medical treatment

After [-]:[-] in the evening, Yu Zhiming, who replenished some energy through snacks, took Zhou Mo to the operation floor of the oncology department.

In the family waiting area, Yu Zhiming saw his father-in-law Gu Changxuan with the patient's family.

"Dad, you're here too."

Gu Changxuan nodded and said, "As an old classmate, and it's such a critical operation, I'm here to encourage you."

Yu Zhiming secretly paid attention to it, and found that his father-in-law did not make eye contact with the patient's son in just a few tens of seconds.

Perhaps, he was thinking too much?
At this moment, Zhou Mo suddenly said in surprise: "Hey, Uncle Gu, at first glance, you really look like the head of the patient's family."

This……

I'm really afraid that something will happen, Yu Zhiming can't wait to sew up this guy's mouth with sutures.

How did it show that you came?
Gu Changxuan looked at the patient's son beside him, then touched his face, and looked at Yu Zhiming.

"Zhiming, do we really look alike?"

Yu Zhiming quickly shook his head and said, "Not at all, I don't see any similarities between you two."

"Dad, it's time for me to go in for surgery."

Saying this, without waiting for his father-in-law to respond, Yu Zhiming quickly walked towards the operating area where the family members stopped...

More than an hour later, Yu Zhiming walked out of the operating area and found that his father-in-law hadn't left.

He introduced: "Dad, the work I am in charge of is over, and the next surgery is the real beginning."

"It will probably take more than three hours."

"They are all performed by experienced chief surgeons, and the possibility of accidents in the operation is not high."

Gu Changxuan nodded and said, "I can trust the strength of Huashan Hospital."

After a pause, he turned to say: "Zhiming, the little boy who went abroad for eye treatment, the treatment went well, passed the adaptation period and the observation period, and returned to China in two days."

Yu Zhiming smiled lightly, "It's really good news."

Gu Changxuan hummed, and then said, "I heard from your little assistant that you will have a brain surgery next."

"Go to work, go back early after you finish your work..."

Walking out of the oncology building, Yu Zhiming just wanted to criticize Zhou Mo for being too talkative, when she handed her the phone.

"Half an hour ago, Dr. Lou Xinghua from the Affiliated Hospital of Binda University came to you and said he wanted to talk about the operation plan."

"Doctor Yu, are you calling back now?"

"still?"

Yu Zhiming took the phone, found Dr. Lou's call records, and called back...

"Doctor Yu, I've already made up the operation plan. As I said at the beginning, this operation is very challenging. It can only be said that it is half hard work and half luck."

"About the child's operation, I don't know Doctor Yu, do you have anything else to explain?"

Yu Zhiming pondered for a moment, and said: "Dr. Lou has worked hard. Let the parents of the child know the exact risks of the operation. Whether to perform the operation or not, they will make the final decision."

Dr. Lou responded during the call.

Yu Zhiming suddenly remembered the little boy last time, and asked, "Doctor Lou, that little boy with a deformed heart?"

Dr. Lou sighed softly, and said, "The boy was completely abandoned by his parents. Then he was taken by those parents to spend a few days of eating, drinking and having fun by the seaside."

"Just a few days ago, the child had an acute heart failure attack, and he died."

Dr. Lou sighed again: "Those parents donated their children's organs and helped seven people in total."

"It's not in vain to come to the world and leave my traces in another way..."

After finishing the call with Dr. Lou, Zhou Mo's voice sounded in Yu Zhiming's ear again.

"Doctor Yu, Xie Wanwan's assistant has contacted me again, hoping that we can jointly issue a statement."

"I pointed out that there was indeed a communication about the medical examination, but it was temporarily put on hold because of the conflict in the schedules of the two parties."

Yu Zhiming cut lightly, and said, "I'm really right. Celebrities have too many things to do. Let them make their own statement. I'm not interested in cooperating with them in acting,"

He asked again: "What leaked the news?"

Zhou Mo said hehe: "The assistant told me that it is very likely that someone in their team is not strict with their mouths. They talked a few words outside and were accidentally overheard."

Between the words, the two had arrived at the old specimen building.

Passing the stairs to the brightly lit third basement floor, Yu Zhiming opened the staircase door, and what greeted his face was no longer the scorching heat, but the warm spring-like breeze, which made him feel more comfortable.

Walking in the corridor, Yu Zhiming found a large high-definition screen embedded in the wall, showing a dynamic picture of the grassland.

In the picture, the white clouds in the sky are moving slowly.

In the distance of the picture, there is a shepherd on a horse, slowly driving his flock.

Yu Zhiming could still hear the sound of the wind and the intermittent yelling of the herdsmen from afar.

It seems that Yu Zhiming is standing in a high-rise building, admiring the scenery of the prairie with lush grass and manure through the window.

Moreover, several high-definition screens on the left and right walls all display grassland scenery, and the details can echo each other.

As if, they were really walking on a high-rise building between a grassland.

Zhou Mo was slightly surprised, and said: "This decoration is really full of details. Use technology to trick our brains and eliminate our depressive feeling of working in the basement."

"Tsk tsk, the logistics department deserves praise, big praise."

Yu Zhiming is also very satisfied.

After all, working in a basement where the sun and moon cannot be seen for a long time will inevitably have some negative effects on the body and mind.

At this time, Yu Zhiming heard the movement and saw several people walking out of the nurse's station.

There was Tian Wen, a middle school teacher, and two elderly people, a man in his thirties with a short cut.

There was also an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

Yu Zhiming knew that they were the family members of the patient.

Tian Wen greeted first: "Doctor Yu, my husband has been pushed into the operating room, and I'm just waiting for you to come."

Yu Zhiming nodded in agreement, and asked again: "Did Dr. Zhao explain the treatment process to you?"

Tian Wen replied softly: "As I said before, puncture, drip injection of clot-dissolving drugs, and then need to observe for an hour to see if there are any adverse reactions such as bleeding."

"After that, transfer to the neurosurgery ward to closely monitor the clot ablation within two days."

Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "Dr. Zhao's introduction is quite detailed, so I won't go into details."

"Do you have any questions?"

An old man in his 70s and [-]s said, "Dr. Yu, I am the patient's father."

"In the introduction just now, Dr. Zhao also mentioned a lot of accidental risks, such as cerebral hemorrhage, epilepsy, brain injury, and even vegetative state and brain death."

"Are there really so many risks?"

Yu Zhiming explained: "The brain is the most complex organ in our human body, and medicine has not yet explored it clearly."

"Puncture treatment will inevitably cause brain damage."

"As for the extent of the damage, accidents and sequelae, no one can make an accurate prediction before treatment."

"The reason why Dr. Zhao listed all kinds of possibilities during and after surgery is to follow the medical regulations..."

At this moment, a short-cut man in his thirties suddenly interrupted, "It's also to avoid medical responsibility."

"If something unexpected happens to my brother during the treatment, you can escape the responsibilities you should bear by notifying this in advance."

Yu Zhiming held back his displeasure, and continued to explain: "Be informed in advance, the signing of the surgery notice is not our doctor's gold medal of immunity."

"If something unexpected happens during the treatment, you can apply for medical malpractice identification. If it is determined that it is our responsibility, we will bear it."

The cropped man said angrily again: "Those people who do medical appraisals are the same as your doctors who wear the same trousers. They will only turn to your doctors."

Yu Zhiming frowned.

This guy speaks so aggressively, could it be that he has experienced medical accidents and been hurt before?

Yu Zhiming turned his attention to Tian Wen.

"I know you have signed the operation documents, but before the treatment officially starts, you still have the right to stop it."

"Mr. Tian, ​​is there anything else you want to say?"

When Yu Zhiming asked this sentence, Tian Wen, the patient's wife, turned her attention to the old man who had just asked.

the patient's father.

Yu Zhiming secretly sighed.

Again.

In the major treatment involving the husband, many wives always tend to leave the decision-making power to the husband's parents, brothers, or adult children, and are unwilling to make decisions by themselves.

Seeing his daughter-in-law looking over, the patient's father took over the initiative without hesitation, and asked again.

"Doctor, can you tell us the truth, will my son recover completely after this treatment?"

"Also, what is the possibility of an accident during the treatment?"

This……

Such a question, and the patient's younger brother who obviously had an opinion on the doctor next to him, coupled with the withdrawal of the patient's wife, naturally, Yu Zhiming would not give an affirmative answer.

He said vaguely: "It is impossible to recover completely, and there is a high probability that there will be a certain degree of symptom improvement."

"As for the extent of the improvement, I'm not sure. There is still a certain possibility that the situation will get worse."

"As for the possibility of accidents during the treatment, I can only say that the possibility is not high, and it is difficult to quantify."

When the patient's brother heard this, he became angry.

"You are full of possibilities, probabilities, uncertainties, and you don't even have much confidence in yourself. How can we believe that you have the ability to cure my brother?"

Zhou Mo couldn't take it any longer, and was about to refute, but was blocked by Yu Zhiming's eyes.

Yu Zhiming said slowly: "No one can give a definite answer to the treatment of brain injuries."

"Now, I need an accurate answer from you."

"Cure? Or not?"

The patient's younger brother yelled: "The previous doctor Tan said that my brother is in this situation, just take good care of him."

"Surgical treatment will only make it worse."

Tian Wen, who heard this, opened her mouth, but finally closed it again without making a sound.

The patient's father thought for a moment and then sighed.

"Since the slow recuperation and recovery can make my son get better gradually, there is no need to accept dangerous treatment."

"Doctor, we are dead."

Although this decision made many of Yu Zhiming's preparations useless, it cannot be said to be wrong.

In the patient's case, it is indeed safer to recover through long-term recuperation.

It's just hard to say how long it will take.

several years?

Over ten years?
Or for a lifetime?

Yu Zhiming also agreed to the puncture treatment under Tian Wen's plea, saying that he was overwhelmed with taking care of him.

only now...

Yu Zhiming glanced at Tian Wen who bowed her head silently, and walked towards the operating room...

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