Doctor of Healing

Chapter 794 Not only came in, but also came in
"Dr. Ji Xiang." Dr. Meltz knew that he had a self-limiting disease and did not need surgery, and the pain seemed to have eased a lot. He asked after thinking, "Do you know Wenban Yamagang and Jenny Bass By phone?"

"I know, Auntie Jenny called Wen Banyama after consulting me." Ji Xiang replied casually.

Old Aunt Jenny!
Dr. Merz was puzzled by Jixiang's description, and he seemed to be familiar with Jenny Buss from Jixiang's words.

"!!!"

"It's not just that. Believe it or not Victor Venbanyama will recover completely after surgery. This is a question and a big gamble."

"Then how did you answer?"

Dr. Merz subconsciously asked.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Dr. Merz regretted it.Jenny Bass can call Wenbanyama directly. Does Jixiang need to ask?

A sense of frustration welled up in Dr. Merz's heart, and he didn't even listen to what Ji Xiang said next.

At Massachusetts General, Dr. Merz is associated with many team doctors.

But only there.

The medical internal affairs are naturally in contact with the team doctor. Dr. Merz has never received a call from the team owner, whether it is the NBA, MLB or NFL.

at last!

Dr. Merz knew why he had a sudden abdominal pain.

When Wenbanyama received a call from team owner Jenny Buss, his blood pressure suddenly rose.

Subconsciously, I realized that this big devil has begun to gain the favor of the team management.So at that moment, my blood pressure suddenly rose.

He not only came in this field, but... came in.

No matter how rampant the young big demon king was, he couldn't stop it at all.

Even when he has just stepped into his own field, simply doing something has exceeded the limit that he can achieve in his lifetime.

The big devil didn't contact the team doctor at all, he actually... Dr. Merz suddenly remembered that the big devil called Jenny Buss his old aunt.

"Doctor Jixiang, are you familiar with Ms. Jenny Bass?"

"I'm not familiar with it. My mother has a good relationship with Jenny Buss, so call me directly." Ji Xiang shrugged and made a regretful expression.

Dr. Merz felt he had heard a great secret.

Jenny Buss is the eldest daughter of the Buss family. Although this family is not prominent, and the best property in hand is the Lakers, it is also a rich man with assets of more than one billion.

"You have also seen the situation of Victor, Dr. Merz." Ji Xiang and Pingche kept the speed even, and said flatly, "Aside from prejudice, do you think Victor can return to his original level?"

"Don't know yet." Dr. Merz didn't want to throw in the towel now, even though he knew the answer.

"Dr. Merz, your eyes are blocked by prejudice." Ji Xiang smiled slightly, "We are doctors, and medicine is evidence-based science, which can be replicated with a high probability. If you have no prejudice, you should be able to see Wen Banyama's Recovery is fast."

Dr. Merz curled up silently on the flat car. As Ji Xiang's words reached his ears, his stomach hurt more and more.

In fact, looking at Victor Venbanyama's recovery from a professional point of view, Dr. Merz knew that his recovery was extremely fast, and the effect was better than the last operation, not at 01:30.

In fact, Dr. Merz felt that the operation performed by the big devil was really good, the only problem was that he didn't understand it.

"If you can be more objective, you won't have an omental infarction due to an increase in blood pressure after hearing the news. In fact, the omental infarction is fine. If the coronary artery is blocked and cannot be rescued, it is time to contact Massachusetts and tell This sad news for them.

By the way, are you cremated?We were all cremated, and it seemed impossible to keep the whole body and send it back.If it's this dire situation, Dr. Merz, I'm so sorry for you. "

Dr. Merz felt a tightness in his chest, and the anterior descending artery seemed to be convulsing.

Just as he changed his mind about the Great Demon King, he once again unleashed a sharp weapon to deal him a fatal blow.

Does the omental infarction have something to do with knowing that Wen Banyama communicated with Jenny Buss? !

Although he was complaining, Dr. Merz quickly tried not to think about unpleasant things.

Your body is more important than your life.

As for that lucrative piece of surgery...

Thinking of this, Dr. Merz felt a pain in his heart. Not only the anterior descending branch, but also the circumflex branch seemed to be spasming, unable to provide enough blood to the heart to maintain the beating of the heart.

This frightened him. An omental infarction is one thing, but a myocardial infarction is another.

It doesn't matter how much money you make, as long as you're facing a fatal heart attack, Dr. Merz still thinks it's good to be alive.

"Calm down, there are many things you can't change." Ji Xiang didn't notice that Dr. Merz's heart began to ache, and he calmly followed the flat car, persuading him softly.

As for the effect of comfort, Ji Xiang didn't care.

The level of circulatory interventional surgery in the Second Affiliated Hospital is not bad. If Dr. Merz really had a myocardial infarction, the possibility of being rescued is not low.

Dr. Merz was sent back to the ward and hospitalized. Ji Xiang was about to leave, but Mr. Zhao stopped him.

"Doctor Xiaoji, there is something I want to ask."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Assuming that Dr. Merz doesn't perform surgery, how long will it take to recover? I heard you talk to the patient about the cause of omental infarction. It seems that it has something to do with blood pressure and emotion. Which do you think is more likely?"

Ji Xiang smiled.

Mr. Zhao's thoughts are clearly revealed.

"If it is omental infarction, you can only write a case report and leave it to me." Ji Xiang said with a smile, "The article may not have many citations and the impact factor is relatively low. You don't care."

"Ha, it's okay, I haven't paid attention to the impact factor yet." Mr. Zhao laughed.

He was very happy, very happy, Ji Xiang was as generous as in the legend, and he gave away the SCI article without hesitation at all.

"That's fine."

"Dr. Xiaoji, thank you, thank you." Mr. Zhao took advantage of it and thanked him immediately.

"You're welcome, Mr. Zhao, you are lucky and alert." Ji Xiang said, "Anyone else would have been caught for appendicitis a long time ago. How can omentum infarction be diagnosed?"

"What if it is done?" Mr. Zhao continued to ask.

"Just do it. You may not be able to see the infarcted omentum. Anyway, removing the appendix will not affect it. Some patients recover very slowly after the operation and have a stomachache. It is probably not the reason for the operation, but a diagnostic error. The appendix was cut out."

Mr. Zhao was sweating profusely.

Ji Xiang's words aroused many memories in him.

Over the years, Mr. Zhao has performed many appendectomies. Mr. Zhao has experienced many of the situations Ji Xiang mentioned.

Mr. Zhao has never paid attention to it before, but he has experienced a lot, and Mr. Zhao is very clear about what kind of patients will have more or less problems after surgery.

That's why he subconsciously refused the operation.

Ji Xiang awakened the dreamer with a word, and Mr. Zhao was stunned for a long time.

"Mr. Zhao, do you remember the postoperative patients you once did?" Ji Xiang asked.

Mr. Zhao nodded in a daze.

"Don't think too much, the pathogenesis of omental infarction has not been determined so far, even if it is treated as appendicitis or cholecystitis, it will be removed."

"Think about it, patients suffering from pulmonary tuberculosis more than 100 years ago not only took various poisons, but also received electrotherapy. Many people used electric shocks to kill themselves. You said it was a tragedy."

"Now, the price of isoniazid and rifampicin for tuberculosis treatment cannot be said to be affordable to the people. I am worried that if the price is further reduced, no drug factory will be willing to produce it."

Ji Xiang was nagging like Zhao Zhe.

"Each era has its own problems. Now we can't solve cancer. Maybe 100 years later, cancer can be cured just like tuberculosis."

Mr. Zhao's expression became much calmer. Although what Ji Xiang said was irrational, he comforted Mr. Zhao.

"Mr. Zhao, your clinical experience is really high." Ji Xiang gave a thumbs up.

The way he talks to Mr. Zhao is completely different from that of Dr. Merz.

If Dr. Merz saw this scene, all three coronary arteries would be blocked, and there would be no chance of rescue.

"Although you have never been in contact with omental infarction, just relying on your subconscious mind to suggest a CT scan is already very powerful."

"Ham, what's so great about this." Mr. Zhao was a little embarrassed by Ji Xiang's praise.

"Of course it's amazing!!" Ji Xiang said earnestly, "Mr. Zhao, I'm not joking. Let's think about it this way. If it's not Dr. Merz who is sick, but an ordinary patient, the possibility of getting a CT is very high."

"Well, at that time, a strange foreigner was talking beeping, and I was a little panicked. There was no way to communicate, or when I graduated, I would think that I would never go to pediatrics." Mr. Zhao said.

"After doing CT, you can find that there is something wrong with the omentum."

Ji Xiang looked at Mr. Zhao, and when he saw that he was about to speak, he interrupted with a smile.

"Mr. Zhao, don't be modest. You must have already thought of what I want to say. If you find a problem, you really don't know what the problem is, but this matter will stay in your heart. When you encounter a similar patient with B-ultrasound next time, You would definitely send the patient back for CT."

"Up to three times, you will definitely find the pattern."

Mr. Zhao was stunned.

Ji Xiang's words are not considered a compliment, but a logical speculation about what happened next.

His words are not exaggerated, the probability of occurrence is extremely high.

But can I sum up omental infarction?Mr. Zhao has no confidence in himself.

"I guess as long as you see similar reports by chance, and connect all these together, you will never be misdiagnosed in the future."

"You can even become an expert on related diseases."

"Summarizing experience in scientific practice is very powerful in itself."

Hearing that Jixiang has been promoted to scientific practice, Mr. Zhao is sweating profusely.

I didn't even know I was so awesome!
"Mr. Zhao, I'll go and talk to Dr. Merz again, explain what he needs to pay attention to and cooperate with, and then I'll go back first."

"Yeah, thank you, Xiaoji."

"Oh, what are you being polite about?"

After a few polite words, Ji Xiang and Mr. Zhao went to see Dr. Merz, and then left.

Mr. Zhao is still immersed in confusion and unable to extricate himself.

Before Jixiang said it, he was only depressed, and even when Jixiang talked about the misdiagnosis, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Recalling his misdiagnosis and mistreatment for so many years, he felt guilty at first.

But when Ji Xiang said this, Mr. Zhao felt that he was much better, and even had a faint tendency to inflate his self-confidence.

To be honest, he stayed in the duty room for a long time. Mr. Zhao seemed to have had a dream and hadn't fully woken up yet.

"Old Zhao, your nurses don't know how to put a urine catheter! Every time you consult with me, what's wrong!"

President Wu of the Urology Department pushed the door in and said very unhappy.

"what!"

"Ah, what, but every male patient says he has benign prostatic hyperplasia, so why don't you just call for a consultation if you don't want to see the patient." Mr. Wu was quite unhappy.

Boss Zhao patted his head and pulled Boss Wu to sit down.

"Old Wu, don't be angry, I won't consult with you in the future. I'm busy here, and the nurse in the operating room just made a phone call and asked you for consultation."

After hearing his explanation, Mr. Wu seemed to feel better.

He took out a cigarette from the pocket of Mr. Zhao's white suit, shook out one, and stuffed the whole pack of cigarettes into his pocket.

"Old Wu, Jixiang was trained by you at the beginning, tell me what impression you have of him." Mr. Zhao didn't say a word of nonsense, and rushed to light the cigarette for Mr. Wu.

"What? Ji Xiang?"

"Yeah, you're very lucky. Dr. Xiaoji is nostalgic. You've published a lot of SCI articles recently, right?"

Speaking of this, Mr. Wu was so happy that he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"That is, who am I!"

"Tell me."

"What happened?" Mr. Wu asked curiously, "Don't worry about Xiaoji, I heard from the director that Xiaoji's provincial and self-administration department will be done, and will never continue to rotate. Your gastrointestinal department is not a good department, we Connecting to the sewer, you dig up the dung, the brothers are the same, Xiaoji doesn't like it."

Mr. Zhao told what happened today, especially what Ji Xiang said to himself at the end, basically repeating it verbatim.

Mr. Wu listened in a daze, and finally looked at Mr. Zhao with the eyes of an idiot.

"What's your expression like?"

"Old Zhao, are you stupid?"

"what happened?"

"Xiaoji is obviously coaxing you to play, but you still take it seriously? Is your IQ smelling too much marsh gas? Why do I think there is a problem." Seeing that Mr. Zhao really took it seriously, Mr. Wu laughed loudly.

"I think what Xiaoji said is right." Mr. Zhao didn't think so. He took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, lit it himself, and took a deep breath. "If there is no such thing, I guess I can figure it out in a few years All the way."

"Stop talking nonsense." Mr. Wu said contemptuously, "It's not easy for others to carry the burden, but it's tiring to carry the burden yourself. Do you think academics can really be done by us?"

"Why can't I do it."

"Too busy, no time at all. When you are in the hospital, you are always as tired as a dog, and you don't even want to die in bed. If you have that time to sleep, you will sleep well."

This is true, Mr. Zhao has a lot of sympathy.

"When the two of us don't become hospital chiefs this year, we'll have to think about leading the team. Whether the director will give us a chance, or whether someone is in the way, that's all a matter. It's okay if we can lead the team successfully, can't we?"

"Let's just say that if you can lead the group successfully, how many beds will you give? Do you want to make some achievements? What do you take as an achievement? Omental infarction? Not to mention whether the director recognizes it or not, even the hospital does not recognize it."

"You haven't found a girlfriend yet, is it true that when you are hospitalized, you are always inseparable from the hospital and you are afraid of being green? While your career may be on the highway, your life is on the other side. If you still use it, you will have a child in a few months. Tut tut."

Every word of Mr. Wu was like a knife stabbing Mr. Zhao's heart.

These words are very direct, very straightforward, hard to hear, but they are true.

"Your girlfriend is pregnant and asks you for a 66 bride price with her big belly. Will you give it?"

"!!!"

Mr. Zhao looked at Mr. Wu stupidly.

"Hahaha, if it weren't for the fact that orthopedics earns a lot of money, I wouldn't do it." Mr. Wu said with a smile.

"..."

"Why bother?" Mr. Wu said with a smile, "It's better to take it easy than nothing, and it's not that you can't live. Let's go on, you gave the bride price, and should you add your girlfriend's name to the house? What about the wedding? There are endless things." Pregnancy test. What should I do if I can’t take care of the baby after giving birth.”

"You're spreading anxiety."

"The fact exists." Mr. Wu said, "So you still had the heart to remember the omental infarction at that time? Even if you did, I guess you didn't save your previous medical records."

Having said that, Mr. Wu raised his hand and knocked on the table, "Old Zhao, do you still save the various video materials and medical records of the patients you met before?"

Mr. Zhao shook his head blankly.

"That's right." Mr. Wu said, "I'll give you a suggestion. While Xiaoji is here, let him do you a favour."

"He agreed."

"Then congratulations." Mr. Wu is not jealous, because Jixiang has written more SCIs for him, and the level is higher.

"As for your scientific research, don't dream, you don't have that energy at all. Let me tell you something!"

Mr. Zhao looked at Mr. Wu suspiciously. Seeing his formal face, he couldn't guess what he was going to say.

"Isn't this Xiaoji's partial resection of kidney cancer after interventional embolization, you know."

"know."

"I want to have a closer relationship with Xiaoji, there are many benefits. I'm not afraid of your jokes, it's just so utilitarian!"

"You're serious."

"I inquired about it." Mr. Wu said, "Because the discipline of intervention was opened relatively late on our side, the first generation of interventionists retired not long ago, and the second generation did not reach the age to retire."

Mr. Zhao pricked up his ears and listened quietly.

"It is said that there is a high probability that between the ages of 45 and 50, the body and energy of the person undergoing interventional surgery will not be able to keep up, and the aging will be very fast."

"Fuck!" Mr. Zhao was taken aback.

"It's true, and I guess why it is 45-50, because the interventional surgery was carried out relatively late, and those who learned interventional surgery at that time were not children."

"!!!" Mr. Zhao knew what Mr. Wu meant, because although the department of orthopedics doesn't eat much thread, it also eats thread when taking a film during the operation.

"Impossible, X-rays are scattered rays, theoretically..."

"That's a theory, what I'm talking about is a fact." Mr. Wu said, "Otherwise you think that Xiaoji's surgery is so slippery, and SCI articles are published one after another. I'm close to the water, so why don't you go and do it with him."

"I thought you were thin-skinned, but you really thought you were an idiot." Mr. Zhao grinned.

"Cut, I'm thin-skinned? How is that possible!" Mr. Wu said, "After my research, I found a series of rules. For example, the incidence of thyroid nodules in doctors and nurses who perform interventional operations is 20% higher than that of ordinary people. "

"The probability of blood disease is 15% higher, and there are others. As for the mental head can't keep up, you can say that I am metaphysical, but... let's put it this way."

Mr. Wu frowned, and pondered seriously for a few seconds.

"A young and energetic director of the interventional department in the imperial capital, from the health care group, because he was too tired for a certain period of time, after 10 consecutive days of surgery, he suddenly had an unknown low-grade fever."

"I thought it was a cold at the time, so I had a blood test and took some medicine myself, but it didn't work out again and again. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I had a CT scan. Guess what it is?"

"Hematological tumor?" Mr. Zhao answered anxiously.

"A liver abscess."

"Why? Parasites?"

"Everyone you can think of has thought of it. The specimens were sent to Chaoyang Hospital for examination. If there are no parasites, they are just tired."

"Why is Chaoyang Hospital not Peking Union Medical College?"

"At first glance, you have nothing to do with the imperial capital. The parasite inspection in Chaoyang Hospital is the most comprehensive in the industry, not one of them." Mr. Wu showed off his knowledge, "A good person, in the prime of life, in our urology department, we do 3 tests a day At an age when bladder tumor removal is not tiring, liver abscess is caused by weakened immunity."

"Fuck!" Mr. Zhao cursed.

"Let me tell you, it's not a good job to do interventional surgery. If you put it on your body, there are indeed few threads to eat, but you don't have to step on any surgery to see if it fits well. If you catch up with some joint replacement operations, step on the thread." It will be much larger.”

"If you have the energy to strengthen your immune system, and do surgery and scientific research at the same time, how can you be capable?" Mr. Wu said, "If you think you will live a long time, tell me."

"Xiaoji is simply being polite to you, and you take it seriously. Let me tell you, this kind of mentality is the worst."

"You're all gossip."

"You know a fart." Mr. Wu scolded contemptuously, "In ancient times, there was a book called "Baichuan Xuehai", which talked about unofficial history and gossip at that time. It's called Xuehai, Xuehai!"

"..."

"I hesitated for a long time, but I still didn't have the guts to go with Xiaoji. I also know that the future is bright, but I'm afraid of death."

"Alas." Mr. Zhao was moved by the words and sighed deeply.

"It was treated like a cow and a horse, and then superimposed to eat the line, tsk tsk."

"What about Xiaoji?"

"He runs a half-marathon in the morning at least 6 days a week, and can tire his dog into a pile of mud. Xiaoji is in good health, like an animal, and we can't compare it. Besides, he is young now, have you seen Lin Jiuze?"

"Uh..." Mr. Zhao hesitated for a moment. He knew about Lin Jiuze, but now that he thought about it, he didn't have the slightest impression.

"Professor Lin Jiuzelin looks pretty, and he has already received a letter of appointment from Massachusetts General Hospital at a young age, but in fact? He is only in his early thirties, and he has gray hair at the temples."

"!!!"

"I don't believe that the interventional surgery has no effect on the body. Your orthopedics department has a lot of trouble, so you should pay more attention to it. As for Xiaoji, just listen to it. You can't believe it. He is the best at drawing cakes, a big thief!" "

"Hahaha."

Mr. Wu told Mr. Zhao a lot, and the night gradually deepened.

Dr. Merz was lying on the hospital bed, the abdominal pain gradually improved, but he tossed and turned, unable to sleep at all.

(End of this chapter)