Rebirth of the Non-Mainstream Village Chief

Chapter 125
Uncle Tai woke up early and rushed to Hesheng Hotel to have breakfast with the Song family and his son.

According to the original plan, Song Guangping will go to the hospital this morning to check Uncle Long's medical records to understand Uncle Long's condition, and hold a pre-operative seminar with his colleagues in the hospital.

During the meal, Uncle Tai didn't mention anything related to the operation, but just chatted about the past and present of his Hong Kong city.

Yang Rui basically didn't interrupt, but he said in his heart that he had learned.The big man has a big heart first, how could Uncle Tai not care about Uncle Long's surgery, but if it is brought up at this time, I'm afraid it will only bring pressure to Professor Song.

Talking about the history and current situation of Hong Kong City will be of great help to Xiao Song's ability to quickly integrate into this society.

After breakfast, it was only 07:30.

Uncle Tai asked Song Guangping to go back to the room to rest for a while. At eight o'clock sharp, the director of the church hospital will pick him up in person. Then he patted Yang Rui on the shoulder and said, "Let Ruizai accompany you to the hospital on my behalf. I'm going. The doctors over there won't let you go, which is not conducive to your communication."

At [-]:[-], the hospital's car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Song Guangping didn't keep the director of the hospital waiting long, and went downstairs with Yang Rui before 55:[-].

The dean is quite young, not more than 40 years old by visual estimation, and he is very clever. Although he has never met, he saw Song Guangping and Yang Rui approaching and immediately judged that these two were the people he wanted to receive.

"Hello, you are Professor Song, right?"

After getting Song Guangping's affirmative answer, the dean turned to Yang Rui again.

"You are Mr. Yang Rui Yang."

Yang Rui smiled and nodded.

Not to mention, the dean's Mandarin is quite standard, with a slight Beijing flavor, which sounds quite soft and pleasing to the ear.

"My surname is Xie, and my name is Zhiyuan. My major is hospital management, and my main responsibility is to serve the clinical frontline well." Xie Zhiyuan first handed over his business card, and then opened the car door for the two guests.

Yang Rui couldn't help but glanced at Song Guangping. Coincidentally, Song Guangping just looked at Yang Rui, his eyes intertwined, and the two smiled vaguely.This kind of concept is left in the mainland, and it can only be listened to as a slogan. Don't take it seriously, whoever is serious will be unlucky.

"Isn't Dean Xie a native of Hong Kong City?"

After getting in the car, Song Guangping closed his eyes to rest, while Yang Rui chatted with Xie Zhiyuan about the daily routine.

"Ala Huhaining..." Xie Zhiyuan said a sentence in Shanghai dialect, and then switched back to Mandarin: "My parents are both from Shanghai, but I am a native of Hong Kong. Mr. Yang thinks that I am not a local because I can speak Mandarin well, right?"

Xie Zhiyuan didn't say it was Mandarin, but used the word Mandarin, which is extremely rare at the moment, and immediately got Yang Rui's great favor.

"One thing to say, your Mandarin is pretty good, and I, Yang Rui, feel inferior."

Xie Zhiyuan laughed and said, "I have to speak Shanghai dialect with my parents at my parents' house, I have to speak vernacular with my grandparents in the community, I have to speak English when I go to the hospital, and I have to switch to Mandarin when I return to my small home... My wife is from Sijiu City, and she is also my Mandarin teacher."

It's a talent, and I'll find a chance to take it to Gangnan Village another day, and compete with Qi Shugong, so that this old immortal will not boast that he is proficient in seven languages ​​every day.

When the car arrived at the hospital, Xie Zhiyuan got out of the car first, opened the door for Song Guangping, and covered the upper edge of the door with his hand very respectfully.

Song Guangping said thank you in English.

Several big names from the hospital's cardiothoracic surgery department were all waiting in the consultation room, and there was a blond and blue-eyed ghost doctor among them.

You can figure it out with your buttocks, this group of people will definitely not be convinced by the soil turtle experts from the mainland. If it weren't for the power of capital to force them to wait here, Song Guangping might not even be able to enter the door of this consultation room.

Yang Rui and Xie Zhiyuan accompanied Song Guangping into the consultation room from left to right, and more than a dozen eyes of various colors came to him immediately.

There is disdain.

There is contempt.

And resentment.

Only no welcome.

That's right, they can admit that their level is not enough, and they can also accept external experts to perform surgery on that noble patient, such as a large hospital in North America, or a doctor in the British Isles, but they really can't understand why the hospital management would invite a doctor from the backward Huaguo.

This kind of behavior has escaped the scope of serving patients, which is humiliating them.

Xie Zhiyuan kept his composure and introduced Song Guangping in English in a calm tone. After the words fell to the ground, there was silence, not even a polite applause.

Song Guangping only smiled lightly.

Since you dare to come, you are not afraid of being left out. No matter what the surgeon says, it is useless. Only when you are on the operating table can you see the truth.

The medical records are placed on the desktop, but all of them are in English.

This is the rule of Hong Kong City Hospital, and it was not intentional to make things difficult. Song Guangping naturally knew it, and calmly picked up the medical record.

Not to mention English, even if Russian is used, it still won't bother him.

After reading the medical records, Song Guangping picked up Uncle Long's X-ray film, which showed compensatory thickening of the myocardium, which basically met the diagnosis.

"Let's watch the CT film." A Hong Kong celebrity turned on the film viewing light and inserted Uncle Long's CT film.

This guy didn't have good intentions, so you don't need to watch his expression, and you don't need to taste his tone, because he added another sentence:
"As far as I know, your hospital doesn't have a CT machine yet."

This is the truth.

Looking at the entire provincial capital, there is no hospital that can afford such expensive equipment.

Yang Rui couldn't help but sweat for Song Guangping.

Can Director Song understand the CT film?

Song Guangping remained calm, smiled and walked to the viewing light.

"When I was a guest at Anderson, I spent a month learning how to read CT scans. I didn't expect it to come in handy today."

Song Guangping stared at the film, analyzed it while watching it, and every word he said was extremely professional. Even the chief radiologist of the hospital who was invited by the cardiothoracic surgery department nodded his head repeatedly.

"The diagnosis of plaque blockage on the inner wall of the lower end of the left circumflex coronary artery sclerosis is clear. I will see the patient later. If there are no obvious surgical contraindications, I can arrange coronary artery bypass surgery tomorrow morning." After seeing the CT scan, Song Guangping made his final conclusion.

But as soon as the words fell, someone raised an objection.

"Excuse me, Professor Song, why don't you consider interventional surgery?"

intervention?

An imperceptible unease flashed across Song Guangping's brows.

Others didn't seem to notice, but Yang Rui, who had been staring at Song Guangping, saw it clearly.

Like CT, intervention, this emerging discipline, is only emerging in the mainland. There may be one or two hospitals in the provincial capital that have included CT machines in their work schedules, but intervention, it seems that not many people have contacted it.

Song Guangping's flash of uneasiness showed that he might not be able to cope with this subject.

But at this moment, Yang Rui laughed instead.

As the so-called long-term illness becomes a doctor, he had a heart problem in his previous life. He consulted many experts, and most of them recommended to him the treatment method of placing a stent through cardiac intervention.One time can only have an impression, two times I have a little understanding, three times four times, seven times eight times, Yang Rui has a thorough understanding of this surgical method after communicating with more than ten experts.

Including which of the brackets produced by various manufacturers has any advantages and which has any defects.

With such little knowledge, after more than [-] years, I dare not challenge the doctor. After all, he is a professional, and Yang Rui is just an amateur.

But today...

Yang Rui got to Song Guangping's side in time.

"Uncle Song, I've answered this question for you."

Song Guangping couldn't help being startled, can you please?

Yang Rui then whispered: "I also did some homework, luck is better, I happened to bump into it."

Song Guangping took a deep breath and nodded.

He didn't believe that Yang Rui, a layman, could master the clinical knowledge of this emerging discipline just by doing some temporary homework, but he believed that Village Chief Yang Da was a steady person, and things he was not sure of would never mess up.

With Song Guangping's approval, Yang Rui slowly got up.

"First, let me introduce myself."

In his previous life, Yang Rui had done foreign trade, so he naturally learned some English. Professional English is definitely not good, but there is no problem with daily conversations. However, at this time, he speaks vernacular.

"I have two identities, one is Mr. Zheng Tai's personal representative, and the other is Professor Song's personal assistant. Next, I will answer the gentleman's question just now, why not consider interventional surgery."

Yang Rui shot at the questioner with two sword-like eyes full of murderous intent, making the questioner shudder unconsciously.

"As we all know, interventional stent placement is relatively simple, less traumatic to patients, faster postoperative recovery period, and lower risk for patients, etc. These are the advantages of choosing interventional stent placement."

This is not well known... Among the doctors present, Song Guangping was not the only one who didn't know it, and more than half of them were also hearing about it for the first time.

But this does not prevent everyone from pretending to be experts in this subject, nodding their heads one after another.

However, Yang Rui changed the subject and suddenly became strict.

"However, interventional science has just emerged, not to mention that there are still many clinical problems waiting to be resolved, but the catheter stent and other equipment needed for this operation are mature? Is it reliable? Can you be sure that the placed stent can prop up the patient's blocked coronary artery?"

While speaking, Yang Rui approached the questioner.

That kind of invisible pressure made the questioner dare not look up at all.

Unfortunately, Yang Rui didn't intend to let him go.

"Head up and answer my question!"

How dare the questioner look up.

Yang Rui started directly, and lifted the guy's chin.

"Let me ask you, what should I do if the stent falls off after being placed? What if there is a problem with the catheter? What if there is a problem with Uncle Long's blood clotting mechanism during the operation? You can spread your hands and say that you have bought insurance anyway, but who of you has thought about it for Uncle Long? If something goes wrong, his old man will lose his life!"

The cafeteria at the mission hospital looked at each other, we didn't plan to use interventional surgery, we just wanted to make things difficult for Professor Song.

(End of this chapter)