Personal matters

At the morning meeting the next day, Director Guo lost his temper a lot.The reason is probably that the operation on the 26th bed has not been arranged for a long time.

"We are an operating department, how many patients can't come in and wait outside...you are lucky, a bed has been detained for several weeks!" Guo Huaixiu's face darkened, sweeping away his previous friendly and kind image.

"Immediately arrange an operation for bed 26, otherwise she will be transferred to another department, and she will come back when she is diagnosed!"

"The operation is not too busy." Liu Qitong said calmly, "If it's really not possible, just follow Director Guo's suggestion and transfer to the Department of Neurology first."

"No!" Nurse Xiao Tang, who was listening on the sidelines, became anxious immediately. "Director Guo, my sister-in-law has been diagnosed a long time ago. How long has it been going on... You must not transfer to another department!"

Liu Qitong glanced at her, "The patient's family members are not allowed to participate in the case discussion, so please avoid it for a while."

Xiao Tang was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, so he looked at Guo Huaixiu aggrievedly.

"I've seen the re-examination film, and there is no change in the space-occupying lesion... I think it's better to operate as soon as possible." Guo Huaixiu coughed and came to a conclusion. "If you keep procrastinating and procrastinating, the patients will suffer in the end."

"The lesion is not completely unchanged...at least the edema zone has disappeared, which is obvious." Liu Qitong said in a deep voice, "I have reservations about the 26-bed operation."

"Then replace it with someone else!" Guo Huaixiu was also angry.The group of black and white people below, the public doesn't give him face, is Liu Qitong trying to rebel? !

"Director Lin Zhen, you will do the surgery on the 26-bed... Let the nursing department send the case over later, and you follow me to see the patient." Guo Huaixiu called the patient.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, secretly exchanging glances.

Liu Qitong completely pissed Director Guo off now, and the good master and apprentice wanted to meet each other in battle.What a slap in the face for an inpatient to temporarily replace the chief surgeon!

Lin Zhen hesitated and didn't immediately agree.

"Director Lin, since the current situation is special, I think you should go."

Lin Changmin listened to the dispute between Guo and Liu, and kept silent on the sidelines. Now he finally spoke slowly.

"Isn't Director Guo still here? What are you worried about?"

Guo Huaixiu's heart tightened.

When Lin Zhen heard his father speak, he could only temporarily let go of his inner anxiety.He raised his head and glanced at Liu Qitong. The latter looked indifferent, with his legs crossed, completely out of the way.

He sighed secretly.

"Okay, Director Guo." Lin Zhen said.

——A few short words pierced Liu Qitong's heart like a sharp knife.

After the morning meeting, Lin Zhen walked up to Liu Qitong with a helpless expression on his face.

"That was not my intention," he said.

"Intention?" Liu Qitong sneered, "Can't you stick to your 'original intention' a little bit?"

"When I was in the United States, surgeons often said a word." Lin Zhendao, "They said, 'God's hand will not be led away by doctors.'"

Liu Qitong looked at him sarcastically, but remained silent.

"Are you so sure that bed 26 is not a tumor?" Lin Zhen asked, "How sure are you?...80.00%? 90.00%?"

"Even if there is a [-]% chance, what if it is really a tumor? What if the patient dies because of your insistence?...Have you thought about all this?"

Lin Zhen's tone gradually became serious.

These questions have troubled him for a long time, and he has asked himself many times.That's why he didn't completely resist when Guo Huaixiu asked him to take over.

Liu Qitong smiled, but the smile didn't seep into his eyes at all.

"Director Lin, I see about 120 patients every day. It's 3600 a month, 39600 a year... After ten years, there are almost 40."

"I have never been to America, and I don't know God... All I trust is my own eyes."

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Lin Zhen often feels out of breath recently.

Liu Qitong is like a big mountain, weighing heavily on him—both public and private.

Lin Zhen could no longer remember the age when he was competitive with others.He has been living a fairly casual life, with a bright future and no worries about food and clothing, until he met Liu Qitong.

He had clearly told him that he would not argue with him, but this guy just refused to let him go, making things difficult for him everywhere.Teasing with guns and sticks every day, why can't you try to understand other people's difficulties?

Lin Zhen carefully cut off a piece of pathological tissue and put it into a sterile dish with tweezers.

"Take it to the lab."

"Yes, Director Lin."

The resident doctor hurriedly left the operating room holding the specimen like a baby.

While waiting for the quick pathology results, Lin Zhen carefully peeled off the remaining part of the pink tumor from the brain tissue.Nearly 45 minutes later, the resident doctor Xiao Liu finally came back with an uneasy face.

"How is it?" Lin Zhen pulled up the microscope, and his voice sounded dull through the mask.

"That...the report from the pathology department said that it doesn't look like a tumor, but consider inflammatory demyelinating changes." Xiao Liu was a little embarrassed.

Lin Zhen frowned, "Read the report to me carefully."

"Yes." Xiao Liu Yiyan opened the pathology report, "The tissue section shows blood vessel cuffs, foamy macrophages gather, nerve demyelination, axons are relatively preserved..."

Lin Zhen's heart sank.

Seeing that his expression was not right, the attending doctor asked him what was wrong.Lin Zhen shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and then put on the microscope again.

"According to the pathological results during the operation, the patient has been clearly diagnosed as multiple sclerosis... The planned resection of the left temporal lobe tumor was cancelled, and sutures are now starting."

"Yes."

There was silence in the operating room, except for the occasional crisp sound of flushing and instruments colliding.

At this moment, most people are thinking: Sure enough, Director Liu is the best, and he can get the situation right without surgery.

Lin Zhen concentrated on suturing the dura mater.

This work is not difficult, but it must be meticulous enough not to cause the patient's cerebrospinal fluid to leak.His hands are fast and skillful, and he has practiced the same movement countless times.

His head was buzzing, and a voice kept repeating in his ears over and over——

"Intention?...Can't you stick to your 'original intention' a little bit?"