Chapter 871 Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite
At nearly 1:30 on Tuesday afternoon, Zhou Mo returned briskly to the large office on the third basement floor of Zhizhen Building with a stack of letters, three new medical journals and two express packages.
She found that Shen Qi was the only one in the big office, still sitting at his desk busy.
"Dr. Shen, hasn't Dr. Yu's cardiac interventional surgery already started?"
"Why didn't you go to the operating room to assist in the operation?"
Zhou Mo asked very puzzledly: "Isn't cardiovascular intervention also your main field? What a great opportunity to observe and learn."
"Does Dr. Yu not allow you to observe and learn? No way, Dr. Yu is not a stingy and selfish person."
Shen Qi put down his work, looked at Zhou Mo who had finished talking, and explained: "Doctor Yu didn't refuse."
"It's just that Dr. Yu's cardiovascular interventional surgery does not require contrast agents and angiography machines, so I can't help or learn from him."
Zhou Mo understood and secretly thought that he was stupid.
She said softly: "That's true. Only he can use many of Dr. Yu's skills, and you can't learn them at all."
Shen Qi nodded and said: "Indeed, many of Dr. Yu's skills require support from his own special abilities, which we cannot master."
After a pause, he added: "Dr. Wang Chunyuan is assisting Dr. Yu in the operating room. To be precise, he is not assisting. He is just staying there just in case."
"In case a patient has an accident such as myocardial infarction, Dr. Wang can rely on his rich clinical experience to provide emergency response."
During the short exchange with Shen Qi, Zhou Mo's hands were not idle and he had already opened six letters in succession.
However, for each letter, she casually glanced at the contents, tore it up and threw it into the trash.
"Or junk mail?" Shen Qi asked casually.
Zhou Mo nodded and said, "These letters are either invitations to Dr. Yu to attend medical conferences, letters for help, or advertisements for drugs and medical equipment."
"It's of no value to Dr. Yu."
As Yu Zhiming's reputation increased, more and more letters were received, with various contents.
The most common types of letters are advertising letters, letters for help, invitations to academic conferences, and discussions on medical skills.
Yu Zhiming had no time to read these letters, so he left it to Zhou Mo to handle it.
Furthermore, today’s paper letters play less and less important roles in life.
Zhou Mo's handling of most of these letters was to tear them up.
Of course, in order to avoid missing really important letters, Zhou Mo would still open each letter and read it...
Shen Qi got up and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water. When he came back, he came close to Zhou Mo who was opening letters.
He hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Zhou Mo, Qian Ya, a neighbor of mine, wants my father to have an operation."
Zhou Mo, who was still opening the letter, said casually, and she reacted the next moment.
"Qian Ya? Her father erases the memory and starts over every two or three hours?"
"Yes!" Shen Qi nodded and confirmed.
Zhou Mo questioned: "If I remember correctly, didn't Dr. Yu say that the risk of her father's surgery was very high and that he recommended conservative treatment and rest and recovery?"
Shen Qi sighed and explained: "Qian Ya said that conservative treatment takes too long, and the recovery effect in the future cannot be guaranteed, so it is better to have surgery as soon as possible."
Zhou Mo couldn't help but said "fuck" and blurted out: "She wants her father to die."
"Doctor Yu said that the surgery is very risky, does she not know that?"
Zhou Mo said angrily: "It is said that there is no filial son in bed for a long time. It has only been a few days since her father's illness started, and he can't wait anymore?"
"What kind of hatred is this? What grudge? How could there be a daughter who wants her father to die like this?"
"Is it adopted?"
Shen Qi sighed again and said slowly: "I can confirm that they are biological father and daughter. Every family has a difficult book to recite."
He also warned: "Zhou Mo, there is something that I will only tell you. Don't tell anyone else."
"Doctor Yu can't say that."
Zhou Mo said with a gossipy face: "Dr. Shen, don't worry, I have always been tight-lipped and will never say anything I shouldn't."
After receiving the assurance, Shen Qi said softly: "Seven or eight years ago, Qian Ya's mother was paraplegic from the chest down due to an accident."
"Just over a month later, her mother committed suicide."
"I still clearly remember that at that time, Qian Ya painfully accused her father of not taking good care of her mother. Not only that, but he also deliberately left, leaving a window of time for her mother to commit suicide."
"She said at that time that if her father could no longer take care of himself due to various reasons in the future, she would not take care of him and would let him be relieved earlier."
this……
Zhou Mo's eyes widened and he clicked his tongue: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that there would be such a past relationship and internal reasons."
"It's just that there are some things you can say but not do."
"Father and son, as a daughter, she can't risk her father's life on the possibility of a small success, right?"
"Dr. Yu said the risk is very high, and the risk must be very high."
Shen Qi said with a complicated expression: "Yesterday, I was also very shocked when I heard her decision."
"Last night, I remembered this past event that I had almost forgotten."
Zhou Mo suddenly thought of something and asked: "Doctor Shen, her father only lost his newborn memory for a short period of time. His mind is still clear and his judgment is still there."
"In this situation, her father should still have the capacity for civil conduct, right?"
"She shouldn't have the final say on whether to do this surgery or not, right?"
"Only her father has the autonomy to perform surgery, right?"
Shen Qi was silent for a moment and said: "Last night and this morning, I asked Uncle Qian for his opinion twice."
"Uncle Qian agreed to have the surgery after I informed him of the high risks."
"Both times, he agreed."
Zhou Mo couldn't help but let out a sigh and sighed: "This is what parents do. They don't want to add trouble and burden to their children."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "In this case, Qian Ya still decides to have surgery?"
Shen Qi nodded with a complicated expression.
Zhou Mo said in a deep voice: "This woman is too..."
She was halfway through speaking, but did not continue. Instead, she said: "Dr. Shen, you should be lucky that she did not accept your pursuit."
"Otherwise you should worry about the possibility that you will be extubated by the person next to you one day in the future."
Shen Qi said seriously: "Once again, I have never pursued her, we are just ordinary friends."
He continued: "If one day in the future, I really enter the state of intubation to survive, I hope someone can simply remove my tube."
Zhou Mo curled his lips and said with a look of disbelief: "You can say whatever you want now, but there is a great fear between life and death. At that moment, you may not be willing to be extubated."
"It's better to die than to live. Many cancer patients are tortured to the point of being inhuman form in the late stage, but they still want to live."
At this time, Zhou Mo suddenly let out a sigh, shook the letter paper in his hand, and chuckled: "This is a thank you letter."
"The other party said in the letter that her father has fully recovered thanks to Dr. Yu's diagnosis and treatment."
"To express her gratitude, she decided to pledge herself and come to Binhai to be Dr. Yu's girlfriend in a few days."
Zhou Mo tore the letter into pieces and said angrily: "It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat. It's a beautiful thought. This is not to express gratitude, but to take revenge."
She tore open another letter and unfolded the paper inside.
"Another letter asking for help..."
Zhou Mo was about to tear it off, but stopped again.
She quickly read the content of the letter, raised her voice and said, "Dr. Shen, this is a hyperacusis patient with a similar condition to Dr. Yu."
"He said in the letter..."
Zhou Mo looked at the content on the letter and said: "More than two years ago, his hearing gradually became sharper. He can now hear the sound of water pipes flowing in the wall very clearly. The sound of raindrops when it rains, he sounds like Like thunder.”
"Also, in the dead of night, you can still hear the sound of blood flowing in your own blood vessels."
"He was diagnosed with hyperacusis, and his life was very painful every day. He felt like he could no longer hold on..."
In the soundproof operating room not far from the big office, Yu Zhiming is performing vascular interventional surgery on the elderly man on the operating table.
The stent guidewire was punctured into the femoral artery of the old man's right leg and followed the blood vessel toward the old man's heart...
Compared with the last two cerebral aneurysm interventions, Yu Zhiming’s guidewire advancement speed this time was much slower.
Mainly, the blood vessel conditions this time were a bit bad.
In Yu Zhiming's perception, a raised scar would appear on the blood vessel wall from time to time.
The guide wire should be like a fish swimming in the water, nimbly avoiding these obstacles and meandering forward.
Dr. Wang Chunyuan, who was accompanying him, was a little bored. From time to time he glanced at the patient's physiological parameters that were beating constantly on the monitor.
He knew that if it were not to meet his needs, these monitors would not need to be turned on.
Because Yu Zhiming can grasp the patient's real-time physical status without looking at these data.
Wang Chunyuan set his sights on Yu Zhiming again.
With his eyes slightly closed, he stood motionless beside the operating table like a sculpture. He could only push the guide wire into the patient's body with a slight twist of his fingers at a constant speed.
To be honest, Wang Chunyuan would not accept this operation. Even if the patient and his family repeatedly assured him that if anything went wrong, he would not be held responsible.
Because he has no certainty of success, even if he succeeds in the end, it is just a blind cat running into a dead mouse, and it is purely luck.
Treating illnesses and saving lives requires luck, but that is based on a 70% or 80% certainty, plus a little bit of luck.
Relying purely on luck, the probability of failure is 99%.
Wang Chunyuan turned his attention to the old man on the operating table again, and couldn't help but think of his daughter.
And Cui Zhitan, who asked him to come here to take precautions.
Wang Chunyuan could feel that Cui Zhitan must have made some determination this time.
This is a man with an old heart. Do you want to go crazy for a while...
