"Ouch~~~"
As soon as he entered the ward, the hungry wolf in Liu Miqiao's heart suddenly burst out, and a shining green light emitted from his eyes.
Another Parkinson's disease patient.
The patient's consciousness is clear, and there is moderate bleeding in the basal ganglia. This hematoma can be treated surgically or conservatively.
The family members considered that this patient already had Parkinson's disease and it was difficult to take care of himself. Coupled with the stroke, he would have to spend his whole life in bed.
Therefore, the family members are eager to undergo surgery to minimize the complications of stroke.
The younger son was a leader and paid 5,000 for medical consultation, but Zhao Yilin was only willing to accept 3,000. He had only one purpose, as long as his father could sit in a wheelchair and sit on the toilet when going to the toilet.
This expectation is not high. If it were not for Parkinson's disease, such a small stroke would not be a big problem for walking.
But now, it’s hard to say whether I can stand up.
The conversation is Zhao Yilin's business.
You have to go to the operating room for surgery, and at least you have to do it in a good manner, so that people feel valued.
Of course, the final artist can only be Liu Miqiao.
There were only three people who walked into the operating room, Zhao Yilin, Liu Muxiao and Dr. Zou. The nurse was a nurse in the operating room. The other doctors, out of respect for Director Zhao Yilin, did not follow them without being invited.
The minimally invasive puncture surgery for hematoma is an advanced technology. It’s no problem to go to Antai Hospital for further study. Now that it’s being delivered to your door, it’s better to avoid a little bit of resentment.
"Are you coming?" Liu Maqiao asked Dr. Zou.
Dr. Zou quickly shook his head, "No, don't be ridiculous. If the effect is not good, the brand will be ruined."
"You really need to do this." Zhao Yilin said, "People value us so much, so we must give them the best answer."
"Okay, I understand. Director, you sit down. I will take a longer time and try to make it as clean as possible with as little damage as possible."
The wolf in Liu Miqiao's heart was hidden in the grass, and the green light in his eyes became more and more intense.
This patient is not a critical patient, and the amount of bleeding is only 20 ml. In the past, this kind of patient did not need puncture at all and could be treated conservatively.
However, the prognosis is still different without surgery.
Liu Maqiao sat down to prepare carefully, and specially selected several types of puncture needles from the equipment. In this way, Dr. Zou could only stand aside and watch, without even giving him a chance to prepare.
"You stand aside, this patient has no learning value for you."
Dr. Zou was originally prepared to observe and observe, because puncture of 20 ml of small bleeding requires skills, and the accuracy of needle insertion determines the future prognosis.
Who would have thought that Liu Muqiao would say this.
Dr. Zou took a step back. People think that I am in the way, so I don’t go further, and why are you waiting for someone to scold me a second time?
Be prepared. Logically, it’s time for puncture.
However, Liu Muqiao was not in a hurry. He stared at the CT films and MRI films on the reading lamp carefully.
Especially when watching MRI films, he was so serious, so focused, and so absorbed. Zhao Yilin was wondering, "Did you discover new problems?"
Zhao Yilin already knew that Liu Muqiao had a very strong ability in reading MRI films.
"There are many lacunar cerebral infarctions." Liu Miqiao had to cover up.
He is looking at the globus pallidus.
Yes, he is ready to take action.
Didn’t you say that we should try to get the patient to stand up?
If Parkinson's disease is not treated, you will be embarrassed!
"What's so strange about lacunar cerebral infarction?" Zhao Yilin turned his head and began to admire the nurse. Yes, she is so beautiful.
Zhao Yilin is an energetic person. Even though he is over fifty years old, he likes to look at beautiful women more often.
Why are all the nurses in our department so-so? The most beautiful one is Wang Yi, but compared with this nurse, the gap is not even a little bit.
It must be Xiang Lifang who is causing trouble.
When she was young, Xiang Lifang was considered a beauty. She did not want others to be prettier than her. Now that she is old and has become an aunt, she still insists on not being a too beautiful nurse.
Worried about Zhao Yilin?
Of course not, Zhao Yilin will never eat grass from the sidelines.
She is worried that she will become a marginalized person.
Liu Muqiao is still watching MRI movies.
Pretend!
You started pretending again!
Dr. Zou began to feel envious and jealous again.
He thought there was a reason Liu Muqiao was faking it, because this nurse was so outstanding, tall, with delicate features and a first-rate figure. Even in Antai Hospital, she was still a gorgeous hospital flower.
He believed that Liu Muqiao was flirting with his sister.
However, his suspicion was also well-founded. The nurse was indeed looking at Liu Miqiao, even to the point of staring intently.
She was asking, is he the chief surgeon? He is very young! He is only a resident doctor at most. How can he perform such a high-level puncture?
The key is, he is so handsome!
Generally speaking, not many handsome men have real skills. However, the current situation seems to be that the other two old men are bystanders, and it is this young man who really takes action.
Liu Muqiao turned around, and his eyes accidentally met the nurse's.
The nurse's face suddenly turned red.
Liu Maqiao calmly made the final preparations and began to puncture.
Hey! Why is it in this direction?
A big question mark appeared in Dr. Zou's mind.
He didn't talk too much. He saw Liu Maqiao was so focused and cautious, so how could he dare to talk?
Liu Miqiao was cautiously advancing slowly and continuously. Except for a pause of a few seconds in the middle, he did not hesitate.
This is to feel the site where the needle is inserted and the nerve fibers and cells it passes through during the puncture. It is avoiding blood vessels and important tissues.
Stopped.
"Number 9 needle core."
Liu Muqiao said to the nurse.
The nurse skillfully handed over a long and thin needle core.
"Hemostats."
The nurse handed over another pair of hemostatic forceps.
Although she was doubting why he needed a hemostat? However, she would not ask any more questions. This was the professional ethics of the instrument nurse. She only obeyed the surgeon.
Liu Miqiao clamped the tip of the needle core with a hemostatic forceps, twisted it hard to create a small arc, and then inserted the puncture needle.
Dr. Zou’s eyes opened wide.
What are you doing?
He couldn't figure it out.
The beautiful nurse was no longer distracted. She also watched in amazement as Liu Maqiao fiddled with the needle core.
Tinkering?
Yes, that's right, Liu Miqiao turned the needle core, and the arc he just twisted must have destroyed the brain tissue.
Is this possible?
The nurse looked on in horror.
It's over.
Liu Miqiao quickly pulled out the needle core, and then quickly pulled out the puncture needle. Next, his movements were much faster.
Re-puncture.
The re-puncture was almost completed in a matter of seconds, and blood came out.
He put on the syringe, drew out more than ten milliliters of blood, and then injected some saline solution into it. He repeated this twice, and the flushing fluid became clear.
Zhao Yilin stood up and nodded with satisfaction.
Seeing this kind of flushing liquid means that the operation is coming to an end.
When it was over, Liu Miqiao glanced at Dr. Zou.
Their eyes met.
One is doubtful and puzzled, the other is bright and excited.
Liu Muqiao glanced at the nurse again and gave her a smile.
Although wearing a mask, this smile is more lethal than 54-degree Moutai.
Drunk.
Really drunk.
Finally, Liu Muqiao's eyes looked at Zhao Yilin, and he let out a "ooh" in his heart, which was a howl of satisfaction.
"Ouch!"
"Ding!" A crisp voice said, "Reward an intermediate treasure box."
Seeing that it was an intermediate treasure box, Liu Muqiao quickly pressed the switch with his hand, and a shining silver book appeared in front of him.
"Experience Summary of Surgical Treatment Cases of Parkinson's Disease"
My mother, for example, isn’t she a veteran?
This chapter has been completed!