How dare Professor Jiang and Professor Zhou dare to say a word?
"Liu Muqiao, how sure are you that the puncture will be successful?" Father Song asked.
"Ninety-nine percent."
Everyone was shocked.
Father Song was also surprised.
"You are so crazy!"
"I'm not crazy, I'm being modest. Because I have a reason. The people here are all natural scientists, not social scientists. Natural science should be straightforward. It stands to reason that brainstem puncture is not difficult, and the distance is
The scalp is only two or three centimeters, and I can penetrate such a big cyst with my eyes closed. So, I should say, the success rate is one hundred percent."
"Okay, let me ask you again, how can you avoid damaging important tissues as much as possible?"
"The key is to look at the MRI film."
"You are very knowledgeable about nuclear magnetic resonance films?"
"It's okay. At least a little better than the professor who just said I was uneducated."
Everyone was shocked again.
They all looked at the professor in the radiology department.
He wanted to have a seizure, but he seemed to be oppressed by Father Song's power, and his face turned red.
"Well, this is not good, classmate Liu Miqiao, they are your teachers, you should learn to respect them." Father Song said.
"Yes, I should respect people who can respect me. But, he doesn't."
"What's wrong with me?" The radiology professor finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"You can criticize me and scold me, but you can't scold my parents." Liu Muqiao said.
"Your parents lack education for you!"
"Shut up!" Father Song shouted softly, and the whole room buzzed.
"Qiu Yimai, you are wrong. I am your student. How can a teacher be serious with a student? You said Liu Miqiao is okay, but you really can't talk about his parents. You should respect people. If their parents do any work, you should also
You should respect others. Liu Miqiao, what do your parents do?"
"I have no parents. I am an outcast."
"..."
Suddenly, there was deathly silence.
Everyone understood why Liu Maqiao was clinging to Qiu Yimai from the Department of Radiology.
"Okay, let's stop talking and get back to the topic." Father Song withdrew his sympathetic eyes and said loudly.
"No, I have a few more words to say. I'm sorry, Liu Muqiao, it's my fault. I didn't know your parents abandoned you. However, many accomplished people in the world had very miserable childhoods." Professor Qiu Yimai said.
.
"It's not even miserable."
"I would like to ask you about imaging knowledge. You should be the kind of genius who is particularly sensitive to grayscale and has a strong spatial imagination ability. If you specialize in imaging, you will definitely achieve great achievements." Liu Muqiao smiled faintly.
How am I a genius? Don’t I just have a system?
"Okay, you can discuss it after the meeting. Let's get back to the subject. I remember that I have participated in 13 consultations for this patient. It can be said that we have thought of all the ways we can think of, and all possible effective drugs have been considered.
We have tried it, but we have already exhausted our skills. Now that we have seen a little hope, why are we still hesitating? Of course we have to give it a try. Liu Muqiao, please."
……
An hour later, in the operating room of the neurosurgery department, Liu Miqiao, Dr. Zou, and Professor Jiang began the operation.
A family member came and was waiting outside the operating room.
He is a representative.
He barely said a few words during conversations, signings, and escorting people.
They were all at a loss.
The drawer is already full of critical illness notification techniques, what else needs to be discussed? The word death has long been insignificant to them.
Dr. Zou stopped the nurse from preparing the skin. If he wanted to do it in person, he must have some achievements, such as haircut, disinfection, and drilling - oh, by the way, he still gave some symbolic anesthetic to the drilling area.
"Okay." He said.
Liu Muqiao is still watching the MRI film.
A full ten minutes.
This is a habit and a crucial step.
Dr. Zou admired the figure of Liu Muqiao from behind, just like the general commanding an army of millions, staring at the map and imagining the entire battlefield.
"So cool."
Two beautiful nurses were discussing softly.
Suddenly, Liu Miqiao turned around, picked up the puncture needle, and put it down again.
"No. 5 needle."
What!
Instead of using a puncture needle, use a venipuncture needle?
"There won't be blood clots in the cyst, just a very thin needle will do." Liu Muqiao said.
Professor Jiang suddenly realized, "There is almost no damage. Why didn't I think of it?"
Fixed thinking is a mistake that most people tend to make.
Liu Miqiao penetrated it easily and drew out 5 ml of tan liquid.
"Is it done?" Professor Jiang asked.
"It's done. As for whether I'll wake up or not, I don't dare to say." Liu Muqiao said.
"Didn't you say you were optimistic?"
"Yes, optimism is not true."
"Okay, then it depends on fate. Let's go sit somewhere and have a chat."
"You want me to wait for him to wake up?"
"Wouldn't it be great to witness this exciting moment?"
Liu Muqiao laughed, "You are more optimistic than me. However, Professor Jiang, according to my experience, the probability of successfully waking up is 50%, and it does not necessarily have to be today. It may also be a week later."<
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Indeed, Liu Miqiao had no experience in this area among the cases he searched in his head. The case that survived did not know when his cyst ruptured.
……
"You stole the show today. Even the affiliated hospitals know who you are."
On the way back, Dr. Zou leaned on the back of the passenger seat and said.
"He is also a little too crazy." Zhao Yilin added.
"Actually, I was still too young, my words were hurtful, and I was not mature enough." Liu Muqiao admitted his mistake very sincerely.
"Do you think the vegetative person can wake up?"
"Yes. It's just that it's difficult to determine the time of awakening."
"Are you really sure of this?"
"I'm basically sure. Because the nerve fibers are indeed not too damaged."
"You've hit the target."
Liu Muqiao smiled.
This is an unexpected gain.
Who knew you would meet a vegetative person?
"Zou Qingxiang, get the paper quickly." Zhao Yilin said.
"Liu Muqiao said that after 10 cases, 4 cases have already been paid, and there are still 6 cases." Dr. Zou was a little excited.
"Do we have to wait for 10 cases?"
Liu Muqiao said: "Wouldn't 10 cases be more sensational? Don't worry, 10 cases will probably happen soon."
"Well, the effect of the affiliated hospital is great. I guess we have a chance to do flying knives." Zhao Yilin said.
"Are you looking forward to the flying knife?" Liu Maqiao said with a smile.
"In the past, I didn't even dare to think about it. Over the years, I have seen professors from the affiliated hospitals driving around and professors from the capital flying around. I am so envious."
This is indeed the case.
Those professors who fly here and there get consultation fees and surgery fees, which are 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. After one year, this amount of money is indeed very objective.
However, what is more enjoyable is the process.
When people invite you, they treat you as their savior. That eager look in your eyes, that admiring look, your words, every gesture, or wave of your hand may make people happy or heartbroken.
People live not only by the results, but also by the process.
The process of making flying knives is so wonderful and exciting.
