The operation went smoothly.
Since I had been in the capital for three and a half days and had two days free, I just had a good time today. Not to mention eight, but eighteen, Liu Miqiao would also have to arrange it.
It was such a coincidence that Liu Miqiao wanted to have a good time. After Liu Miqiao and the others completed the fourth operation, there were really 14 more punctures that needed to be done.
18 stations, 18 stations, staying up all night tonight is not enough, maybe we will have to stay up all night tomorrow.
It was already early the next morning after the fourth operation, and this kind of heavy bleeding was very time-consuming.
In the past, it was much simpler to use hoses for drainage, but now minimally invasive puncture requires several times more time, and the time required for each patient is different, which requires a clinical decision-making problem.
This decision is entirely left to Liu Muqiao.
The first surgery after getting off the plane lasted 7 hours.
"Go and make arrangements to get something delicious. A bowl of noodles is not enough. I'm so hungry that I fainted!" Zhao Yilin shouted.
Liu Muqiao has urged him twice to go to bed for a while, but where can he sleep?
So excited!
Seeing that his department is so developed and that there is a beautiful blueprint unfolding before his eyes, he has been in a state of excitement from yesterday to now.
There is another reason. These patients are very serious. What if they die?
He forgot that Liu Muqiao's knowledge of stroke actually surpassed his, which was why he insisted on not going to bed.
He wants to maintain the mortality rate of 0.26%. He has a dream and hopes that this dazzling result can be maintained forever.
The nurses have changed shifts, and Wang Yi is here again. She is the nurse who works the most night shifts in the intensive care unit. Last month, her performance score was 9800, which is the highest.
She made a phone call to Boss Xiao, "Please cook us some vegetables and send them to the Department of Neurology. The rice should be hot. As for the vegetables, there are fried tripe slices, deep-fried ileum, and braised pork."
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"I don't want the braised pork." Liu Muqiao immediately objected. He didn't want others to ruin the image of the braised pork. Only Xie Min's mother made it authentically.
"Then take the meat?"
"I don't want the pork belly, it's not authentic. I want some oil and chili pepper."
"Okay, Boss Xiao, I don't want the braised pork. Liu Maqiao thinks your cooking is not authentic. Let's have some oil-soaked chili. Choose a better chili, the authentic local kind. If it doesn't work well, I won't buy yours next time."
Let’s have another bowl of steamed grass carp, choose a smaller fish, girl, you decide the other dishes. There are 8 of us, so we have to go fast.”
Wang Yi finished speaking in one breath.
Dr. Zou glanced at Wang Yi, "I like donkey meat, okay?"
But he could only mutter a few words in his mind.
"Director, we must build an operating room in the new neurology building. It is still inconvenient to operate in the intensive care unit, and we need to have enough manpower."
In order to calm down his anger, Dr. Zou had to change the topic.
Zhao Yilin said: "You all think about it, this matter is expected to happen very soon. Whichever of the three sums of money comes first, we will have to consider the construction of the neurology building. You all need to help me refer to it. The key is to
Easy to use."
"The demonstration classroom in Wuxuan Hospital must be high-end and high-end. Also, we must strictly control the recruitment of nurses in the future and they must be beautiful - service is of course also very important."
Dr. Zou originally wanted to attack Wang Yi, but after taking a look at her, he felt that she was not ugly, even if she was placed at the bottom of Wuxuan Hospital, so he immediately changed his mind.
Zhao Yilin laughed and said nothing.
He, an old and rude senior handsome man, could he still see the indignant expression on Dr. Zou’s face at Wuxuan Hospital?
Liu Muqiao couldn't help but glance at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi is no longer calm.
"Why do you all look at me? I'm pretty good in the department, okay."
Indeed, Wang Yi is the most beautiful in the Department of Neurology. This is all a good thing Xiang Lifang did. Her own beauty is not too outstanding, and she is too old. When she chooses nurses, she does not choose beautiful ones, and other people give her opinions.
She said it was for Zhao Yilin's good and she was afraid that he would eat the grass on the sidelines.
Zhao Yilin, one of the four beauties, has long since lost his glory and is already in his fifties. In front of the little nurse, he was just a greasy uncle many years ago.
Xiang Lifang still adheres to the past selection principles. The reason now is that it is difficult for a person to be an excellent nurse if she is too beautiful and not practical, cannot bear hardships, and cannot be calm.
The exception is Wang Yi. She sneaked in.
On the day of the selection, Wang Yi happened to be working the night shift. She was very haggard and had not combed her hair. It was not her true self at all.
Seeing Wang Yi's defense, Zhao Yilin hurriedly said: "Wang Yi, just ignore Dr. Zou. He was hit hard at Wuxuan Hospital. The blow was not small. Even the nurses at the bottom of their hospital didn't even look at him, so take a look.
He doesn’t have a single photo on his cell phone.”
"Okay." Dr. Zou quickly corrected.
"Yes?" Zhao Yilin was a little surprised. He also took the girl and took a photo together. "I think you took the photo secretly."
"No! There is a photo of me and their head nurse."
As soon as these words came out, Liu Muqiao couldn't help it anymore, "Pfft!"
Fortunately, I was wearing a mask.
"Next patient." Zhao Yilin saw that it would take a while to wait for food, so he had to wait, so he could still make an order as soon as possible.
Lu Lu and Wen Xingyu took action upon hearing the news, and soon preparations for the fifth patient were completed.
Liu Muqiao looked at the CT scan carefully for a while, then turned his head and said, "Wen Xingyu, you will be the patient."
"Me?"
Wen Xingyu's voice trembled.
He hasn't made any mental preparation yet. Did happiness come too early?
"Yes, you must mature as soon as possible. You will have to work hard in the future. The bleeding area of this patient is relatively shallow, so it is not difficult. Practice your hands. Next time, you two will have to do it near the basal ganglia."
Lu Lu, who was still complaining about not being me, was so surprised that he almost jumped up.
Lu Lu picked up the electric drill and drilled a hole in the spot marked by Liu Muqiao. Wen Xingyu glanced at Liu Muqiao and asked: "Is it okay?"
Liu Muqiao nodded.
Wen Xingyu bent down, inserted the puncture needle into the small hole, and with a slight exertion, "poof", he successfully broke through the dura mater, and then followed the classic route to penetrate the hematoma.
"Go 0.5 centimeters further in," Liu Muqiao reminded.
"Pull out the needle core slowly, and pay special attention to the last millimeter. Don't pull it out all at once. Feel the pressure. If it is too high, you can only make a half-open opening."
Wen Xingyu is doing it seriously.
Success.
It took about 40 minutes before the patient was pushed back to the general ward.
"Eat, eat."
The food just happened to be delivered.
Zhao Yilin filled a bowl, put a chopstick in the ileum bowl, which was his favorite food, and then took a big mouthful of rice.
Swallow hard and go down.
Delicious!
I shouted in my heart.
I feel so hungry that I take a bite of delicious ileum and steaming white rice. This feeling is really not an ordinary enjoyment.
Zhao Yilin experienced hardships when he was a child. With a family of ten, it would be a very happy thing to be able to eat white rice for once.
In the 1960s and 1970s, sweet potato shreds and rice were steamed together, which was called "sweet potato fighting rice to persuade fights." 365 days a year, at least 360 sweet potato shredded rice had to be eaten. Only during the Third Festival, the family could eat white rice.
Rice.
Now that life is prosperous, Zhao Yilin often thinks of the hard days in the past.
"Liu Muqiao, I didn't expect you also like to eat chili peppers."
Zhao Yilin said that the dish that impressed him most was fried chili, which is oil-soaked chili. For a family of ten, it was the only meal.
"My mother likes it." Liu Maqiao said.
"Oh, it's a family tradition." Zhao Yilin smiled. It was pretty much the same at that time, and fried chili peppers were equivalent to today's meat dishes.
"Hey, Liu Muqiao, why are you eating fish gills?" Wang Yi reminded.
"I like it."
"You like it?"
"If the fish gills are not cleaned, there will be sediment."
"That's right." Liu Miqiao vomited what was in his mouth, and then he remembered that this was not at home - an orphanage.
"Wang Yi, next time, please remember to order donkey meat, okay? I really like it." Dr. Zou said sincerely.
"Okay, you won't say anything today." Wang Yi muttered.
"Didn't they say anything?" Dr. Zou was unconvinced.
"Who are they? He is the director." Wang Yi said.
"Where's Liu Muqiao? Why doesn't he want his own?" Dr. Zou found the reason.
"Of course there's no need to mention him."
This chapter has been completed!