Chapter 1777: with translation of chapter title

Private hospitals rarely even treat liver cancer. Blood vessel diseases are their main treatment focus.

Because consumables are the most expensive, a big set costs tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, and the profit is therefore very high.

Cardiothoracic surgery has low profit, high risk, and requires related supporting departments and staff; it's possible not to encounter a single case in a year, so there's no basis for saying one would spend money to keep cardiothoracic surgeons employed.

Zhang Jiaoshou's private hospital is already considered relatively large, and it even has interventional surgery available.

The earliest private hospitals could only treat hemorrhoids or scam people.

Mao Chi's face was grim; he changed clothes and came to his car, thinking that if he couldn't fish out a stent, he'd have to go to thoracic surgery.

If you want to help Zhang Jiaoshou solve the problem, you still need to get in touch with the thoracic side.

He walked to the passenger door, and Zhang Jiaoshou hurriedly opened it, respectfully.

"Little Zhang, no need to be so polite." Director Mao said: "You could say you have your own little world."

"Director, I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I remember you said what doctors fear most is definitely an accident. If the surgery goes well and the patient recovers smoothly, you're good, I'm good, everyone's good, all smiles. But once something goes wrong, it's no laughing matter." Zhang Jiaoshou sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

"Now I kinda understand what you mean." He sighed and said: "I'm already careful enough, my skill isn't particularly bad, but if you're always walking by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet?"

Mao Chi felt sorrowful in his heart.

Working at a private hospital, that's the downside. If this happened at 912, the Medical Department would definitely take it seriously, organize a hospital-wide consultation, then have all departments present together, and the problem would have been solved long ago.

But in a private hospital…… you have to have Little Zhang personally come to beg me.

"That's why, having you in Di Du gives me some hope. If you happen to be out giving a lesson, I'd even think of jumping off a building." Zhang Jiaoshou said.

"There's no obstacle that can't be overcome, and even if I go, I might not be able to help you solve the problem." Director Mao said.

Hearing him say that, Zhang Jiaoshou's hand twitched, the car skidded, and it almost hit the car beside it.

"Little Zhang, you're panicking, right? If you can't, let me drive." Director Mao said.

"Don't worry, Director." Zhang Jiaoshou immediately focused and said: "If you can't get it out either, then it's fate."

"Hmm…" Mao Chi pondered, and when talking about this matter he thought of a person.

"Director, your skill is among the best in the country. If you…"

"No, you know about what happened to Director Miao recently, right?" Mao Chi asked.

Zhang Jiaoshou's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Why is Director Mao saying this? Even if he didn't say it, he already wants to die inside. Is Director Mao hinting at something to him?

"The hospital recently hired a new doctor who was poached by Director Kong of the Intervention Department. That day he happened to encounter it, operating two guidewires with both hands simultaneously, performing an arterial stent and embolization Shou Bing for hepatic rupture bleeding."

"……" Zhang Jiaoshou was stunned.

Is Director Mao just not wanting to do Shou Bing, making up a story to deceive himself? Operating two guidewires with both hands at the same time—is that even human talk?

"I'm thinking, I'll give him a call first." Mao Chi pondered.

He didn't think his skill was better than Zheng Lao Ban's; he just thought this matter was not good.

Saving the patient, if the Shou Bing succeeds there's little benefit; if it fails, it's a shit pot, and you'll inevitably get some stink on you.

Moreover, the Shou Bing needed to save the patient are all extremely high‑difficulty. Success? Having a thirty percent chance of success would already be a great fortune.

I can't refuse out of politeness, but Zheng Lao Ban and Little Zhang have no close ties to me—why should I help him?

"Director, please don't ignore me!" Zhang Jiaoshou gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles white, veins bulging, which startled Mao Chi.

Zhang Jiaoshou is on the verge of a mental breakdown.

The pressure of the Shou Bing itself is especially great; success is still okay to talk about, but once it fails, the guilt and the fear of being scolded and brawled by the patient's family mix together, doubling the pressure.

Zhang Jiaoshou still has a big‑set patient whose condition has affected the heart at home; just being able to drive over without incident is already a great fortune.

Mao Chi hurriedly shouted for him to stop, then, heart pounding, switched to the driver's seat and had him drive to the hospital.

"Little Zhang, calm down." Mao Chi said: "Director Miao's big incident eventually passed, didn't it?"

"Director, don't lie to me. Holding two guidewires with two hands is simply impossible." Zhang Jiaoshou's gaze was a bit scattered, sitting in the passenger seat, his body limp; if it weren't for the seatbelt, he wouldn't be able to stay seated.

"Sigh." Mao Chi also didn't know how to explain.

This kind of thing, I myself don't even believe.

The more contact, especially since Zheng Lao Ban recently performed several fine Shou Bing, it solidified his idea.

"A few days ago, at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, an overseas staff member suffered a gunshot wound…" Director Mao wanted to give an example, but seeing from the corner of his eye that Zhang Jiaoshou's condition was off, he simply said nothing.

At this point, telling him is useless; when we arrive, we'll just ask whether Zheng Lao Ban can come.

If he can't come, I'll just find someone from thoracic surgery to come save the patient. It's said that Lao Gu has been feeling unwell these days—who should I look for? Mao Chi is worried.

Thoracic surgery staff can be found, but if extracorporeal circulation is needed, we also need to find an anesthesiologist……

MD, anything involving the heart is just this troublesome.

Mao Chi cursed under his breath.

He drives steadily, after all, it's not the kind of hemorrhagic shock where a few seconds' delay means death.

Arriving at the Hospital, he parked the car, Mao Chi steadied his emotions, took out his phone, found Zheng Ren's number, and dialed.

"Zheng Lao Ban? This is Mao Chi."

"I have a matter I'd like to ask you for help with; do you have time on your end?"

As he spoke, Mao Chi heard a somewhat familiar voice from the other end of the phone: "Definitely 5‑hydroxytryptamine syndrome!"

"Uh…… is this a hospital‑wide consultation?"

5‑hydroxytryptamine syndrome—this disease isn't common, and not many people dare to speak about it like that.

"Director Luo?" Mao Chi quickly found the correct answer.

"Time…… Director Mao, please wait a moment." Zheng Ren apologetically said: "Su Yun, have that side check a thyroid ultrasound; I think it's a thyroid problem. Director Luo, it's impossible to be 5‑hydroxytryptamine syndrome, even though the symptoms look similar. According to the Hunter criteria, the absence of reflex hyperactivity and clonus also rules out 5‑hydroxytryptamine syndrome."

"Director Mao, you speak." After Zheng Ren finished saying a bunch of things that Director Mao barely understood, he immediately asked gently.

Mao Chi's hand trembled slightly.

Before, I only knew that Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing were good, but hearing this means their diagnostic standards are also top‑notch.

Directly saying Director Luo misdiagnosed…… young people really have guts.

I only know this disease called 5-hydroxytryptamine syndrome; what Hunter criteria, that's all nonsense!

Mao Chi opened his mouth twice, but couldn't utter a sound.

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Note: The patient didn't go on stage, so it doesn't count~~~hey