Chapter 2885: with translation of chapter title

2793.2685 You can just call me Little Ou.

"Director Zhang..." Xiang Heping scratched his head, he also began to hesitate. The picture Director Zhang sketched pulled him partway out of his own world; what he had firmly believed before now seemed somewhat dazed.

"Old Xiang, let me give you a suggestion." Director Zhang said especially unhappily: "If you don't believe it, then politely ask the person to leave; even if they might be a liar, you must not touch them even under the banner of Zheng Lao Ban."

"If you believe it, then hurry up and prepare for the Shou Bing."

Director Zhang's expression was very solemn, especially solemn, like the solemnity of ice.

Xiang Heping began to hesitate; Director Zhang saw his gaze wandering a bit, knowing this guy was surely dazed, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Director Zhang, give me a suggestion."

Director Zhang gave him a sideways glance, feeling somewhat annoyed inside.

"Old Zhang, old Zhang, to be honest I'm already numb." Xiang Heping said, "We've known each other for how many years; even if there's something, I definitely won't cause you trouble, you are. Besides, the Shou Bing I messed up. Give me a suggestion, what should I do?"

Saying this, Xiang Heping tightly grabbed Director Zhang's arm, pleading, "Now I'm truly at a loss."

Director Zhang felt somewhat soft-hearted, patted his shoulder, and said, "Hurry up and prepare the things, go do the Shou Bing."

"What if the Shou Bing is messed up?" Xiang Heping again began to worry.

"What level is Zheng Lao Ban? If even he messes it up, that's fate." Director Zhang said earnestly.

Xiang Heping remained silent, thought for a few seconds, then lowered his head to prepare the various medicines handwritten by Zheng Lao Ban.

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"Boss, I don't like this place." Su Yun said very directly.

Zheng Ren smiled, said nothing. Director Ou stood there, at a loss. Su Yun's sentence swallowed the words Director Ou wanted to use to get close, leaving him feeling a surge of resentment.

That damned Xiang Heping usually looks lively, but today is it senile dementia acting up or what? Seeing Zheng Lao Ban come to help solve the problem, he didn't even show a smile.

This matter really can't blame Professor Su for being unhappy; if it were me…… Director Ou felt he would surely storm out!

This is disrespect to people, or disrespect to the future hegemon of the medical academic world. That damned Xiang Heping, just now knowing he could invite Zheng Lao Ban over still thought this guy was pretty awesome. But in an instant it turned into this; really…… damn it!

However, the office atmosphere was very awkward; Director Ou felt as if a big stone was pressing on his chest, making breathing difficult. Still, Director Zhang was sly, and he ran away at the First Time.

If I leave again, will Zheng Lao Ban get angry? Professor Su looks like he has a bad temper, and seems to have drunk some alcohol.

Director Ou immediately recalled the related rumors; if he were to beat me up to vent anger, what could be done? Judging from the legends, I definitely couldn't beat him.

After a few seconds, he steeled himself, put on a smile, and asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, Professor Su, what is the meaning of the operation you just mentioned of pumping air into the epidural space?"

"What year did you start working?" Su Yun asked coldly.

"You are..." Zheng Ren smiled, stepped in front of Su Yun and extended his hand.

Director Ou hurriedly bowed and shook hands with Zheng Lao Ban, introducing himself: "I'm from the General Surgery Department; you can call me Little Ou."

Zheng Ren looked at a doctor nearly fifty years old, bowing and scraping, letting himself be called Little Ou…… he felt both amused and exasperated.

"Director Ou, please, have a seat." Zheng Ren said gently: "Just now Su Yun asked about your work start time, not for any other reason, there's a rationale. Cerebral ventricular pneumatography, also called pneumoencephalography, was a commonly used examination method in the 80s in clinical practice."

Director Ou was stunned for a moment; he carefully examined Zheng Lao Ban with his eyes. As an old doctor, he had no impression of the 80s pneumoencephalography, estimating it was some examination method from the early 80s or even before the 1970s.

Back then, Zheng Lao Ban might not even have been born yet; how could he know this so well?

"Back then the country was poor; most places lacked CT, and some patients could only undergo pneumoencephalography."

"During the procedure, gas is injected into the cranial cavity, usually air, and the resulting image of the ventricular system is a negative image. Pneumoencephalography has some diagnostic significance in cases with normal or suspected intracranial pressure or suspected cerebral degenerative changes."

"After cranial CT began to be widely promoted, this examination is rarely done. What I mean is injecting a small amount of gas into the epidural space to assist the surgery; it should be fine, not to perform ventricular pneumatography."

"Oh, oh." Director Ou felt a sweat bead on his forehead; he could only nod pretending to understand.

At this moment he was like a layman, not understanding a word of what was just said, yet he felt Zheng Lao Ban's image in his mind had grown a bit taller.

As Zheng Lao Ban's image grew taller, he harshly scolded Xiang Heping two sentences.

"Director Ou, was the appendectomy Shou Bing performed by you? Could you briefly describe the situation at that time?" Zheng Ren asked kindly.

Director Ou knew Zheng Lao Ban was asking about the medical history on one hand, and on the other feared his own embarrassment, giving him a step down. This person is capable and good-tempered, really not bad; Director Ou felt somewhat grateful.

He immediately recounted the whole process from the start; the continuous epidural anesthesia went smoothly at first, then he saw Director Xiang holding the broken epidural tube in a daze. Afterwards, under general anesthesia they completed the Shou Bing; his own Shou Bing took only ten-odd minutes, absolutely nothing wrong.

Zheng Renze was more interested in Xiang Heping's anesthesia process, and he made a detailed inquiry about several key points at that time.

But Director Ou also couldn't answer.

Seeing his sweat pour down, Zheng Ren smiled: "It's okay, Director Ou, this is a minor Shou Bing; if it goes smoothly, it can be removed in half an hour."

Su Yun truly doesn't know why his boss has such a good temper; today's matter would make anyone angry. Actually, it's not Lao He's fault; it's the boss who wanted to "walk into the net" himself.

But saying he has a good temper? When he clashed with Ke Li on the plane, there was no sign of a good temper.

This guy has a split personality; Su Yun finally made the diagnosis.

"Zheng Lao Ban, everything is ready." More than ten minutes later, Xiang Heping returned; this time he seemed to have figured it out, wearing a stiff smile on his face.

Zheng Ren also couldn't be bothered to think about what aftertaste the smile had; he stood up and strode out after him.

Gao Shaojie followed behind, eager to try.

He had heard of the epidural anesthesia catheter breaking two or three times; this was still hearsay, and many cases had been suppressed by the Anesthesiology Department themselves.

After all, it's not a good thing.

Today I learned from Zheng Lao Ban; in the future I will definitely be able to step up and solve similar problems.