeah." Mr. Liu nodded repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Boss Zheng, there are too many things I have on that side."

"You go and do your business. After I finish asking this question, I will go to you if I need to check."

Mr. Liu apologized and flashed quickly.

Zheng Ren had nothing to do, so he continued to communicate with the patient.

When I was in Haicheng, this kind of work was always very happy. But at the beginning, Zheng Ren did it himself when dealing with the 912 gastroenterology department.

Soon, Zheng Ren learned about the patient's condition.

Her lover died early and raised a child by herself. The child was not good at studying and had been experiencing a lot of trouble in society very early.

When she first learned that she had hepatitis B, she didn't go to the hospital for treatment, but just shared the meal with her child to avoid contagion to her son.

More than ten years later, she began to show cirrhosis. Due to family conditions, she still did not give her treatment, but only took oral drugs to control the activity of the hepatitis B virus.

She didn't know the condition was developing. When she had ascites, she thought that she was fat and had a big stomach.

It was not until a month ago that one day I suddenly vomited blood and was hospitalized for emergency treatment and had a set of examinations.

It was diagnosed as advanced cirrhosis, with portal hypertension and a large amount of ascites.

After a period of treatment, her ascites improved much better. Her son began to seek medical treatment everywhere and finally found the 912 Hospital.

I queued up the beds for nearly a month before I moved in.

When the old lady saw Zheng Renming, she held his hand and nagged, "Child, my son is not married yet. I can't make much money, but I have some savings in my hand, but this hospitalization is too expensive..."

"Auntie, it's okay. You can get some reimbursement when you go back. The specific details depend on the local medical insurance policy." Zheng Ren comforted her.

"I'm fine, doctor, please tell my son later, I'm fine, let me go back." As soon as the money was mentioned, the old lady began to wipe her tears again.

"Uh..." Zheng Ren had no choice. This is a systematic project of society. What can he do?

Perhaps the old lady can save some of the money through live surgery?

Let's try it, but many people can't accept the live broadcast of the surgery.

Did Lu Xun say that when he saw the short sleeves, he immediately thought of the white arms, the whole fruit body, the ###, the ##, the hybridization, the illegitimate child. The Chinese imagination can only leap forward in this level.

This is the old man’s statement about cheongsam. Even though it has been a hundred years since the Republic of China, it still looks outdated now.

People still think so when it comes to live surgery.

"Mom, I'm here." Zheng Ren was thinking, and a bold voice came. Zheng Ren looked back and the golden light almost blinded Zheng Ren's eyes.
Chapter completed!