Chapter 2786: line with translation of chapter title

He got up, opened the cabinet and changed clothes; as he walked out, Zhou Chun Yong pondered how to tell Zheng Lao Ban about this.

He summoned the young Dr. Liao, who could drink and chat, to go downstairs with him to accompany drinking; they remained silent all the way.

"Director, are you feeling uncomfortable today?" Dr. Liao asked carefully.

"No, just thinking things over; today you drive."

"Oh, okay! Isn't it too early to go to the restaurant at this time?" Dr. Liao didn't quite understand; even if treating Zheng Lao Ban to a meal, there's no need to go two or three hours early, right?

"Not to the restaurant, to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital." Zhou Chun Yong then realized he hadn't told Dr. Liao about this; fortunately he asked, otherwise they'd have taken a wrong turn.

Dr. Liao saw Director Zhou's solemn expression, as if something major was up, didn't dare ask, followed him to the underground parking lot and got into Director Zhou's car.

"Teacher Su..." Zhou Chun Yong finally decided to communicate with Su Yun.

Zheng Lao Ban will surely agree to the surgery; this second-in-command of the Medical Team is hot-tempered, a bomb that may or may not explode.

Zhou Chun Yong didn't want to upset anyone; his cooperation with Zheng Lao Ban and the Medical Team was long-term, at least twenty or thirty years. Even if he retired, this relationship would still play a crucial role.

"Isn't it different? In terms of skill, you're basically a Teacher, no need to be polite. Uh, I've got something on my end."

"Uh... I'm really sorry, a child I know accidentally inhaled a staple."

"Yes, yes, in the right main bronchus."

"Medical University Affiliated Hospital, I'm heading over now."

"Okay, keep in touch."

Zhou Chun Yong breathed a sigh of relief, put down his phone. He guessed that Su Yun, with a Thoracic background, would be interested in airway foreign bodies, and indeed he was.

"Director, the staple's in the trachea?" Dr. Liao asked in surprise: "What are we going to do?"

"Let's see if interventional means can retrieve it." Zhou Chun Yong said.

"Perhaps surgical means would be better." Dr. Liao, a close confidant of Zhou Chun Yong, spoke freely.

"Who can perform thoracic surgery under X-ray? Imaging and actual situation differ; this kind of thing is only Zheng Lao Ban's domain." Zhou Chun Yong said: "Have you seen them remove lead bullets?"

Dr. Liao shook his head.

Zhou Chun Yong knew such trauma had virtually disappeared these days; that would have been ten or twenty years ago.

Homemade firearms were poorly regulated; many people went hunting in the mountains with homemade rifles. Lead bullets sometimes hit people, and after entering the body, due to resistance they would wander rather than travel straight.

At this point, personnel from the relevant departments needed to search for lead bullets under X-ray.

The image still differed from reality; even after locating the bullet's position on the scan, upon opening up you couldn't see it, and each time cooperating with surgeons on this procedure was a headache.

A staple entering the airway is a deeper foreign object; if anyone could, under X-ray, cut straight in and directly find the staple, Zhou Chun Yong believed that in the entire Di Du only Zheng Lao Ban could do it.

First, Zheng Lao Ban's skill is high; most importantly, he is a top-tier figure capable of both interventional and surgical procedures, which is crucial.

But there was no need to explain to Dr. Liao nearby; Zhou Chun Yong mentally considered various possible scenarios and prepared contingency plans.

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In the demonstration classroom of the Cardiothoracic Surgery department at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, Director Tian sat glumly in a conspicuous spot, saying nothing.

As long as there was any chance, he didn't want to sit so conspicuously.

But this time, the hospital-wide consultation clearly indicated that Thoracic was the main department for solving the problem; there was no escaping it.

Moreover, his slim and tall stature made him still half a head taller than others when seated, making him quite conspicuous.

The Department Head Ma of the Medical Department chaired the meeting; listening to the reports from various departments and their various ideas for solving problems, he too felt worried.

"In summary, I think there aren't many good solutions to this." The Head of Respiratory Internal Medicine said: "If it really can't be done, then let Thoracic step up and do an open-chest procedure."

"The staple isn't fixed but mobile; surgery can't remove it." Director Tian didn't bother with face-saving and spoke directly.

"The bronchoscope has already been tried; it doesn't work."

"Interventional probably won't work either; grasp tools and such can't possibly hold onto such a tiny object as a staple." Director Geng of Interventional said: "Let me first say the situation on my end; the chance of surgical success is slim, even minuscule—hurry up and prepare for surgery. As for Director Tian's concerns on imaging, I can……"

As he spoke, his phone rang; Director Geng glanced at it, hung up, and continued: "I can assist Director Tian from behind to resolve this."

Department Head Ma already had a plan in mind; he lightly tapped the table and said: "There's no way around it; the patient's family emotions are somewhat unstable. The collateral damage caused by the bronchoscope foreign-body removal has already reached the family's limit; for the upcoming joint surgery, success must be guaranteed."

Director Tian smirked inwardly; what's the point of shouting high now? In the end, opening the trachea and lungs, yet still couldn't find where the staple was—whoever opens it gets muddled; if you're capable, go ahead!

Just thinking about that mangled lung made Director Tian's head start to hurt.

It's highly likely that in the end the staple will be found, but a lung lobe will have to be removed—how to explain that to the patient's family?

"If surgery is definitely needed, I'll add a couple more words." Director Tian knew this was his last chance; he said solemnly: "Thoracic surgery could cause severe collateral damage; I hope the Medical Department can communicate with the patient's family to seek understanding."

Furthermore, the possibility of not being able to remove it still exists, and the probability is not small. Otherwise the hospital could contact Xiehe or Beijing Medical University; if that really fails……

He didn't finish his sentence; everyone knew what he meant.

Finding the top person in Di Du to come to the rescue—this happens often. Everyone has faced obstacles; either you grit your teeth and push through, or you pool collective wisdom.

Bringing in someone else has the benefit of a brainstorm or that they've done it before by chance, and they might have a mature idea in mind.

Moreover, we put on a good show for the patient's family; we really did our best, with all of Di Du's top doctors coming for the consultation—if we still couldn't complete the surgery, there'd be nothing we could do.

Of course, the downsides are also obvious; the taste of swallowing pride is unpleasant.

Saying this, Director Tian's slim and tall frame trembled slightly. He inexplicably recalled the bullet embolism from half a year ago, the surgery in which interventional technique extracted the bullet.