When An Ruo came back, her face was covered with oil, and the palms of her hands were also stained with oil. However, the oil stains in her palms were not ordinary cooking oil. They were not greasy, but looked shiny.
An Ruo pinched her hand as a paw and asked Zhou Cheng: "Do you think it's scary?"
Zhou Chengxin said, girl, our skin is actually quite good, there is no need to do these things. However, An Ruo defeated Zhou Cheng from an academic level.
According to incomplete statistics, a girl's skin quality will decline from the age of twenty-five, so she must start taking care of her skin from this time on, otherwise it will be easy to get wrinkles, spots, and even take out articles...
"You are more exaggerated than the oil-faced man. Isn't it uncomfortable to apply it?" Zhou Cheng asked, curious in his heart.
An Ruo also asked him if he needed a facial mask, and also said that good skin care products for boys are more expensive than those for girls. Zhou Cheng didn't like the trouble, so he naturally ignored it.
"It's uncomfortable. My face is all oily, but there's nothing I can do about it. I don't want to grow old, so I can only waste money. Look at those well-maintained celebrities, they all look like girls when they walk around.
But in fact they are all walking RMB.”
"You don't think I'm annoying or vulgar, do you?" An Ruo tilted her head, rubbed her hands together, and put them on her chest like a surgeon after washing his hands.
"No, absolutely not. The love for beauty is instinctive. Everyone has the right and freedom to love beauty." Zhou Cheng told the truth, and then said:
"I actually think it would be a pity for such a beautiful face to have to work extra hours."
An Ruo sometimes asked Zhou Cheng some boring and beyond-knowledge questions. For example, is it better to buy eye cream at this price or another one?
Sorry, Zhou Cheng really doesn't know, and he doesn't want to waste time delving into this aspect, so he can only shake his head and let An Ruo become self-reliant and make her own choice in this aspect.
"Hee hee." An Ruo was very happy after hearing this and flashed her little paws.
"I am applying oil. I will also apply a cleansing mask and a regular moisturizing mask later."
After An Ruo explained, she sighed helplessly: "Zhou Cheng, you know, I actually think it is very troublesome and a waste of time to do this, but time is not forgiving."
These words, coming from An Ruo's mouth, seem very strange. You are only twenty-six years old, eldest sister.
Zhou Cheng did not continue the topic, but changed the topic and asked: "You are going to the outpatient operating room tomorrow, will you feel nervous?"
Last week, Professor Su Guoyuan told An Ruo about this problem. Zhou Cheng wanted to ask An Ruo about her final psychological emotions to see if she needed any psychological construction.
An Ruo's expression immediately drooped: "I'm definitely lying if I say I'm not nervous, but there's nothing I can do about it. Teacher Su doesn't want me to follow him anymore, so I have no choice but to follow the schedule and go to the outpatient operating room to practice for a while.
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An indifferent Versailles.
An Ruo, it took less than half a year to improve her qualifications, but over time, it brought her more confidence than she had built up in the past many years.
"How are you? What did you eat tonight? Is it still bowl food?" An Ruo seemed not to want to dwell on the topic of going to the outpatient operating room tomorrow.
"No, I went to a farmhouse and the local duck tasted pretty good. Next time we have a chance, we can check in together."
"And I drank some wine today. Because of what happened last time, I suddenly discovered that the attitude of the people in the department towards me has changed." Zhou Cheng put away his notebook and chatted seriously with An Ruo.
An Ruo quickly understood what Zhou Cheng was talking about, frowned and said, "This incident didn't have any negative impact on you, right? I checked, and there are only seventy people at that level in the country.
It looks like six or seventy-seven."
Mentioning this, An Ruo was a little worried for Zhou Cheng. A person of this level was not easy to mess with. She was not afraid that he would put small shoes on Zhou Cheng, but she was afraid that he would be serious about Zhou Cheng and suppress him in every detail. What would happen to Zhou Cheng?
Development is particularly disadvantageous.
If this matter becomes serious and Zhou Cheng has trouble staying at home, and once he wants to go abroad to develop, An Ruo will have a hard time deciding whether to stay in the country or go abroad with Zhou Cheng.
"There is no special impact yet, alas! Things are crowded together, and there must be trade-offs." Zhou Cheng also sighed.
It’s not that he has to be tough and not afraid of power, but everyone’s social position is a person, and people are social relationships. If we really have to prioritize things, how difficult is it? Life-saving must come first.
However, in terms of first come, first served, he and An Ruo had been preparing to go home for so long, and when they arrived at home, they immediately yo-yoed. Zhou Cheng is currently not in the establishment, not in the system, and not at his job. How can he even take his own rest time?
Can't we have it?
Zhou Cheng didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. If he tried it again, he would still make the same choice.
Then, Zhou Cheng smiled again and said, "That person didn't say anything, but a family member of whom I had emergency surgery before was very annoying."
Zhou Chengcheng asked Fang Miaomiao's mother, Director Quan, to call him and tell him what he was going to do in the department tonight.
Zhou Cheng said: "Maybe earlier. It's not that I can't go to the department, but after drinking, I can't go to the clinic. This is a matter of principle. This is also responsible for the patient. I don't want to break this precedent."
"If I go to the ward to see the patient after drinking this time, then next time I may perform the surgery while drunk, and the next time I may even perform the surgery while drunk."
"Rules are rules."
After Zhou Cheng finished speaking, without waiting for An Ruo's answer, he took the initiative and said: "Of course, if you are at the level of the patient's family, I can understand them. They can value me and hope to find a better doctor for their family members.
Better doctors perform surgeries, that's human nature."
"If I were to put myself in my family's shoes, I would use my social connections at all costs to request better doctors to diagnose and treat my family members, so that I would feel more confident."
"I will also make phone calls at inopportune situations."
Only then did Zhou Cheng express his most sincere thoughts, and then handed the conversation back to An Ruo.
An Ruo originally planned to interrupt in the middle, but now that she heard what Zhou Cheng said, An Ruo couldn't seem to find a suitable word to follow Zhou Cheng's words.
After more than ten seconds, An Ruo said: "So, clinical practice is very difficult, and our doctors target many patient groups."
"Perhaps, in the eyes of that person or that family member, they only called you once, and it was only this once, and the time you needed to pay was not much. But how could they imagine how many people you were facing?
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"My own teachers are all in the Department of Anesthesiology, and their messages are okay. But I heard that some well-known professors never reply to all their messages and phone calls every day. Some even reply to them after a week. Really.
Not cold!"
"There are too many things, too many patients for consultation, and there are also inquiries from various social relations."
"How many people are you in contact with now?" An Ruo turned over his hands.
Zhou Cheng gestured with his right index finger: "One, here." Then he pointed at An Ruo.
An Ruo was stunned for a moment, a little shy, but her face stopped blushing.
And he rolled his eyes at Zhou Cheng: "I'm telling you seriously."
"What do you mean, An Ruo, that I can contact several more people?" Zhou Cheng continued to joke.
An Ruo suddenly laughed angrily and threatened: "I have several brothers, and you know it very well. If you think you can beat them, you can too, right?"
An Ruo shook her head from side to side and started to show off.
Zhou Cheng's face immediately began to calm down. After thinking about it, he decided that it was better to forget it, so he brought the topic back to the right track: "An Ruo, let me ask you a question that has no answer."
"Do you think my choice this time was right or wrong?"
"After all, for me personally, if I go to the department to see patients after drinking but before I'm drunk, as long as no one reports it, nothing will happen."
"Furthermore, by taking a look, as the chief surgeon, I can also reassure the patient's family members. For me, it will not increase my workload a lot. On the contrary, after I go there, I can also have a hidden personal connection."
An Ruo shook his head: "But we can't rely on luck to get everything right? What if we are reported?"
"Even, what if other family members who don't know the situation report it? You won't be able to tell clearly."
Zhou Cheng nodded and said, "So wine is not a good thing."
"Drinking is actually a kind of culture. Some people love drinking. Don't you men all like to drink, eat, chat and brag?" An Ruo asked back.
"Who did you listen to?" Zhou Cheng felt that An Ruo was a little biased.
"Online, in TV series." An Ruo randomly found an example.
Zhou Cheng thought for a while and said: "When I first started drinking, I drank with recklessness, loyalty and formality. But now, I feel that when I drink, I drink with friends."
"Then I also heard that after drinking to a certain level, what you drink is life. I only have such a long life experience, so I don't have good taste."
"Oh, by the way, there is another kind of wine, which is also quite delicious. The cup of wine, the cup of wine..."
When we chat, we talk about all kinds of things. We talk about everything.
The chat ended at 10:20 on time, and the two of them hung up the video.
An Ruo also went to bed, and Zhou Cheng also lay on the bed, turned off the light, and calmly analyzed what he had experienced in the past few days.
Zhou Cheng didn't know if it was a deliberate arrangement. He felt that the three cases he had encountered recently were very special. His own choices seemed inexplicable, but they all had their own reasons.
In the case of Fang Miaomiao, I chose to go beyond Xu Kairan and save her lower limbs. Where I was standing at that time, I was just an ordinary doctor.
Then when I went to Jin City, I chose to go to the emergency room. I chose to play the role of a more enthusiastic doctor.
But when that person called me, my choice turned out to be an ordinary person.
These things seem to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact, medical resources are still limited. If all the doctors in Tianjin People's Hospital are very good, there is no need to go to Tianjin at all.
If his abilities were average, then Xu Kairan would not stop him at all, and no one would call him.
The sinking of teaching and medical resources must be experienced. This road is very long, and it may be longer than you can imagine.
I wish everyone in the world could be like a dragon, but how can they all be dragons?
The next morning, Zhou Cheng still got up very early and did not go for a run. Instead, after sending a message to An Ruo, he rushed to the department around seven o'clock.
A doctor will never be the judge of good and evil. The most important thing is to do his job well from an objective perspective.
There may be something wrong with Fang Miaomiao's medical procedures, but that is not something he can control. Zhou Cheng will not choose to ignore or avoid it. Likewise, he has done the same and will not change again because of her background.
The medical procedures and responsibilities you face.
Since you have chosen the freedom of choice, you must not be blinded by the superficial veil and feel that you are the controller of your life. This kind of thinking is absolutely unacceptable. Repay your respect for life.
Heart.
No matter he is a death row prisoner or something else, he is still a living life before he is subjected to the final punishment...
When Zhou Cheng arrived, the ward where Fang Miaomiao was located was peaceful.
Zhou Cheng knocked on the door gently, but no one responded. Then Zhou Cheng knocked slightly harder.
Then I saw a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, wearing a coat and formal clothes, opened the door: "Who are you?"
Muyin was with him most of the time in the hospital. He knew about Zhou Cheng's existence, but he didn't know what Zhou Cheng looked like.
"Hello, I'm Zhou Cheng. Because I have to go to the outpatient clinic today, I came to see Fang Miaomiao in bed 43 in advance. Are you hers?" Zhou Cheng was very polite and did not treat Fang Chujun as Fang Miaomiao rigidly.
Father.
"I am Fang Miaomiao's father. Doctor Zhou, please come in." Fang Chujun looked overjoyed when he heard this and quickly invited Zhou Cheng in.
Then I accidentally looked at my watch and saw that the time pointed to five minutes past seven.
While leading Zhou Cheng inside, Fang Chujun shouted in a low voice: "Miaomiao, Miaomiao, Doctor Zhou is here to see you, wake up first."
Following the voice, the pale girl lying on the hospital bed opened her eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face was bloodless, and her lips were pale.
One set of her blood purifiers has been removed, but there is still one set of blood purifiers running. The vital signs on the monitor are quite stable.
Fang Miaomiao tilted her head weakly. She didn't know Zhou Cheng. She only heard from her mother that there was a very powerful Dr. Zhou here. It was thanks to him that she was able to save her legs, but she was never masked.
Fang Miaomiao wanted to speak, but Zhou Cheng waved his hand to her.
"You continue to rest, I will check on your condition first. You just need to rest quietly."
Zhou Cheng first observed the vital signs, and then recalled Fang Miaomiao's corresponding blood drawing indicators, which he had already made an impression in his mind before he came for ward rounds.
Fang Miaomiao continued to stare at Zhou Chengzai.
Zhou Cheng then ordered: "Can you move your hands? Just move them casually."
Zhou Cheng wanted to determine whether the movements of Fang Miaomiao's upper limbs were normal.
Fang Miaomiao shook her hands from side to side, and then clenched her fists. However, this movement would suppress the quilt. Maybe it was because of shyness and fear that Zhou Cheng would lift the quilt.
Zhou Cheng looked at it and nodded: "Okay, do you feel your lower limbs now? In other words, what kind of existence are they?"
"Phantom limb, numb, hot, or not there at all?"
Phantom limbs are amputation patients who feel that their amputated limbs have always existed, but in fact, they have been amputated. Fang Miaomiao has experienced amputation, and although it has been transplanted back, it may not necessarily cause phantom limbs.
Feel.
"I can't explain clearly, it feels very heavy, and I don't seem to feel anything. I want to move, but I can't. I can't even feel the existence of my feet." Fang Miaomiao tried her best to whisper intermittently about her feelings.
Zhou Cheng nodded, then pinched the two corners of the quilt on Fang Miaomiao's hospital bed, exposing only the knees and below. His fingertips slowly slid down from the tibia. This was also part of the examination for pathological signs.
But Fang Miaomiao didn't know that she didn't react!
Zhou Cheng asked again: "Can you feel my fingers?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head: "I don't know, I don't feel it."
"Move hard and remember the way you used to raise your toes." Zhou Cheng said again.
Double lower limb transplantation is a simple operation, but postoperative recovery is a big problem. Zhou Cheng thinks that his operation process will definitely be correct, but can he return to his pre-operative appearance after operation? Can he recover?
How much, Zhou Cheng has no idea.
If the nerve is necrotic or loses its function, even if it survives the operation, it will atrophy due to disuse.
Fang Miaomiao remained motionless.
Zhou Cheng didn't feel flustered in his heart, which was not unexpected. He then carefully covered her quilt and turned to look at Fang Chujun: "Wait a moment, after checking the room, ask the child's mother or the nurse at our nursing station to
, starting from the toes of both lower limbs and exploring all the way up."
"Be sure to find a position with touch and temperature sensations, and determine the front and back. This is very important for controlling the condition. I am a male doctor, so it may not be convenient."
Although there shouldn't be too much embarrassment between doctors and patients, Zhou Cheng could see that Fang Miaomiao was very concerned about it, and the way she pressed the quilt proved that she was disgusted.
"Okay, Doctor Zhou, isn't Miaomiao's current situation very pessimistic?" Fang Chujun quickly asked in a low voice.
Zhou Chengze replied: "That's not true. For now, you see, the body temperature of both lower limbs is normal. Although there is no sensation or movement, there is no necrosis, pressure sores, etc., and the blood supply is also very good, which proves that it is still alive."
Alive."
"As long as the limbs are still alive, you can still find a way."
"When you are taking care of her, you must pay attention to the problem of pressure sores. Also, you must assist her in performing some functional exercises, which can slow down the atrophy of her muscles and increase her sense of movement."
"It can also prevent venous thrombosis to a certain extent." After Zhou Cheng finished speaking, he turned back to Fang Miaomiao.
"Have a good rest, don't think too much, eat hard, eat more high-protein foods, and adjust your mentality. It's very important. I don't know, you can still return to your pre-operative appearance." Zhou Cheng gave Fang Miaomiao some assurance.
Comfort is to let the patient have confidence first.
Fang Miaomiao's eyes lit up and she nodded.
Then, Zhou Chengcheng and Fang Chujun walked out, went to the door, closed the door, and after walking some distance, they said: "Miaomiao's father, it's like this. The current situation cannot be said to be particularly good, but I can't take Fang Miaomiao's words for granted.
Talk about it face to face."
"You also know that her legs were rescued."
"However, it cannot be said that it is bad, but her activity is still there. So, as long as the activity exists, we can still find ways in the future, such as nerve transplantation and nerve transposition surgery."
"Nerve repair is a long-term process. It may not be effective for three months, but for now, we have to ensure the activity of both lower limbs. This is equivalent to another kind of resurrection, and the effect will not be seen so quickly.
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"So, you want her to be conscious and active now, which goes against the objective laws of nerve growth. I can understand your feelings as family members, but at this point in time, all we can do is wait.
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"Because what I told you before were all alternative options. Whether it is transplantation or transposition, they are not as suitable as the original nerve. We have to give Fang Miaomiao a chance."
When Fang Chujun heard this, he probably understood what Zhou Cheng meant.
"Dr. Zhou, what do you mean, is it better to save the current original nerve first, and not to touch it first? Wait for a while, if you really can't see the effect, then think of another way?" Fang Chujun concluded and
The ability to understand is very strong.
It’s more comfortable to communicate with people like this: “That’s it.”
"Sickness comes like a mountain falling, and sickness goes away like a thread spinning."
"You can still look forward to it, so during this waiting process, what we doctors can do is actually limited, but I will always pay attention to it."
"Before, Fang Miaomiao was always in the ICU. As you know, the ICU is a relatively closed place. The more people there, to a certain extent, it will only make the patients in the ICU worse. And I also
Nothing can be done."
"You can't just choose the next best option without even giving it a chance. This is also irresponsible for us doctors."
Fang Chujun nodded: "I understand, Doctor Zhou, thank you for your hard work. I will explain all these. We will also cooperate with everything you explain."
"Actually, it's like this, Doctor Zhou, you see, my wife and I are relatively busy, and my father is also older. Do you think it would be better if I hire a more professional nurse?
"
Hearing this, Zhou Cheng couldn't give any advice: "It depends on the individual. It requires a very careful and patient person."
Fang Miaomiao's current situation is not much different from that of paralysis. She definitely needs careful care. It is difficult for Zhou Cheng to evaluate who can do better among family members and caregivers.
If care is not done well, infection can easily occur, which can be disastrous.
It is impossible for a team of doctors and nurses to have enough resources to personally go to the bedside to guide care. This is unrealistic.
"Okay, Dr. Zhou, thank you for your hard work. I see you still have to go to the outpatient clinic and make a trip so early."
"But you can come, I feel a lot more at ease." Fang Chujun said in a very tangled tone.
While they were talking, Mu Yin and Fang Miaomiao's grandfather also came to the ward. When they saw Zhou Cheng, their eyes flashed. A hint of displeasure flashed through their eyes at first, but then they restrained themselves and hurriedly came forward to ask.
Zhou Chengcheng said: "That's it. I have made it clear to her father about Fang Miaomiao's situation. Please communicate with her. I still have to go to the outpatient clinic. If you have any questions, I will definitely come every working day."