Doctor of Healing

Chapter 772
"Xiaoji, what do we need to do to improve the success rate of the operation?" Deng Chaohong asked.

Obviously, Deng Chaohong is very concerned about this.

Ji Xiang was curious, something seemed wrong with Deng Chaohong today.

Deng Chaohong hesitated a little after seeing Ji Xiang's gaze, and said directly, "Recently, some of my classmates have been contacting me, asking me about the recovery process of our patients after surgery, and even asked about every physical examination very carefully."

"I feel that they are coveting this technique."

"I didn't participate in Neymar's operation, but I didn't understand Zhao Dali's operation at the time. I have been paying attention to this young man since then. His recovery can be said to be very good, if..."

Deng Chaohong hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth.

The value of this surgery is clear to ordinary orthopedic surgeons, not to mention sports medicine specialists.

I definitely can't think that Ji Xiang doesn't know, if that's the case, I don't take people seriously.

Ji Xiang smiled and did not interrupt Deng Chaohong's words.

"I said it to make money." Deng Chaohong said frankly, "I think Xiaoji's operation is still biased towards embolization and resection of kidney cancer."

Speaking of this, Deng Chaohong himself felt embarrassed, he rubbed his hands and smiled repeatedly.

It's like being with your mentor many years ago.

"Doing surgery on athletes, especially top athletes, is indeed very profitable." Ji Xiang said with a smile, "Mr. Deng, the surgery must be fine."

"The difficulty lies in damaging the capillary network as little as possible. The previous surgical procedures were too crude."

Deng Chaohong was ashamed.

"It will be better if you have more experience, and if someone asks you for surgery, I will provide you with a set."

at last!

Deng Chaohong got an affirmative answer from Jixiang.

Although a little ashamed, Deng Chaohong didn't care so much.

What most people know now is that their "students" made random shots and completed Neymar's surgery, and Neymar recovered well.

If as a teacher, he did it himself, the surgery would definitely be better!
Deng Chaohong chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed.

It's good to be able to earn some money with Ji Xiang's hands. There's nothing shameful about earning money.

"Xiaoji, what do you say to the president and I?"

"I am an assistant, and you are a teacher. You can do the surgery, and the success rate is not low." Ji Xiang answered very politely, just as Deng Chaohong wanted.

"Really...really..." Deng Chaohong rubbed his hands, not knowing what to say.

"When will the patient come?" Ji Xiang asked.

"No, I guess I might go to Shanghai."

"Oh."

Seeing that Ji Xiang was a bit reluctant, Deng Chaohong quickly persuaded him, "Xiao Ji, there are many large third-class hospitals in Shanghai, with high standards and higher income. It would be better to change the platform."

"I... am not short of money."

"!!!"

Deng Chaohong was startled, and sighed deeply in his heart.

Not short of money, this reason is really enviable.

But Deng Chaohong knew that Ji Xiang was definitely not talking nonsense. An SCI paper cost tens of thousands of dollars, and if it sold for 1, it would be a big favor, but Ji Xiang smiled, didn't care, and gave it away.

The gap between people is really big, Deng Chaohong thought about it, and the sadness in his heart flowed like a river.

But he soon became happy, if Jixiang was short of money, how could he have such a good opportunity.

Deng Chaohong was thinking about it when his cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hey?"

"Ah! Where is it?"

"Okay, okay, we'll be there soon!"

Deng Chaohong hung up the phone and ran out in a hurry.

"Xiaoji, I'm going to the intensive care unit."

Deng Chaohong ran a few steps and found that Ji Xiang was following him behind him.This kid is really trustworthy, Deng Chaohong thought to himself.

While waiting for the elevator, Deng Chaohong took the initiative to say, "In the past, a nurse's daughter in the department was ill, so I thought she should take medicine."

"Are you all right?"

"Not good, I didn't breathe on my own." Deng Chaohong frowned, "He is in the intensive care unit, and it is said that he may be brain dead."

brain death!
Vegetative! !

Ji Xiang was slightly taken aback.

At the door of the intensive care unit, a middle-aged woman squatted on the ground, covering her eyes with her hands, tears streaming from her fingers.

"Qu Dan, what's going on." Deng Chaohong asked.

"Brother Deng, I don't know. The child is studying at home. I went to deliver the fruit. She smiled at me and fell to the ground when she turned around. I...I..."

"I gonna go see."

Deng Chaohong did not comfort the middle-aged woman, but entered the gate of the intensive care unit.

Ji Xiang followed behind Deng Chaohong, put on a sterile suit, changed his shoes, and strode in.

After asking about the situation, both Deng Chaohong and Ji Xiang were dumbfounded.

The director of the intensive care unit considered the patient's oral overdose to be suicide.He had no spontaneous breathing before he was sent to the hospital, and he still doesn't have it now. Considering brain death, he is already in a vegetable state.

The patient is currently being assisted by a ventilator and is fine for the time being.

Deng Chaohong frowned and sighed uncontrollably.

"Director Lei, is there any help?" Deng Chaohong asked.

The director of the intensive care unit had a straight face, "Although the rescue was timely, the current situation is not optimistic."

Not optimistic. These three words have many extended meanings. In the current context, it can basically be understood as a high probability of brain death and a vegetative state.

Ji Xiang quietly went for a simple physical examination. The patient's neurological reflexes were indeed as Director Lei in the intensive care unit said, very pessimistic, and the score was almost zero.

The diagnosis of this patient is relatively simple, but this age is quite embarrassing.

After cardiopulmonary resuscitation after cardiac arrest, although the patient recovered his own heart rate, he was still in a deep coma, unable to breathe on his own, and his blood pressure was low, requiring vasopressors to maintain blood pressure.

She is now in a tube and is breathing with the help of a ventilator.

With the operation of the ventilator, the patient's chest wall rose and fell, which made Ji Xiang feel empty.

There was nothing Deng Chaohong could do. After asking about the situation, he went out and talked with the patient's family.

When encountering similar things, all the doctor can do is comfort.

It was obvious that Deng Chaohong was also in a bad mood, half an hour later, he took Ji Xiang away with red eyes.

"Xiaoji, this nurse was a good worker back then. It's a pity that she was a non-staff member. One year, the hospital went crazy, that is... the year when all the doctors and nurses in the hospital who were not assigned were dispatched."

Jixiang vaguely knew about this matter. In order to avoid many things, doctors and nurses without establishments were managed by a labor service company, and the labor service company signed a contract with the hospital.

"At that time, the hospital didn't think about it, so the nurses were all dismissed. The people who came later were a little lazy, so we missed them every time something happened. Although they are no longer working here, they When bringing someone to see a doctor or something, I still try to help as much as possible.

Every year, I also find a few of them to have dinner together and catch up with each other.But who would have thought that such a thing would happen. "

Deng Chaohong said and sighed.

He didn't say much about the labor dispatch, but just explained a background, then came to the fire escape, and just as he was about to touch the cigarette, the cigarette case was handed to him.

Deng Chaohong took the cigarette, and he was in a bad mood. "These years have not been easy for Xiao Qu. Her daughter is said to have good grades. When she was admitted to a key high school, the doctors and nurses we were close to had a drink to celebrate."

"Who would have thought... oh."

"Children are under a lot of pressure. During my internship, I met a high school student who jumped off the building because he passed the No. 2 exam in the school year and couldn't accept that someone had better grades than her." Ji Xiang said.

Deng Chaohong shook his head.

"Teacher Deng, do you think there is a chance to wake up?"

"No." Deng Chaohong gave an affirmative answer.

"But you ask the patient's family to go home to find the medicine box and see what kind of medicine they are taking. Is there a miracle?"

"I hope, but just the two of us, to be honest, there is no hope. The neurological examination score is very low, there is no hope, it is probably a vegetative state."

Deng Chaohong took a deep breath of the cigarette, as if he forgot to let it out, remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

But no smoke came out.

"Teacher Deng, there's nothing you can do about it." Ji Xiang had never experienced anything similar, so he didn't know how to comfort Deng Chaohong, so he could only speak dryly.

"Harmful." Deng Chaohong calmed down, "It's fate, nothing to do. The child is still young, what kind of medicine is he taking! It's all frightening!! Every year in the hospital, nurses have to pay at least three to five years to avoid night shifts. A drugged one."

"It's enough to scare people, why eat yourself into a vegetable."

Deng Chaohong has always been elegant, and this is the first time Ji Xiang has heard him swear.

"Then there are people who drink paraquat... Forget it, don't mention it."

Deng Chaohong's joy was swept away just now, he fell silent after speaking, smoked a cigarette, and went back.

Since then, Deng Chaohong has gone to the intensive care unit every year to have a look.

The intensive care unit has issued critical illness notifications many times, and informed the family members that the patient's brain has no signs of recovery, and the nervous system score is extremely low. The preliminary judgment may end up as brain death.

A day later, Ji Xiang followed Deng Chaohong to the intensive care unit again.

"Brother Deng." The middle-aged woman's eyes were bloodshot and her complexion was extremely bad. She lowered her head and said to Deng Chaohong, "Thank you."

Deng Chaohong froze for a moment, he seemed to realize what happened.Deng Chaohong's lips moved, but he swallowed the words again.

"The child is probably gone. I discussed it with her father. Instead of being a vegetable with the help of a ventilator, it is better to change the way of life."

"Organ donation?" Deng Chaohong asked hoarsely.

The middle-aged woman nodded.

"Want to wait any longer?"

"I knew it when the doctor issued a critical illness notice." The middle-aged woman said blankly, "Brother Deng, what they mean is that Xiaoyu must be in a vegetable state, even if she can go offline in the future."

"The cost of the intensive care unit is too high and I can't afford it. I don't have this condition at home. Even if I recover spontaneous breathing, I can't afford to take care of my brain-dead home. Let it be."

Ji Xiang lowered his head.

The woman said in a low voice, that's it. She didn't cry, nor did she feel relieved, she just explained a matter, a decision.

"Okay, since you have already made a decision...call me if you have anything to do." Deng Chaohong said softly.

"Okay, Brother Deng. Thank you for your hard work during this time."

Change your way of life, do organ transplants, and find a new meaning in life?

Ji Xiang didn't understand, he thought of the system NPC.

"The organ donation coordinator of the Affiliated Hospital will come in a while. I don't know the specific process. Brother Deng, please be busy. This will be handed over soon. When the matter is over, we will find you for dinner."

"Okay, your festival..." Deng Chaohong didn't even finish the two words of mourning.

Ji Xiang endured and endured, and after he left, he asked, "Mr. Deng, the intensive care unit is more than 1 a day, and I will see it for two more days."

"Hey." Deng Chaohong bowed his head and walked towards the ward.

I met Director Liu head-on, and Zhou Tianbo was beside him.

Ji Xiang was slightly taken aback, Zhou Tianbo Professor Zhou did not greet Ji Xiang, but came to the patient's family and bowed deeply.

"Teacher Deng, you go back first, I will follow Director Liu to have a look."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll do the surgery first." Deng Chaohong was in no mood, and left with his head down after speaking.

"director."

"You and Professor Deng came to see the patient." Director Liu said in a low voice, "Zhou Tianbo is here to evaluate the patient's kidney function, and the organ donation coordinator will come over later."

Ji Xiang's mood is extremely complicated.

The same is true for Director Liu, who just briefly described the situation with Ji Xiang, and the two remained silent at the same time.

Zhou Tianbo Although Professor Zhou did not speak, he expressed his respect through body language.

He was subsequently admitted to the intensive care unit.

After checking the patient's condition, Zhou Tianbo did not speak for a long time.

"Professor Zhou, the patient's kidney function seems to be fine." Director Liu asked.

"It's okay, but I always feel a little weird." Zhou Tianbo frowned, completely different from the stereotype Ji Xiang had when he first saw him in a private hospital.

"how?"

"The patient's family members seem to be former nurses from the Second Affiliated Hospital, right?"

"Yes." Director Liu said, "I heard people say that she used to be an orthopedic nurse."

Zhou Tianbo didn't continue talking.

"The first rescue was carried out, and the patient was barely sent to the emergency department, and then became seriously ill. Professor Zhou, do you have any doubts?"

"Yes...no." Zhou Tianbo looked solemn.

Ji Xiang's heart skipped a beat.

Prior to this, Ji Xiang and Deng Chaohong had a physical examination together, and the patient was in a deep coma, with spontaneous heartbeats, but no spontaneous breathing.The nerve reflex score is extremely low, which can be diagnosed as a vegetative state.

But Zhou Tianbo's intermittent questioning made Ji Xiang feel a little bit confused.

Ji Xiang turned around silently, came to the corner, pretended to look out the window, and entered the system space with breathless concentration.

"The kidney function is not bad and can be used. Tell the patient's family and prepare for the operation."

Just as Ji Xiang came back to his senses, a familiar but annoying voice came from beside his ear.

Wei Fusi!
Why is it him again! !

Ji Xiang let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, let's take a look first. I have some ideas about this patient." Zhou Tianbo said in a low voice, hugging his shoulders and resting his chin.

"Old Zhou, although you are a patient who is taking medicine, but your kidney function is not damaged, don't you dare to do it?" Wei Fusi asked.

"No, the main patient..."

"Patient, patient, can you tell me what's wrong with my kidney function?" Wei Fusi asked.

"The patient should not be in a vegetable state. Professor Zhou, you think so." Ji Xiang walked over and interrupted Wei Fusi's words.

"!!!" When Wei Fusi saw Ji Xiang, he seemed to feel the same as Ji Xiang, wanting to look at both of them, and feeling disgusted when looking at each other.

"The patient was in a coma at home, and then had a sudden respiratory arrest. Because the patient's family members are medical workers, they performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation immediately until the 120 ambulance arrived."

"In the emergency department and intensive care unit, rescue has been carried out until intubation and ventilator."

"What are you going to say? Have you had a physical examination? Do you know what the patient's neurological reflex score means?" Wei Fusi said directly with contempt on his face, "Deeply comatose, and I haven't breathed on my own until now, what nonsense."

"Old Wei, I also think that the cause of the patient's coma is the drug, coupled with the continuous cardiopulmonary resuscitation, so brain death cannot be easily diagnosed." Zhou Tianbo took a deep look at Jixiang, hesitated for a moment, and chose to stand on Jixiang's side. fly aside.

"Old Zhou, why are you unconscious too?" Wei Fusi was a little angry.

"The likelihood of brain resuscitation in patients needs to be reassessed."

Ji Xiang and Zhou Tianbo gave the next plan in unison.

Wei Fusi looked at Ji Xiang coldly, and curled his lips, "Xiaogui Pearson, you are crazy. Old Zhou, you have come here to help for a year, and you have done few operations, and you have no confidence in yourself. Alright."

Zhou Tianbo sighed and shook his head.

"The patient's family agrees. The patient is deeply comatose, no spontaneous breathing, and the kidney function is up to standard. I think organ transplantation can be done." Wei Fusi gave his opinion without hesitation.

"Let's wait first." Zhou Tianbo raised his head and looked directly into Wei Fusi's eyes.

"What's there to wait for? Wait for the rescue drugs to accumulate in the kidneys, leading to renal insufficiency? Or wait for the patient to suffer from severe illness for thirty to fifty days before making a final decision?"

Wei Fusi looked into Zhou Tianbo's eyes very dissatisfied, and finally said in a deep voice, "Old Zhou, you used to be responsible, why haven't we seen each other for a few months, and you have become a bitch."

"It has nothing to do with the decision. Xiaoji and I agree that the patient needs further observation."

"You!" Wei Fusi was a little angry, "You are not satisfied with the person who received the organs? Wait?"

This made Zhou Tianbo dumbfounded, not knowing how to explain it.

"Old Zhou, all the procedures are complete, you...you...you are so f*cking!" Facing Zhou Tianbo's questioning, Wei Fusi didn't want to turn his back on him, stomped his foot at the end, turned around and left.

"Old Wei, wait for me to play." Zhou Tianbo hurriedly followed.

"Xiao Ji, do you think it's still possible to save? I've seen many similar patients. Even if they were rescued, they were able to breathe on their own, but in the end they were still in a vegetable state." Director Liu frowned slightly.

"Ah?!" Ji Xiang looked at Wei Fusi's back in a daze.

"Many years ago, there was an 18-year-old boy who was repairing a car. There was something wrong with the equipment. The car fell and was shot directly on his body. He suffered a cardiac arrest and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. His vital signs came back, but he was brain dead."

"Because he is the only child, the patient's family has been unwilling to give up. It has been more than ten years now, and the patient is still lying at home. The nurses in our department are picked up every two weeks to change and care for the urinary catheter."

"So long! Are there bedsores?" Ji Xiang was surprised.

"No, the nurse said that the young man is still fat." Director Liu sighed, "I don't know what is right and what is wrong. It is really hard to say this kind of thing. You are young, and it is normal to be soft-hearted, but it is meaningless."

Although Director Liu said that he didn't know what was right and what was wrong, the last sentence had already expressed his attitude.

"Director, I just think the patient can still be saved."

Director Liu looked at Ji Xiang helplessly.

Maybe when I first started working, I thought about having a perfect solution.

This is Jixiang did not see a patient who would receive a kidney. If he saw the other person, he would not know how to choose.

"Let's go, it has nothing to do with us. Xiaoji, do you know why I didn't choose to do organ transplantation?" Director Liu asked.

Ji Xiang understands that it is definitely not because Director Liu is not good enough.

In urology, kidney transplantation is not the most difficult operation.

It is estimated that Director Liu and the system npc have similar ideas.

Seeing that Ji Xiang didn't speak, Director Liu didn't bother to explain.The topic of organ transplantation, no matter how you say it, will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble and controversy.

So he didn't want to touch this technique to save trouble.

If the 3D printed organs are really formed, the surgery will not be performed just by picking them up.

"Let's go." Director Liu patted Ji Xiang on the shoulder, "It has nothing to do with us. Director Bai just tried his best to make some technical reserves and didn't want to cause this trouble. It's boring to put it bluntly. "

"Oh."

Ji Xiang and Director Liu left the gate of the intensive care unit.

When going out, Ji Xiang saw Wei Fusi bowing and saluting.

The patients, family members, doctors and nurses of organ transplantation donors all give extremely high respect.

"There is a little difference of opinion between us, how do you think about it?" Wei Fusi asked politely.

Although he looked down on Jixiang, he didn't treat the patient's family like this.

"We agree to organ transplantation." The middle-aged woman said flatly, "You have my phone number, just call me if you have a decision."

"Call? You..."

"I can't ask for leave." The middle-aged woman stated the fact very flatly, "Today's day shift, the unit only let me go all morning."

Wei Fusi looked horrified.

He hesitated for a moment, with a distressed expression as if he had eaten a fly.

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Zhou, then I'll go first." The middle-aged woman bowed and said respectfully.

Watching the woman leave, Wei Fusi frowned and said in disgust, "There really are such family members of patients!"

"Oh, old Wei, don't say a few words."

"She is really hard-hearted. Her daughter is about to die in the intensive care unit, and she still has to go to work!"

Wei Fusi's voice was not loud, but the feeling of respect just now was gone, and there was only disgust and disgust.

Ji Xiang was also taken aback.

"Director Liu?"

"Have you had surgery?" Director Liu asked with a flat expression.

"Yes, but don't worry, Professor Deng and Dr. Lin are already here." Ji Xiang knew that Director Liu had something to tell him.

"Come to my office."

Ji Xiang didn't say anything, he could sense something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Following Director Liu to his office, Director Liu sat down and looked at Ji Xiang for 20 seconds.

20 seconds is not long, but it makes Ji Xiang feel very embarrassed.

"Director, what do you want to tell me." Ji Xiang had no choice but to ask questions.

"Do you have the same idea as Professor Wei Fuswei?" Director Liu asked very flatly.

"It just feels a little weird."

"I'll tell you something." Director Liu looked at Ji Xiang and said softly.

(End of this chapter)