Chapter 1712: 1653 Hepatic encephalopathy?

1653 Hepatic encephalopathy?

When Zhao Wenhua was applying pressure and hemostasis, he was thinking about this procedure in his mind. Arteriovenous catheterization, angiography, embolism—this kind of procedure……

Too reckless, daring to do this kind of surgery.

But the surgical process was wonderful, extremely wonderful, as if wishing it to be wonderful; Zhao Wenhua recalled the entire surgical process, as if drinking jade nectar.

This surgery, its idea is unique, different from other surgeries, but the required manipulation is actually very simple.

I can do it too!

Zhao Wenhua quickly realized this.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly thought of his original intention. He judged that it was Zheng Lao Ban's medical team 'framing' him, and he came up with many reasons and excuses.

Now looking back, they just wanted to do the surgery; as for me…… Zheng Lao Ban completely ignored me.

This is also my patient; if it were someone else's patient, in Zheng Lao Ban's eyes I would be like air, basically nonexistent.

Thinking about it, Zhao Wenhua became a bit dazed; was I being ignored?

"Old Zhao, you've been applying pressure for almost 20 minutes; are you planning to press all night? Shall I get you a set of bedding?" the head nurse came in, half-joking, half-mocking.

Um, I got lost in thought and forgot the pressure time.

Originally just a few minutes of pressure would suffice, and with a hemostatic plate, not pressing for hemostasis is also fine.

I actually forgot the time.

Zhao Wenhua felt he had fallen below standard, lowered his head and began to lift the patient onto a stretcher, all the way back to the ward.

……

……

Zheng Ren sent Gu Lao away; Fang Lin, that guy, was reluctant to leave and wanted to ask for more details about pulmonary isolation syndrome.

There was still time, but it wasn't convenient now; he could only accompany Gu Lao back.

"Boss, is this surgery very simple?" Su Yun said.

"Certainly, aside from needing double angiography, there's nothing else." Zheng Ren laughed: "Fortunately, Xiao Feng has a vascular occluder of sufficient size; otherwise I would have used a spring ring for occlusion."

"Xiao Feng, well done!" Su Yun turned back and praised Feng Xu Hui.

This guy rarely says nice things, but for Feng Xu Hui he is an exception.

"Qin Tang invites us to dinner tonight; you two come along." Su Yun said.

"Okay." Feng Xu Hui wasn't polite either; we're so familiar, what's there to be polite about? He smiled and nodded, agreeing.

"What is Qin Tang going to do?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I don't know, it's mysterious." Su Yun said: "Never mind, first go eat and drink—that's the proper thing to do."

Saying that, several people walked into the ward.

A nurse came over, puffing with annoyance, and said to Chang Yue: "Doctor Chang, I can't handle it; you go take a look."

Zheng Ren frowned slightly; what's going on?

"What's happening?" Su Yun grabbed Chang Yue and asked directly.

"The patient from this morning's surgery, the one in his thirties who is very ill—remember?" Chang Yue also said helplessly.

"I remember, did the surgery have problems? Or are there many family matters?" Su Yun asked.

"Neither." Chang Yue said: "After returning from surgery, he said he wanted to play some ranking match, holding his phone and playing. His gaming movements were especially large, the IV needle came out twice, and blood spilled all over the bed."

"I'll go check; you stay busy." Su Yun said, and meanwhile took the cotton swabs the nurse had left from Chang Yue's hand.

Zheng Ren relaxed; this isn't a big deal.

Just being in his thirties and still this obsessed with gaming is also uncommon.

Normally, those obsessed with the virtual world are young people in their twenties. In one's thirties, after establishing a career and family, using games as a pastime is fine; but having just undergone surgery and still being this obsessed……

Moreover, reaction speed declines with age, long past its peak; even if he played ranking matches, he couldn't beat those kids.

However, playing games is harmless, and Zheng Ren thinks it's quite good.

Thinking this through, Zheng Ren suddenly realized: could it be postoperative hepatic encephalopathy?

Just thinking about hepatic encephalopathy made him cautious.

I've performed hundreds of TIPS surgeries and have never encountered a postoperative hepatic encephalopathy patient. But walk the night road long enough, and you'll eventually meet a ghost.

He followed behind Su Yun and came to the ward.

The patient was on the bed near the door, holding his phone in a strange posture, playing excitedly.

His chin rested on his left forearm; due to the angle, his field of view wasn't good. Yet the patient used this narrow view to stare at the phone screen, not stopping for a second.

However, the pressure point was no longer the needle withdrawal site; blood seeped out, staining his face, body, and bed red.

Zheng Ren entered the room, glanced at the system panel, saw no diagnosis of hepatic encephalopathy, and then relaxed.

"What are you playing, Li Liguo?" Liu Zewei entered the room and asked sternly, just like the old doctors one usually sees.

But the patient didn't speak at all, just playing on his own.

Liu Zewei was speechless; treating the doctor as if he didn't exist—such people are truly rare.

Zheng Ren recalled that woman he met in Hai Cheng, whose child was playing games, ignoring her completely, while she merely indulged the child.

Being cold toward parents is common enough, but to be so indifferent toward oneself, wholly absorbed in gaming, is going too far.

All postoperative TIPS patients—can't they get a grip on reality?

After a few seconds, it seemed a round ended; the man lifted his head, angrily wanting to smash his phone. But at the last moment he checked his motion, clenched his right fist, and slammed it onto the bed.

Because his chin left his left arm, plus his agitated action, blood flow increased, and a string of blood droplets spattered out.

Zheng Ren rushed forward, grabbed the patient's arm with one hand, reached out, and Su Yun handed him two cotton swabs.

The cotton swabs pressed the IV needle's venous opening, and the bleeding stopped.

"Where are your family members?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Ah, it dropped again—your signal here is terrible." The patient said anxiously. But after a game ended, he saw Zheng Ren and the others come into view, and only then did he react.

"Li Liguo, where are your family members?" Zheng Ren asked again.

"Family?" Li Liguo looked somewhat bewildered, glanced around, saw no one, and then said in confusion: "I don't know."

"He went out to buy things; this young guy has been playing and didn't notice." An old man on the neighboring bed said.

"You're being overly diligent." Zheng Ren said.

"Being idle is still being idle." Li Liguo gave an embarrassed smile. "Doctor, you have no idea how boring it is in the hospital."

Zheng Ren also admitted this, but playing with a room full of blood is not good.

He refused Liu Zewei's outstretched hand, took a cotton swab and pressed it on the patient's vein, and chatted with him for a few sentences.

A few minutes later, after removing the cotton swab, the bleeding had stopped.

"Don't play like that anymore." Zheng Ren said, "Look at your face—it's all blood. When your family comes back, have them wash it properly; it's too frightening."

Li Liguo waved his hand, looking already annoyed.

He was probably waiting for Zheng Ren to leave so he could start another game right away.