doctor magician

Chapter 9

The old doctor quickly took the note, and repeated it in his own words according to what was written on it.It's just that he has repeatedly emphasized that this is what they came up with when they got together to study the medical records, and never mentioned the fortune teller.

On the other side of the phone, Director Gao was lost in thought, and it took him a long time to say: "What is the attitude of the patient's family to the operation?"

"Well..., the patient's family members have been asking for an operation, and just now they came to Director Zhang to report that even if her husband died on the operating table, she still asked for an operation."

"Since this is the case, let's do a laparotomy to find out. However, we must clearly explain the dangers of the operation to the family members and ask the family members to sign."

The old doctor quickly agreed and hung up the phone.He hurriedly ordered to find Director Zhang.

Director Zhang made an excuse to go to the ward rounds earlier, but in fact he was hiding from Aunt Tian.After searching for a long time, I found him in the garden below.

The old doctor made up a lie, saying that it was possible that the patient's family members approached Director Gao and asked for an operation. Director Gao agreed, and immediately performed a laparotomy to check whether there was any misdiagnosis.

Director Zhang was a little unhappy, snorted and said, "This is very irresponsible! ——Since he said to open it, let's open it!"

"Then who will perform the surgery?"

"Of course it's me. I'm the patient's attending doctor! Who else can you put the blame on? But you want to testify to me. It was his surname Gao who asked for this. If you really want to investigate it in the future, I won't take responsibility. of!"

While Director Zhang was talking angrily, he hurried back to the oncology ward and ordered to prepare for the operation.

When Director Zhang put the operation consent form in front of Aunt Tian with a sullen face, and repeatedly told her the serious consequences of the operation, emphasizing that her husband would probably die on the operating table, Aunt Tian still signed without hesitation.This is the last straw, she has no choice.

The nurse pushed Aunt Tian's husband, Zhuo Daqi, who was unconscious, into the operating room. The light in the operating room was on, and Aunt Tian stood outside the operating table and waited anxiously.Her father-in-law and mother-in-law are also together, and they are also extremely anxious. This is their last hope.They are really afraid that the doctor will come out and say: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best." Then they will be limp outside the operating table.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the operating room went out.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and several nurses came out pushing the patient. There were still large and small infusion bottles hanging on the cart, and the infusion tube extended all the way under the patient's quilt. In the observation window of the infusion tube, The liquid was slowly dripping down.

Seeing this scene, Aunt Tian suddenly had hope in her heart. ——If the husband dies, there is no need for another infusion at all.Now prove that the husband is still alive!

Huge joy filled her heart at once, she was so happy that she burst into tears, rushed over to hold the cart, and saw her husband's thin face and half-opened eyes.

"Father! Can you hear me?"

Her husband, Zhuo Daqi, didn't know whether he heard it or if it was a subconscious action, his eyes blinked slightly.

The nurse on the side smiled and said: "The operation was successful, don't worry, the patient needs to rest. Don't bother him yet, he will fully wake up tomorrow morning, and needs to stay overnight tonight."

"Okay, okay, thank you doctor, thank you doctor!"

Aunt Tian kept thanking her while wiping her tears, regardless of the fact that what she was facing was only a nurse, and she did not see the doctor who performed the operation come out.

After Aunt Tian accompanied her husband back to the intensive care unit, the exhausted doctor Zhang, the anesthesiologist, and several operating room nurses walked out of the operating room.

Dr. Zhang walked to the door, stopped, slowly raised his head to look at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

Knowing that the operation was over, several old doctors in the doctor's office hurried to the door of the operating table, saw Dr. Zhang who was in a daze, and asked nervously: "How is it? I heard the nurse said that the operation was successful. What's going on?" ? Could it really be...?"

Director Zhang nodded heavily, then sighed and said, "No cancerous tumor was found. It's just duodenal ulcer bleeding. Sigh! We did misdiagnose it..."

Director Zhang suddenly aged a lot, and walked back to the office with heavy steps. Several other doctors followed behind, and no one dared to speak.

The doctor's office was quiet. After a long time, Director Zhang seemed to think of something suddenly and asked, "Where is that note? Where is it?"

The old doctor quickly took out the note and handed it to him.

Director Zhang slowly read it several times, then slowly put the note on the table, sighed again, shook his head and said: "It's all right, the fortune teller is all right! Fortunately, Director Gao agreed to perform the operation. Otherwise, the patient will lose too much blood and die, and my crime will be great."

"I can't blame you, Director Zhang. Even the doctors in the capital misdiagnosed it. We can only blame our medical technology for not being advanced enough. These instruments deceive our eyes."

"I can't say that, instruments are dead, but people are alive. We believe in dead things too much, and don't believe in our own heads. In fact, without these instruments, think about it with your own brains. The patient has severe anemia symptoms. , I should have thought about the real cause. Sigh! I have been reviewing myself repeatedly after the operation..."

As soon as I said this, a person came in from outside the door. It was Aunt Tian, ​​with tears on her face. She bowed to Dr. Zhang to express her gratitude, and then asked, "Dr. Zhang, is my husband cancer?"

Director Zhang smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's not cancer. The fortune teller you hired was right. Your husband is bleeding from a duodenal ulcer. I have already performed the corresponding operation. Your husband will recover soon."

Aunt Tian grinned all over her face, and kept saying thank you.

Director Zhang looked at her: "The person who gave you advice is really a fortune teller?"

"Yes, yes, he is a young fortune teller. He wears sunglasses and a suit. He also wants to rent a shop of mine. He probably wants to open a fortune-telling shop!"

Aunt Tian seemed to be quite proud of knowing such an expert fortune teller with supernatural powers, and she was also very grateful that she could get guidance from this expert at her husband's most critical juncture.

After hearing Aunt Tian's words, Director Zhang subconsciously had an impulse to pay a visit to this magical fortune-teller to express his gratitude.However, he quickly dismissed this idea. Although he was very curious about how this fortune teller could calculate such an accurate medical problem, but, as the deputy director of the oncology department of a dignified provincial hospital with formal higher education, he humbly followed a fortune teller. If you want to ask for advice, it will become a big joke if it is spread.

So, he shook his head, sighed again, and sighed in his heart: the master is among the people!

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After Xiao Ying came out of Aunt Tian's snail snack shop, he still returned to the open space where the stall was set up before, spread the white cloth sheet again, and continued to sit cross-legged.

Director Long and the old lady were still in the shop talking to Aunt Tian.The long-sleeved fortune-teller who was gossiping with yin and yang before and another fortune-teller left the booth and came over.

The fortune-teller in a long-sleeved shirt said with a sneer, "How is it? Have you been kicked out? -- Fortune-telling is not a lucrative business as you imagined, so just stay where it is cool!"

Xiao Ying still turned a deaf ear, sitting there cross-legged, looking like a master of Taoism, completely ignoring their cynicism.

The more Xiao Ying ignored them, the angrier the two fortune tellers became, they raised their voices, and their words became even harsher.

At this moment, Director Long yelled not far away: "Xiong Xueguang, do you want to cause trouble?"

The two fortune tellers hurriedly turned their heads to look, and saw Director Long rushing over with his fat body shaking, they shrank their necks and took two steps back in fright.The long-sleeved fortune-teller smiled and said, "No, we didn't cause trouble, so I asked him how the fortune-telling result was."

"It's none of your business what people think? I'm warning you, Xiong Xueguang, if you want to make trouble on this street, don't blame me for being rude."

"How can I? Sister Wang, how dare I make trouble on your land? Hehehe,"

The long-sleeved fortune-teller smiled and turned around to leave, but Xiao Ying opened his mouth unhurriedly: "Your name is Xiong Xueguang, right? You're from Wupu Village, Tongbai County?"

Xiong Xueguang was taken aback, and turned his head to look at Xiao Ying: "How do you know my native place?"

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