Liu Muqiao carefully looked at the medical records and patients. Both CT and MRI films clearly showed that there was a small cyst in the brainstem near the medulla oblongata, about the size of a soybean, which just compressed the nerve pathways of the brainstem.
"Can it be done?"
"No problem."
"Professor Smith wants you to design a surgical plan, how do you design it?"
"It should be about how to insert the needle."
"I don't think it's that simple. It should be a formal surgical design. You may have to write a feasibility report carefully."
Liu Muqiao was slightly startled. Zhao Yilin's words made sense. Tomorrow's seminar will not be a simple explanation of how to insert an injection or how to extract fluid, but a formal topic defense.
This is life-threatening.
Liu Muqiao can perform a very difficult operation, but if he is asked to write a thesis and a defense report, it will cost him his life.
All past papers were written by Zou Qingxiang. There are rules and regulations for writing papers. I haven’t even written my graduation thesis yet.
Today is not just about writing a paper. Zou Qingxiang can ghostwrite the paper. Today is about writing about surgical methods.
Liu Muqiao has never been in contact with him.
Zou Qingxiang also shook his head, "I don't know how to design such a project. However, I think we can write down the route of inserting the needle clearly, how to insert the needle, what kind of tissue the needle tip will encounter, what risks will be encountered, and how
Eliminate risks, then analyze what to expect after surgery."
Liu Muqiao thought for a while and said: "That's the only way it can be, but I'm worried that I will make a fool of myself. Is this okay? We try to write it according to the format of a paper, inserting the relevant surgical process and what you just talked about in the middle."<
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Zhao Yilin touched the back of his head and said: "Tomorrow will definitely be a very difficult exam. I estimate that Smith is just an ordinary person here. There will probably be big shots in this surgery discussion. You have to be mentally prepared."
Liu Muqiao, maybe the focus tomorrow will still be on the issue of surgical guidance. When people ask you why you gave up CT guidance, how do you explain it? You must give a convincing reason."
Liu Miqiao nodded lightly, "I know, tomorrow is an exam. Brother Zou, I will give you a task. You will write the front and back parts of the paper, and I will write the middle part. You should quickly copy some of the information here, and we will at least
Show your posture."
Zou Qingxiang's face suddenly lit up.
Ha!
It turns out that I, Mr. Zou, am not just a suitcase carryer.
"Okay, no problem!"
"There is another patient there. Didn't we say there are two patients?" Liu Miqiao said.
"You should concentrate on this surgery first, otherwise, you won't be able to do a hundred more surgeries later," Zhao Yilin said.
Liu Muqiao was right when he thought about it, so he took the time to come up with the patient's surgical plan.
Back at the hotel, the two of them worked hard.
Zhao Yilin thought about it over and over again. Hey, even Zou Qingxiang has shown his value. I, Zhao Yilin, am really here to make a living.
In order not to disturb them, Zhao Yilin walked out of the room, out of the hall, and went to the street, looking east and west. The exotic customs were very different from those in China.
There are foreigners with tall noses and blue eyes everywhere.
Zhao Yilin himself is not short, but when he gets here, he often has to look up to others. Even female foreigners are about the same height as him.
What surprised Zhao Yilin was that although their country is very developed, people's health concepts are not advanced. You see, there are many fat people, and there are many people who weigh 300 pounds.
The streets are very clean.
Although there were a lot of people, it was very quiet.
Even the cars are very well behaved, one after another, rarely blocking, and no horns are heard, and everyone is courteous to pedestrians near the zebra crossing.
Zhao Yilin stood on the street and watched fascinated.
Not far away, a beggar is begging.
This beggar was neatly dressed and took off his hat to greet passers-by.
This beggar was not very diligent. After begging for a while, he plugged in his headphones, started listening to music, and danced disco to the rhythm of the music.
"Sir, are you Chinese?" A voice came from behind.
Zhao Yilin looked back and saw an elderly couple, about 70 years old, dressed neatly and supporting each other.
The old man is a patient.
"Yes." Zhao Yilin said.
"You also come to Hopkins Hospital for medical treatment?" the woman asked.
"We are here to help others treat their illnesses." Zhao Yilin didn't want to talk about this topic anymore because he was afraid that others would misunderstand him again.
"Oh, you are...I don't quite understand, you mean, here for academic exchanges?" The woman looks very much like an intellectual.
"We are doctors from Antai Hospital in Qingjiang City. We were invited to come here to perform surgery on a vegetative patient. Our Dr. Liu from Antai was able to perform brainstem punctures and save several vegetative patients, so they invited us to come and perform surgery."
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Zhao Yilin had to explain a few more words. Today's misunderstanding left a deep impression on people.
The woman was dubious.
The old man spoke, "What's your surname?"
"Zhao Yilin."
"Oh, Dr. Zhao, we are also in the same industry. I am a urologist at the Third Hospital of Jincheng, and my wife is an obstetrician at the Third Hospital. I have pancreatic cancer, and I have given up on surgery in China. I want to try it here, too.
The last bit of hope. In the past few days, I have seen too many Chinese people here, and everyone comes here with the last hope. Now, I am very happy to see you. Unexpectedly, they will invite you to practice medicine here.
For a moment, I really couldn’t believe it. We are Chinese among the doctors here, which is great.”
Zhao Yilin smiled and said: "Hopkins Hospital is indeed the birthplace of pancreatic surgery and a place where big names gather. However, if you go back to the First Hospital of Beijing University and ask Professor Long, the highest level in the world is not at Hopkins.
Hospital."
"Where?"
"Go back and ask Professor Long."
"Wouldn't it be better if you told me?"
"I'm a little embarrassed to say it."
"Why are you embarrassed to say it? Could it be you?"
Zhao Yilin shook his head violently and said: "Me? Haha, that's a joke! I'm a person with no skills, and I'm so ashamed."
"Who is that?"
"One of my students, Liu Muqiao."
"Aren't you a neurologist?"
"Yes, I, a student, was interning in general surgery. I met Professor Jingcheng Long who failed to perform surgery on pancreatic head cancer. He then performed the surgery successfully."
"Is there such a thing?"
"Yes, later on, he teamed up with Professor Long and performed many surgeries. Later, he went abroad. Liu Miqiao also received an honorary doctorate and a visiting professor from the country of Adidas."
The old man looked at Zhao Yilin and shook his head.
"You don't believe it?"
"Mr. Zhao, you are really good at joking."
After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.
Zhao Yilin sighed.
It seems that sales is a science.
Some people can sell fake things, but I, Zhao Yilin, no matter how real I am, failed twice.
I was in a daze when there was a voice behind me.
"Sir, take some time off."
It turns out that the beggar had discovered Zhao Yilin a long time ago.
Zhao Yilin didn't know what the rules were when dealing with foreign beggars, so he had to take out a hundred dollars and throw it to the beggar.
The beggar was also surprised, and then he said repeatedly in Chinese: "Thank you, thank you."
It seems that this beggar has special training for Chinese people, and the patients who come here to see a doctor always give him money.
This chapter has been completed!