Chapter 234: 0228 Still Need to Adjust Properly (2/5)

Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the intervention operating room.

The door opened, and a slim figure immediately rushed over.

"Doctor, how is my mother?" the girl accompanying Lin JiaoJiao asked anxiously.

"It should be fine." Zheng Ren replied calmly.

"Oh oh, that's good, that's good." The little girl, still shaken, had heard this as the only good news in several hours.

"Don't worry." Zheng Ren didn't stop, telling Lin JiaoJiao's daughter about the condition and the surgery.

After all, this is the capital, not Haicheng City First Hospital; I don't need to waste words.

Moreover, if I told the patient's family that I performed the surgery, there would surely be a misunderstanding.

It would be a beautiful misunderstanding, but it's already past midnight, and Zheng Ren doesn't want to waste time—after all, he has four intervention surgeries waiting for him early tomorrow.

"When will Uncle Kong come out?" the girl asked from behind.

"I don't know, but it should be soon." Zheng Ren said, already walking away.

A hint of smile appeared on the girl's worried face, completely unaware of Zheng Ren and Su Yun beside her.

Su Yun's charm often went unnoticed by patients' families.

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More than ten minutes later, the gurney was pushed out.

Director Kong and Director Ma stood by Lin JiaoJiao, while Doctor Shen and a resident doctor—one pushing the cart, the other steering—headed straight for the Eye Department.

In the operating room, after discussion, they finally decided to keep Lin JiaoJiao in the Eye Department. After all, the intervention work was done; what remained was to address the recovery of her eyesight.

In the Intervention Department, it's not professional enough; it's better to go to the Eye Department.

As for postoperative care of the intervention surgery, Director Kong had Doctor Shen stay overnight in Lin JiaoJiao's ward to provide specialized nursing; there shouldn't be any serious issues.

After all, she's an elderly hospital patient who once suffered such injustice; Director Kong still feels somewhat sorry for her.

Doing a little more is just that.

After returning to the Eye Department, Director Ma observed Lin JiaoJiao's retinal condition.

The condition analysis is especially optimistic; the retinal artery network has restored blood flow. Lin JiaoJiao's vision should be fine now, but as a precaution, warm saline gauze is applied over both eyes to promote revascularization and avoid complications.

After finishing all this, Director Ma said he was driving home. Director Kong glanced at Doctor Shen, gestured, and called him out of the ward.

"Little Shen, your performance today was abnormal." After outsiders left, Director Kong's face fell, and he spoke sternly.

Doctor Shen was sweating profusely.

Director Kong's criticism was spot-on; I didn't nitpick—today my performance really was poor.

At the start, scrubbing and putting on clothes weren't slow on my part; it was that the young Boss Zheng who was too fast.

But performing surgery quickly—is that a flaw?

Moreover, in emergency rescues, speed is supposed to be the norm, right?

If I used that as an excuse, I'd probably give Director Kong a heart attack from anger.

After the surgery was over, Doctor Shen recalled that scene and still found it unbelievable. How could one person finish all the preoperative work in such a short time?

This mistake can be said to be due to Boss Zheng's excessive hand speed, which is somewhat understandable.

But later, while I was holding the microcatheter preparing for angiography, I didn't realize when I moved my hand, causing the catheter to shift partially out.

This mistake... is practically a crime.

There was once a legend: at a certain hospital, a professor led his students in a TIPS surgery. The most difficult puncture had been completed, and the professor had the students hold the guidewire, preparing to deploy the stent.

The result: the stent wouldn't go in at all, and an angiogram showed the guidewire had been pulled out by 10 cm.

If it were a regular surgery, the professor would be angry, but not excessively so.

But this is the famed most difficult TIPS surgery of the Intervention Department, where all procedures are essentially blind punctures, and skill depends on luck as well.

The guidewire being pulled out caused the surgery to have to be redone.

In the end, that student... unfortunately never graduated.

Doctor Shen never expected that something that sounded like a joke would actually happen to him.

And I wasn't the teacher performing the surgery; I was that extremely foolish student!

A TIPS surgery can be done again; after all, it's just the patient lying a few more hours and the professor doing the operation a bit longer.

This time, in an emergency surgery where every second counts, I actually made such a huge mistake.

It's simply unforgivable!

"Boss... I... I... I was wrong." Doctor Shen said, face flushed, head lowered, voice soft.

"Fortunately Boss Zheng is fast; if he were a bit slower, Aunt Lin's eyes might not have been saved." Director Kong said solemnly.

"Yes, yes." Doctor Shen lowered his head further, estimating that if Director Kong said a few more sentences, he'd bend down to his heels and fold over.

"Don't think that just because you're a bit older than Boss Zheng and Su Yun you can compare yourself to them." Director Kong, unusually not exploding in anger, became gentle after his sternness, soothing Doctor Shen.

Doctor Shen also paused—this wasn't the boss's style.

"In the evening, keep a good watch on Aunt Lin and frequently change the warm saline gauze." Director Kong's mind was clearly not on Doctor Shen, or perhaps he was in a particularly good mood; instead of scolding him further, he instructed: "Aunt Lin had it tough back then."

What else could Doctor Shen say? He nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, if there's a chance, you should get your relationship with Su Yun a bit closer." Director Kong said.

"Su Yun? You mean the Su Yun who does heart transplants?" Doctor Shen was a bit surprised, thinking, even if they're that strong, I wouldn't have to rush to do something myself.

"Hmm." Director Kong said: "I estimate that in three to five months, the paper could be published in Willow Leaf Blade; although it's no use for your graduation, we could still try. After all, Willow Leaf Blade is a top-ten journal we could aim for."

"..." Doctor Shen felt that tonight he must have had some problem—perhaps poor rest caused hearing loss, or his comprehension was impaired.

This Inpatient Chief job really isn't something humans should do.

Chronically sub‑healthy, today I keep mishearing things.

"Boss, Su Yun's paper was published two years ago." Shen Boshi finally still felt the need to whisper a reminder to the boss.

"Nonsense!" Director Kong glared at Shen Boshi and snapped: "I'm talking about the differential diagnosis and Shou Bing treatment of small liver cancer nodules and cirrhotic variant nodules."

"......" It must be my hearing is off; how could such a thing yield research results?

Shen Boshi lowered his head, although he kept agreeing, his mind had already shifted to the matter of going to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department today to have the old director take his pulse and see about getting a prescription of herbal medicine to adjust his condition.