Sleepless Doctor

　　 Wu Mian was sitting in the car, his eyes behind sunglasses were slightly closed, as if thinking about something. Chu Zhixi kept talking along the way, he only responded twice occasionally, but it didn't seem too lonely in the car.

　　【I am still the same boy before, without a trace of change. Time is just a test. The faith in my heart has not diminished...]

　　 The phone rang for a long time, but Wu Mian remained motionless. Seeing that Wu Mian was not answering, Chu Zhixi turned on Bluetooth and connected to the phone.

　　 "Shao Mian, where are you?"

　　 "Brother Sun, we have already entered the city, the patient has arrived." Chu Zhixi said.

　　 "Xiao Xi, where's Mian Shao?"

"In a daze."

　　 There was a little silence on the phone side, and then he smiled heartily, "I just ask, can the patient use an MRI?"

　　 Chu Zhixi glanced sideways at Wu Mian, and saw that he was sitting in the passenger seat like a stone sculpture without saying a word, and said, “No, direct angiography. By the way, the hybrid operating room was arranged.”

　　 "Xiaoxi, you have already told me on the phone call, how can you not arrange it. The operating room is busy today, and Mr. Hou from the Imperial Capital is here to perform the operation."

　　 "Teacher Hou Jingru from the Imperial Capital Hospital?"

"Well, you told me that we all rushed together. Usually, patients with spinal arteriovenous malformations can't get one for a year. The intervention team and I pondered it and asked Teacher Hou to guide the operation. I don't know how Mian Shao knows. Back home..."

　　 "It's a coincidence, if there is an operating room. Brother Sun, I won't say much, the light is not good, and I am still relatively young driving."

　　 "Okay, there is nothing else to explain."

"Prepare two assistants, one is interventional surgery assistant, who must be on stage. If type Ⅰ and type Ⅱ are okay, if it is really complicated... this patient is also the emergency department we encountered, so there is no way to judge, so we can only do the best Bad plan."

"understood."

　　 The answer was very straightforward, and the two of them hung up the phone without any gossip.

　　 "Brother, what type do you think it is?" Chu Zhixi asked.

　　 "I don't know, I am not a see-through eye." Wu Mian said with his eyes closed, "Look again during the operation, I hope it won't be too complicated."

　　 "It's okay, if it's complicated, I can do a spinal canal mirror under the DSA machine."

　　 "No, you can't be exposed to radiation." Wu Mian said very simply, without any room for discussion.

　　 "You think, what if you have an operation and encounter an abnormal situation? Don't you have to accumulate some experience first."

　　 "No, I had a radiography. In case, if there is overlap of blood vessels, then you will die." Wu Mian replied grimly, as if talking about other people's life and death instead of talking about himself.

"cut!"

　　 After making a cut, Chu Zhixi expressed his dissatisfaction with silence.

　　 "The lead clothes are too heavy."

　　 Wu Mian weakly explained, Chu Zhixi remained silent.

　　 "When you grow up and have children, I can teach you if you want to go." Wu Mian said.

　　 When it comes to children, flowers are in full bloom.

　　 "Brother, the child has the best eyes like you, nose like me, mouth..."

　　 Wu Mian listened to Chu Zhixi's nagging silently, with a hint of bitterness on the bottom of his mouth. Will you survive until then? Really, I don't have much confidence.

　　 Surgery is just a no-brainer. Even Wu Mian's own research in a European P4 laboratory infects mice with brain changes that have a higher success rate than surgery.

　　 Only because the research involving the virus was locked up by a pair of invisible hands, Wu Mian couldn't explore more deeply, so he set aside and prepared for surgical treatment.

　　 Watching Chu Zhixi dream about the appearance of the future child, Wu Mian was a little worried. Once the operation fails, it's okay if you die directly. If he becomes a vegetable, will Chu Zhixi extubate it?

　　 is probably a good promise, but then she will take care of herself for the rest of her life.

　　Brain death is considered death. There has been a lot of debate about this. Wu Mian would rather leave this world instead of becoming the living dead and lying in bed for the rest of his life.

　　Thinking that these are too annoying, Wu Mian condensed his mind, imagining boring operations over and over in his mind. Even if hypermemia brings countless discomforts, he is unwilling to think about the future.

　　 I am a person without a future.

　　 After all, it is a private car, no one gives way when driving on the road, and Chu Zhixi's driving skills generally do not dare to drag racing.

　　 Nearly half an hour later than the 120 emergency, the brown Skoda appeared in front of the inpatient department of the Second Hospital of Medical University.

　　 Wu Mian got off the car, saw Sun Gang standing at the door, and walked over.

　　 "Professor Sun, I'm sorry to interrupt you." Wu Mian said.

　　 "Shao Mian, you see what you said." Sun Gang smiled, "If I knew you were here for the operation, I wouldn't call a professor."

　　 "I have seen Ms. Hou's surgery, and the level is very high."

　　 Hearing Wu Mian's evaluation, Professor Sun smiled wryly.

　　 "What? There are twists and turns in the operation?"

　　 "Don't mention it, the station that opened at 12 noon hasn't come down yet." Sun Gang sighed and said nothing but the facts.

　　 "What type?"

　　 "Type I."

　　 Ⅰ type refers to dural AVF.

　　In this case, surgery can be selected for treatment, or embolization such as isobutyl cyanoacrylate can also be used. The operation is simple and easy. The lesion can be removed directly, or the draining vein close to the fistula can be simply cut off to obtain a permanent cure.

　　 Wu Mian nodded, and did not show contempt because the Type I arteriovenous fistula was not done. UU reading www.uukanshu.com surgery, how can it be 100% successful.

　　 "Shao Mian, please come here." Professor Sun led the way, leading Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi all the way to the operating room.

　　 "Brother Sun, the patient's family has finished signing, right."

　　 "It's all neat, they are all templates, and they are very simple." Sun Gang smiled, "If it is a week in advance, it may not be so fast. Isn't it a coincidence, just like Teacher Hou will do the teaching operation."

　　 Copy and paste, this is an extremely annoying practice in the medical department, but no matter how many documents are issued, clinicians are still copying and pasting.

　　 As a result, many doctors are careless. What is left is written as right, what is benign is written as malignant, what... all kinds of mistakes, only unexpected, nothing can't be done.

　　 Wu Mian did not feel this. Since he entered the clinic for 2 months and 13 days, his attention has shifted from basic clinical work to the details of the operation. Medical record? There is no mistake at all, the key is that Wu Mian has never written a major medical record since then.

　　 "The patient has already undergone a general anesthesia, and the family members have cooperated in particular." At this point, Professor Sun showed a weird smile. He hesitated and asked, "Why is the person sending the patient a Taoist priest?"

　　 "Brother Sun, he is not a Taoist priest, but an emergency doctor at the Bajingzi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Chu Zhixi smiled, "I didn't expect it before."

　　 "Hahaha, here we are leaning on Laoya Mountain, and there are too many people who want to benefit from Laoya Mountain Taoist Temple." Sun Gang said with a smile, "Young Master Mian, you don't know Laoya Mountain Taoist Temple."

　　 "Don't call Mian Shao, call Mr. Wu." Wu Mian said, "I heard the old man said that the incense on that side is very strong."

　　 "Not only is the incense flourishing, Xue Daochang of Taoist temple has a deep relationship with our sophomore year."