The Neuropsychiatric Hospital Affiliated to the Medical University is located in Hudong New District. It has three majestic buildings with unique style. There is not a single car in the garden-like courtyard. The ground is covered with flowers, plants and sculptures. Even the security guards are particularly energetic.
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Except for flowers and plants, the ground is all paved with marble, and even the steps are made of red granite.
Dr. Zou carried an expensive suitcase and followed Liu Miqiao, looking around.
There were not many people, and most of those passing by were carrying CT bags or MRI film bags with a few dazzling big characters written on them: "Shanghai Medical University Neuropsychiatric Hospital."
This is one of the most advanced neurological hospitals in the country, and there are many foreign experts here.
Some are invited instructors, some are experts who come here to participate in research, and some are specialists who come here for further study.
The airport pick-up was not as grand as expected. Only one person came, and he was the driver.
Dr. Zou is satisfied.
Liu Muqiao didn't care at all.
The one who is missing is Zhao Yilin.
He thought that at least one person at the deputy director level of the department would come to pick them up.
When we arrived at the door of the hospital, there was still no one to greet us.
Compared with Huacheng, the people here are much colder.
The driver took Zhao Yilin and his entourage to the employee elevator, and it was not until the 22nd floor that two people came up.
Two extremely beautiful nurses.
Dr. Zou’s eyes lit up.
He stared closely at people's faces.
So beautiful.
He swallowed hard.
The two nurses stared at Liu Miqiao again.
"Director Tao, have you hired another expert? A Japanese professor?" They stared at Zhao Yilin again.
"They are not Japanese experts, they are from our country, from Jiangdong Province." Director Tao said.
"Hey! Jiangdong Province?"
They have serious doubts.
"Yes, there is a vegetative patient in Ward 24. He has been in a vegetative state for five years. Please ask them for consultation and treatment."
"Hey! Senior expert."
Both nurses looked at Zhao Yilin's face, no longer with disdain, but with admiration.
Everyone knows that the treatment of vegetative patients is a world-class problem. It is difficult to revive a vegetative patient in only a few out of a hundred. Most of them are patients who need to wake up. There is no replicable experience in treatment.
Since he is an expert in treating vegetative patients, he should have had successful cases.
They finally looked at Dr. Zou a few times.
However, what they were looking at was the box in his hand.
This box, in matte cosmic black, is particularly unique. At least, it is very flamboyant and has a unique style. At first glance, it is not an ordinary box.
"How many vegetative states have you treated?"
Zhao Yilin said: "Two."
"Everything was successful?"
"Everything was successful."
"Is this box a device for stimulating patients?"
"Puncture needle."
"Puncture needle?"
Without further questioning, they had already arrived.
So high.
After going up a few more floors, we arrived at Ward 24.
When I stepped out of the elevator and entered the ward, my eyes lit up.
What a high-end ward!
The spacious corridor is not an ordinary latex floor, but shiny high-grade ceramic tiles, spotless, and the walls are made of matte space aluminum alloy. It makes you feel like you have entered a high-tech laboratory.
There is almost no one in the corridor.
Strangely, the tile floor made no sound even when walking on it. Dr. Zou couldn't help but bend down and take a look.
It turns out that what looks like ceramic tiles is not ordinary ceramic tiles. It should be a special coating, a high-tech material.
Soon, we arrived at the doctor's office.
"Oh, here we are! Hello, Professor Zhao. Director Tao, thank you. I'm really sorry that you went to greet me in person." A short man shook hands with Zhao Yilin, "This is Director Tao from the International Cooperation Department of our hospital.
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"Hey, I'm sorry just now." Zhao Yilin quickly turned around and shook hands with Director Tao again.
"You're welcome, you are great experts, how can we dare to neglect you?"
The short man introduced himself, "I am Chen Weixiong, director of stroke department 4."
Liu Muqiao was surprised. Isn't this Chen Weixiong, who wrote the textbook? It turns out that he is not good-looking. In his impression, he is a very majestic and scholarly person.
He's only 1.5 meters tall at most, and the word "Great Hero" really doesn't live up to his name.
"Oh, hello, Professor Chen. I've seen you for a long time."
Zhao Yilin is also very familiar with this name and has read many of his articles. He is a very accomplished expert in stroke.
"Please come in."
"You first."
"Are these two your assistants or students?"
"This is classmate Liu Muqiao, and this is Dr. Zou, partners, we are a team."
"Very good, okay. Please sit down and wait for a while. A consultation will be organized and some questions will need to be consulted. This is the rule of our hospital. When the time comes, please answer your questions and see if it can be done. Finally, please discuss it with everyone.
However, please ask experts, this is what we do, if your plan is rejected, we will also pay part of the consultation funds."
"Well, it's easy to say, if our plan fails, we won't ask for consultation fees."
"Please understand, this is the rule when we invite foreign professors. It is the same when we go to other hospitals. There is no value created and we do not charge fees. Of course, we still have to pay for air tickets and living allowances. In fact, I do the same
Needless to say, this situation rarely happens. However, the rules are still mentioned."
Liu Muqiao pursed his lips. It seemed that making a flying knife was risky. The meat was in the bowl. Whether you could eat it or not would depend on your true skills.
Liu Muqiao glanced at Dr. Zou.
This guy was holding the black box tightly, his eyes were wandering, and it was obvious that he was very nervous.
Liu Muqiao is really worried about him. If you are so nervous, won't people despise you?
He patted Dr. Zou's feet gently.
"Stop shaking!"
"Okay."
"You're still shaking."
"I'm working hard."
At this time, a female doctor brought three bottles of Evergrande Ice Spring and said: "In ten minutes, we will all be in the clinic for consultation."
Chen Xiongwei said: "Do you want to see the patient first?"
Zhao Yilin said: "Okay, let's take a look at the patient first and have a good idea first."
When I came to the bedside, the patient was lying on the bed in a semi-sitting position with his eyes open. At first glance, I thought the patient was conscious.
Liu Muqiao carefully conducted a physical examination.
Chen Xiongwei was very surprised.
"Your neurological examination is pretty standard."
"You wrote the textbook. When it comes to class, is it okay if it's not standard?" Liu Maqiao respected others but was not modest himself.
"You should be studying for a master's degree, right?"
"No, undergraduate internship."
"Oh."
Oh, after that, there is no more content.
Who cares about an undergraduate? Neither does a PhD student.
Here, the neuropsychiatric hospital, a top hospital, cares about international experts. Not to mention undergraduates, even ordinary experts are nothing.
Among the three people, only Zhao Yilin is somewhat like an expert.
He is mature, steady, and chic. In Chen Xiongwei's eyes, he seems to be timid.
People from Antai Hospital came to Shanghai Neuropsychiatric Hospital for consultation, and it was strange that they were not timid.
This chapter has been completed!