I am a small factory doctor re-walking my life.

Chapter 448 Discussion

It took two cigarettes to say this, and the look on Zou Hong's face gradually changed from indifferent at the beginning to seriousness, and finally turned into shock.

While shocked, Zou Hong also started to complain crazily in his heart: Okay, okay, you've started to play like this now, right? Why do you, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, study our Western medicine surgeries so deeply? Isn’t Chinese medicine enough for you to learn? If it's not enough, you can continue to research your new drug. What, are you planning to change careers to grab your job?

"Teacher Li, did you think of what you just said yourself?"

When asked this question, Zou Hong swallowed hard.

"Yes, I just figured it out myself."

"Hey, with all due respect, Teacher Li, you should learn from our clinical practice of Western medicine."

Zou Hong has his own judgment on whether some of the optimization plans Li Tang said about this surgery are useful or not. He can figure out some of them, and some parts still need to be discussed, but as far as he has understood the part , he already admired the young Chinese medicine doctor in front of him.

"Haha, Director Zou is joking. If I switch to Western medicine, I might be in a wheelchair right now."

"Haha..." Zou Hong was happy when he heard it. Of course he knew what Li Tang meant.

It was also at this time that he remembered that someone who had a medical school and switched to Western medicine halfway was no different from being a doctor, and would be despised.

People of the older generation, even if they are not in the same industry, value these things more.

For example, in the past, young people who had just entered the factory as apprentices would be assigned to a master. If you said you wanted to change masters halfway through the training, there would be absolutely no one else in the workshop willing to take care of you.

It is impossible to change the surgical plan on the spot, which is still unfamiliar to me, but if there is really no way to give the child general anesthesia, this seems to have become inevitable.

After smoking his second cigarette, Li Tang, accompanied by Zou Hong, went to the surgical inpatient department upstairs, where he met Dean Zhang and the deputy director in charge, as well as Director Chen of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, who had been waiting for a long time.

After checking the child's pulse and confirming his physical condition, the group came to the surgical conference room. This time the child's father was also called over.

Watching several leaders and attending doctors exit the ward, the child's mother grabbed the nurse in charge of her son.

"Nurse Liu, who was that young man just now?"

"young people?"

Nurse Liu was slightly taken aback when she was pulled away. She looked at the patient's mother up and down and said with a smile, "I heard that he is a professor of Chinese Medicine and Traditional Chinese Medicine at the Medical College of the Provincial City University. I don't know him either."

"You're so young and you're a professor?"

"I'm not sure. Mom Dongdong, I'll go over first if there's nothing else to do. I'm busy over there. Your wife has been asked by the director to come with you. If you have anything else, you can ask him later."

"Hey, okay, sorry to bother you, Nurse Liu."

"You're welcome"

There is no nursing major in the Provincial University Medical College. These nurses are all transferred from other nursing schools. They really don’t know Li Tang, let alone know that they can have such a good working environment now because of the one just now. People give donations.

However, the other patients' family members in the ward knew at a glance that this person was not an ordinary person. They didn't see the dean and director following him, looking respectful.

But Dongdong, a little patient, saw something different.

"Mother……"

"What's wrong, Dongdong?" Hearing her son's cry, Dongdong's mother quickly walked to the bedside.

"That uncle just now is from Qinshan Pharmaceutical."

"How do you know?" "The clothes my uncle is wearing are... on the left side. There is a word printed on the left breast pocket."

Dongdong's mother clicked her eyes and turned to look at the hospital bed next to her son.

Lying on the bed next to her was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She also heard Dongdong’s words. The reason why Dongdong’s mother looked at her was because her lover Zhou Baoming was from Qinshan Pharmaceutical. Dongdong said this. , both of them remembered that the clothes the young man was wearing just now seemed to be exactly the same as the middle-aged woman's lover's work clothes.

Before the middle-aged woman could say anything, her lover happened to walk in carrying a thermos bottle.

"Baoming, just now the hospital director and department director accompanied a young man to see Dongdong. The young man was also wearing your Qinshan Pharmaceutical work clothes."

Seeing her husband come in, the woman lying on the hospital bed said quickly.

"Young man? What do you look like?"

Zhou Baoming placed the thermos bottle with freshly boiled water on the ground next to the bedside table and asked casually.

He is an employee of the Provincial Branch of Qinshan Pharmaceutical and is also a deputy director of the workshop. His wife has suffered an acute appendicitis attack and has just had an operation here. Now he can go home after the sutures are removed in three or four days.

"She is thin and tall and looks very energetic. Her hair is cut very short. Oh, and by the way, there is a scar on the right cheek."

"Huh?" When his wife said that the young man had a scar on his face, and combined with the two sentences mentioned before, a figure flashed in Zhou Baoming's mind. He straightened up and asked anxiously: "Where is he now?"

"Uh... I seem to have gone to the conference room. What's wrong, Baoming, do you know that person?"

"According to what you said, it should be Mr. Li of our company. The scar is right here, right?"

Zhou Baoming made gestures on his face as he spoke.

Dongdong next to him rushed to say: "Uncle Zhou, it's right there, it's so long."

It should be right!

Seeing Dongdong's gestures, Zhou Baoming was basically sure that the person coming was Li Tang, and he didn't care what to say, so he quickly walked out of the ward. He wanted to see if he could bump into him, just to say hello. .

……

In the surgical conference room, it was now clear to everyone that tomorrow's surgery would definitely not be possible.

The acupuncture and general anesthesia performed by Li Tang cannot be sustained according to the current surgical plan.

So what we need to do now is to continue to optimize the surgical plan, reduce the operation time, and call Dongdong’s dad over just to explain it to him.

Dongdong's father can understand what the hospital means, but the question is, can his son wait?

"This is simple. Director Chen should have a way to alleviate the patient's symptoms. Although our Chinese medicine practitioners cannot completely cure the child, we can still alleviate the patient's condition."

As Li Tang spoke, he looked at Director Chen of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

After he took the pulse just now, Director Chen also felt the child's pulse. Li Tang believed that with Director Chen's medical skills, he would be able to regulate the child's body and ensure that he would not have any accidents during this period.

Director Chen nodded: "Dean, Director Zou, there is no problem in recuperating the child's health for a period of time, but you can't wait too long to determine the new surgical plan. He is a child after all, and sometimes he is overjoyed suddenly. Great tragedy is inevitable, no matter how restless a child is, the treatment is only temporary."

(End of this chapter)