This doctor has a system

Chapter 455 520. Foreign monks like to chant sutras
Gao Feng's mother wanted to sweep the road with others before, but Gao Feng stopped her.

Gao Ma thought her son was afraid of embarrassment, but that was not the case.

Some people say that these people worth millions go to sweep the streets, which shows that they are simple and unwilling to be idle, and they are creating labor value.

But Gao Feng didn't see it that way.

Generally speaking, road sweepers are those at the bottom of society. They cannot do other jobs and can only do these time-consuming and labor-intensive jobs with low returns.

Even so, the job of sweeping roads is highly competitive.

Now these people who are not short of money are competing for job opportunities with those who need this job to survive.

Strictly speaking, this is a very shameless behavior.

People can involute at their own level, or they can work hard to move up, but it is very inappropriate to go down and compete with lower-level people, especially those who need this job to maintain the most basic life.

This is why business giants are scolded so badly when they enter the grocery shopping industry.

"Can't it be cured?" Gao Ma's face turned pale, "If your sixth uncle is gone, your sixth aunt probably won't survive either."

"You don't know, your grandma got cervical cancer when I was very young." Gao Ma burst into tears when she mentioned this, "My family was very poor, and your sixth aunt was 2 years older than me, and she was very kind to me at that time. "

"He already has multiple metastases all over his body, and there is no way to undergo radical surgery." Director Hu Ke from the Department of Gastrointestinal Surgery said, "But at present, obstructive jaundice needs to be relieved. Cholecystojejunostomy can be used, so that the patient's symptoms can be relieved in the short term. , improve the overall condition.”

Gao Feng was stunned. "Have you done the enhancement?" he asked.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Feng sighed.

The next day Gao Feng saw the results of the abdominal contrast-enhanced CT scan, and there was nothing left to chance.

"Hello, I'm really sorry." Gao Feng said, "My family is not very good at talking, please don't mind."

MD refers to Doctor of Medicine, which is a clinical medical doctor in China, and is also a professional doctorate in clinical medicine; Ph.D refers to Doctor of Philosophy, which is a scientific research doctor in China.

"Mom, everyone has his or her own destiny. You should be more open-minded about this matter." Gao Feng advised. He was also helpless. He searched around the system space, but found nothing of value.
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"Gao Feng, are you back?" Director Zhang from the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery was walking to the operating room when he saw Gao Feng at a glance.

"Ah?" Gao's father and mother were both shocked.

"Yes, son." Dad Gao said, "We can't let them take care of this. Spend more money and you can think of a way."

The dual doctorate titles from the University of Tennessee Medical Center are no joke.

"So awesome!" Gao Feng was a little shocked.

"Then the hospital must have spent a lot of money this time." Gao Feng sighed. People like this are eager to get such talents from Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, but they can come to the provincial hospital. It seems that Director Guo has done a good job.

The relationship doctor is right next to you.
"Hello, I'm the quack doctor here." A deep voice came from the phone.

"Sixth Aunt, please don't worry." Gao Feng said quickly, "What exactly did the doctor say?"

Uncle Six finally came to the Provincial Hospital. The hospital below was worried that it would not be able to meet the family's expectations.

"I don't understand. I'll let him tell you." Aunt Six said.

He is the richest man in the world, but he still cannot escape the clutches of pancreatic cancer.

"No, I'm going to visit the surgery." Director Zhang said cheerfully, "Didn't the hospital specially hire a doctor of spine surgery from the University of Tennessee Medical Center? Today is a big day for him to show off his skills."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." The doctor over there said calmly, "This patient has a mass at the head of his pancreas. It's initially thought to be pancreatic cancer."

"Excuse me, let me advise her." Gao Feng said.

"Not only that, I also joined the Alpha Omega Alpha (AΩA) medical honor society when I graduated."

"There are multiple swollen lymph nodes in the abdomen, which should be metastasis."

Pancreatic cancer is one of the common malignant tumors of the digestive tract and is known as the "King of Cancers" in the field of cancer. According to the Lancet magazine, the five-year survival rate of pancreatic cancer after diagnosis is about 10%, making it one of the malignant tumors with the worst prognosis.

Gao Feng shook his head. He was a graduate student majoring in digestion, and he knew the prognosis of pancreatic cancer very well. Steve Jobs, one of the founders of Apple and former CEO, died of pancreatic cancer.

"Her whole family depends on your uncle Sixth, inside and outside!"

"Yes, I've been back for a few days." Gao Feng said with a smile, "Is Director Zhang going to have surgery?"

"Is it very powerful?" Gao Feng asked curiously.

"When we got older, we all got married separately, but we would get together every year."

In the next few days, Gao's father and Gao's mother were in a bad mood.

Uncle Six's abdomen has multiple swollen lymph nodes. The worst possible outcome is metastasis. In this case, his survival time is not expected to be very long.

"I was planning to do it tomorrow, but the family members didn't cooperate and kept yelling in the office."

This is a typical struggle for profit with the people. The people here are not people in the broad sense, but poor farmers!
As soon as Gao Feng returned to Z state, he received a call from his sixth aunt.

Moreover, the clinical symptoms of pancreatic cancer are insidious and atypical, making it a malignant tumor of the digestive tract that is difficult to diagnose and treat. About 90% of pancreatic cancers are ductal adenocarcinomas originating from glandular epithelium. Its morbidity and mortality have increased significantly in recent years.

"Half a year," Director Hu Ke said, "Of course, it could be shorter."

Just think about it and you will know how desperate it is to suffer from this cancer.

"Survival time." Gao Feng asked.

"That must be true. It is said that he has the title of MD and PhD!" Director Zhang said.

After Gao Feng's persuasion, Sixth Aunt's excitement finally calmed down.

"Gao Feng! The quack doctors here say your uncle has cancer!" Aunt Six said with a cry in her voice, "What should I do?"

"It is said that it is related to Director Kan Gan of the Spine Surgery Department." Director Zhang said, "Are you busy now? Why don't we go and have a look together? There are many people here!"

Gao Feng thought for a moment and then agreed.

It is the provincial medical practice for newly hired experts to perform public surgeries, which can avoid the occurrence of "parallel imports" to the greatest extent.

Yes, just to avoid recruiting "parallel imports."

This has been learned before.

About 6 years ago, a doctor of orthopedics who returned from overseas joined the Provincial People's Hospital. His gorgeous resume was so dazzling that people couldn't even open their eyes. He was simply a master of martial arts!

With a stroke of his pen, Dean Qin at that time not only gave him enviable treatment, but also directly assigned him a separate department.

But later
This dear friend had just been employed for one week when the department admitted a patient with an intercondylar fracture of the femur, involving the articular surface.

The family originally requested conservative treatment, but the bedside doctor recommended surgery after evaluation and conducted a serious and responsible detailed conversation. After his efforts, the patient and family finally agreed to the surgery.

Then make arrangements.

But because the director is new, we still have to follow the formal procedures. The general practitioner has prepared a pre-operative discussion. I wouldn’t know if I didn’t discuss it. When I discussed it, I was shocked. Everyone unanimously approved the lateral plate of the distal femur. This dear friend mentioned the medial plate, and everyone tried to persuade me again.

The medial plate may face steel plate mismatch, the medial muscles are thick, the operation is more difficult, etc.!

"Do you understand or do I understand? Do you know the foreign technology?" My dear friend waved his hand and decided against all the opinions, and decided on the inner panel.

Then things turned tragic. When they came on stage, the senior staff all said they were busy and did not come on stage. There were only the junior staff in charge of the bed and another young newcomer who had just graduated from college!

Before going on stage, I was worried that something would happen, and the more I worried, the more something happened.

The first incision my dear friend made was not long enough, and then it was extended and the medial meniscus was cut off directly. As he was cutting, he said: What is this?
"It seems to be the medial meniscus." The doctor in charge was about to shed tears.

But it was no use, it had been cut off.

"It's okay, I'll sew it up later." My friend said calmly.

In this way, the whole operation was full of drama. The steel plates did not match. The lateral plate was used for the medial side, the plate screws were not centered, and hollow screws were used between the distal condyles. All of them could be screwed by hand without drilling!

Postoperative electrodialysis was worse than not done.
In this way, medical disputes occurred four times a month.
The doctors below asked to run away one after another, which made President Qin very reluctant to step down. In the following years, except for the big names who had already proven their abilities, the hospital never introduced any returnee doctors.

The Ministry of Medical Education also learned from the experience and stipulated that the imported high-end clinical talents must have a probation period of six months, and surgeons are even required to perform several public surgeries.

When Gao Feng, Director Zhang, and Li Youliang arrived, many people were already standing in the operating room, and the observation room outside was even more crowded.

Fortunately, this operating room was built with current needs in mind, and the overall view is okay.

"Do you know what kind of treatment is given to people in the hospital?" a director whispered.

"What kind of treatment?" Everyone was curious.

"Annual salary 60?"

"Hmph, a basic salary of 200 million a year, plus bonuses!" The director's words undoubtedly sounded like thunder.

"what!"

"Fuck, it's really a foreign monk who knows how to recite sutras!"

"I want to see if this person is smart enough!" A director said in a somewhat aggressive tone.

"That's Director Wang from the Spinal Surgery Department, but he's a man with a soft eye." Director Zhang said softly to Gao Feng, "But his level is indeed very high."

The preparations for the surgery had already been completed while talking, and the patient was a 36-year-old middle-aged man. He suffered from chronic pain due to nerve compression in his lumbar disc and limited mobility.

"That's Dr. Adrian." Director Zhang pointed at the surgeon. Gao Feng took a closer look and saw that the doctor was tall and had brown eyes.

"Well, he doesn't look very skilled." Gao Feng said subconsciously.

"What?" Director Zhang was stunned for a moment.

"Oh, it's nothing. Maybe the cooperating personnel are not familiar with it." Gao Feng said casually. He just saw a trace of hesitation in Dr. Adrian's eyes when he took the instrument from the nurse who set up the stage.

This is very strange.

Logically speaking, such a public surgery should be carefully prepared in advance, and the surgeon should be well aware of the intraoperative process.

"Why is there any hesitation?" Gao Feng thought to himself. He had seen many directors perform operations, and they would encounter difficulties during the operation, and tensions often appeared.

However, I have never encountered anyone who was hesitant at the beginning of the operation. This may indicate that the surgeon is uncertain about the previously planned surgical method.

But Dr. Adrian didn't stop. He finally took the scalpel handed over by the nurse.

"This incision is really rough!" Director Wang of the Spinal Surgery Department commented, "All my graduate students who have just been here for two years are better looking than him."

"Old Wang, please stop saying a few words." Someone next to him reminded, "Just because the incision is not good-looking does not mean the effect of the surgery. This is not embroidery. It just needs to be good-looking."

Gao Feng noticed that Dr. Adrian's forehead was covered in sweat.

nervous?

Not so!

This surgery is not difficult, it just requires some basic skills to teach the surgeon.

Not only Gao Feng noticed this, but also some senior surgeons looked at each other in confusion.

"His operation seems not very formal." Director Ma Chongde of the Spine Surgery Department said, "Of course, I don't mean anything else, but Dr. Adrian..."

Before Director Ma finished speaking, the expressions of the first assistant, second assistant and the nurse setting up the stage changed.

Everyone can clearly see that blood gushes out of the epidural venous plexus and collects in the spinal canal.

"Holy shit! What is he doing!" Director Wang of the Spinal Surgery Department was shocked, "Are he going to torture the patient to death?"

Everyone started whispering, and many people realized something was wrong.

"Dr. Adrian, let's go next." Isuke was panicking to death. He quickly took the suction device to suction. Fortunately, the bleeding stopped quickly.

"I'm going to remove the posterior longitudinal ligament," Adrian said.

"What!" Not only the first assistant, but also the second assistant was shocked.

You know, the patient's posterior longitudinal ligament is less than one millimeter away from the spinal canal!

"What do you want to do?!" Issuke wanted to run away with the bucket on the spot.

"Do you have any doubts about my skills?" Adrian asked, his self-confidence inexplicably rising at this moment.

"It's not that I doubt your technology, but the risk is too high." Isuke said, "We don't do this here."

"That's because your level is not up to par." Adrian said, "Now abroad."

"Hmm," Isuke said perfunctorily, "Today is just a small test, let's play it safe."

With his persuasion, Adrian finally gave up his fantastic idea, and the next step was to insert an intervertebral fusion device.

"Isn't this foreigner a parallel import?" Director Zhang of the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery whispered to Gao Feng, "How dare he cut the posterior longitudinal ligament that is only one millimeter away from the spinal canal? He is crazy!"

Director Wang, the spine surgeon who was hostile to Adrian at the beginning, was silent now.

"Director Wang, look at today's surgery," someone asked.

"I don't understand." Director Wang said nothing after a long time, "I have never been to study abroad. Could it be that the operations there are different from ours?"

At this time, Adrian had already inserted the intervertebral fusion cage.

(End of this chapter)