-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> Jinyi night tour Text Chapter 231 Patients with liver disease
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- "Mr. Yang, I think we can start talking about next year's trial funding." Paul thought that Yang Zongbao would agree immediately, so he was a little arrogant.
¡°Let¡¯s talk about it tomorrow.¡± Yang Zongbao was unwilling to discuss this in public.
"Well, I'll leave time for you tomorrow." Jean-Paul couldn't understand the meaning of Yang Zongbao's words: "It is said that you opened a separate laboratory for a Chinese doctor? Research on AIDS?"
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao knew that this was the case. Professor Liu Bochang from Guwu Central People's Hospital. Yang Zongbao liked that energetic old man very much. Since he promised the old professor to give him experimental resources, he would not break his promise. George has arranged for the professor to move into the general dormitory of Jingcheng Hospital and should have started working.
"I think it's a complete waste. China's medical technology is not good, and there are no medical talents." Let Paul belittle the domestic medical level from the front.
No one else in the carriage made a sound, only Jean-Paul was boasting.
Yang Zongbao was not annoyed and asked Paul to pass his boring time.
When the car arrived at the Second Hospital, no one came to pick her up. The treatment was different, but Yang Zongbao still asked the nurse at the front desk to find out the location of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department.
The Second Hospital occupies a small area, and all the houses are compactly surrounded on four sides. Looking at the past, it seems that all the houses are smaller than normal. This may be due to visual error.
Because Yang Zongbao and his group were all in suits and leather shoes, and most of them were white, they naturally attracted the attention of patients and medical staff waiting in line.
The Hepatobiliary Surgery Department is on the fourth floor of the Surgery Building of the Second Hospital. Yang Zongbao did not take the elevator but took the stairs. When he is not wearing work clothes, Yang Zongbao does not like to be crowded with patients. This can be regarded as his small and harmless mysophobia.
Let Paul always keep himself first.
Who goes first is a matter of knowledge and etiquette. Clearly Jean Paul did not possess this virtue.
"I'm sorry, who is the person in charge here?" After Jean Paul went upstairs, he grabbed a little nurse who was passing by and asked.
"In bed 39." The little nurse was stunned by Jean-Paul's charming smile. Just as foreigners cannot tell the age of Chinese people, Chinese people cannot tell the age of foreigners. There is no age limit for the admiration and affection between the two, and Paul is well-maintained and his tall and straight figure is much taller than that of Chinese people. Women always hope to find a tall man to protect them from the wind and rain, which is a heroic plot.
"Thank you." Jean-Paul showed the girl his standard eight teeth in a very gentlemanly manner.
"Nonoyou're welcome." Sure enough, a blush appeared on the little nurse's face.
"Hehe, hehe, Chinese women are really shy." Paul proudly walked to bed No. 39.
Doctors will not get lost in the hospital. No matter whether it is the first time to go to a strange hospital. An experienced doctor will immediately find the location he needs to find. It's like an instinct. Doctors know where they are just by smelling it. Even research-oriented doctors like Jean-Paul, who have rarely spent time in clinical settings, have this instinct.
"Outsiders are not allowed in."
But Jean-Paul¡¯s charm still encountered resistance at the door of Bed 39 and was turned away.
"We are consultant doctors of Jingcheng Hospital." Paul felt a little frustrated.
"Really? Then come in. Are they too?" the doctor blocking the door said suspiciously.
"Thank you." Jean Paul was let into the ward. Yang Zongbao and the others were also able to enter.
Suddenly the small ward became very crowded.
Yang Zongbao saw Liu Chun standing in front of the patient's bed.
This is of course. Why couldn¡¯t the director of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department of the Provincial Hospital return during this consultation?
Yang Zongbao saw Liu Chun, and Liu Chun also saw Yang Zongbao. They were very embarrassed and had no communication with each other.
"The people from Jingcheng Hospital are here, let's hear their opinions." The person who seemed to be the director of the Second Hospital stood aside with his hands crossed, originally prepared to watch the show. But the appearance of a foreigner like Paul surprised him a little. Jingcheng Hospital became a little uncertain in his eyes. Everyone in the entire Zatoichi medical community knows that Jingcheng Hospital is a private hospital. It's just an accident that they are in a better location and have more funds. I really didn't expect that their doctors' qualifications are so good.
"Well, my name is Jean-Paul Belmondo." Jean-Paul was not in a hurry to see the doctor and introduced himself first.
¡°omg, Jean Paul?¡±
As soon as Paul finished speaking, the sound of breathing came from the ward.
"Who?" A man suspected to be the director of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department of the Second HospitalI really don¡¯t know.
"The most powerful candidate for next year's Nobel Prize in Medicine." Someone next to the man blew softly.
"What?" The man didn't believe it.
"Because of the research on amputated limb transplantation technology, I got the opportunity to aspire." Although Liu Chun looked calm on the surface, his voice could not stop trembling.
It¡¯s a surprise no matter what, the legendary figure appears in front of you, let alone the person who is about to win the world¡¯s highest medical award. That's an opportunity for one of 6 billion people. The probability of winning the lottery is much lower than winning the lottery. People who win the Nobel Prize are undoubtedly the best, first-class existence.
"Really? I am Wang Di, director of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department of the Second People's Hospital of the city. Nice to meet you, sir."
As expected, the most indispensable thing in this world is social experience. The director of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department of the Second Hospital was very capable of adapting to the changing circumstances.
"You don't need to speak English, I understand Chinese." Jean-Paul's language talent is indeed very powerful. Among a group of foreign doctors, his Chinese is the best. Yang Zongbao had to admit this. But what Yang Zongbao was thinking about at this moment was not that. What he was thinking about was that the money and materials he had paid for Paul had finally paid off. At least the news that Jingcheng Hospital has a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Medicine will spread like wildfire in Zatoichi or the entire domestic medical community. Yang Zongbao's own hospital will also have a certain status in the domestic medical community - a rising tide lifts all boats. Now all Yang Zongbao needs to think about is how to maintain the Jean-Paul effect, or let Paul reflect his due value at the minimum cost.
"It's an honor to invite you, sir, for consultation." Wang Di finally stopped speaking broken English.
"You're welcome, let me take a look." After satisfying his vanity, Jean-Paul finally focused on the patient.
"Have you had a B-ultrasound?" Foreign doctors are often not very familiar with percussion. So they are more willing to trust machines. For them, humans have a lot of subjectivity and therefore a lot of uncertainty, while machines faithfully reflect the patient's physical condition and are very objective. Domestic doctors, first of all, are restricted by medical conditions and conduct more human-related examinations. On the other hand, it is also because the ideas of traditional Chinese medicine have more or less penetrated into Western medicine, and they believe that human factors are also necessary for the production of many miracles. condition. This is determined by the different cultures of China and the West. Therefore, it is easier for foreign countries to produce physicists and so on, while domestically it is easier for philosophers such as Confucius to appear.
"It's done, here are B-ultrasound and CT films." Wang Di was now treated like a doctor's assistant - waiting on Jean-Paul's side.
"These two films show that there are cysts on the liver and ascites in the abdomen. Now I see that the patient's complexion is not yellow, his liver function is not affected, and his blood picture has not changed. It should be an ordinary liver abscess. Just open the abdomen and remove the abscess. "Jang Paul's conclusion is very convincing, and many people in the ward agree with his point of view.
"Then open the abdomen and remove the abscess immediately." Wang Di agreed: "We also want to learn from Mr. Jean-Paul."
"Okay. I haven't had such an operation for a long time." Jean-Paul was also eager to give it a try and show off his skills in the country for the first time. Of course, he had to choose a safe operation. It is best if the patient's life is not in danger no matter what he does, so that Paul can not only become famous but also maintain his mythical status.
Yang Zongbao stood aside and was completely forgotten. Jean Paul and Wang Di walked out of the ward while talking very friendly. It seems that because Yang Zongbao behaved too weakly along the way, the foreign doctors who followed Yang Zongbao did not say hello to Yang Zongbao. At most, they gave Yang Zongbao a look of sympathy, and now followed him out.
Yang Zongbao narrowed his eyes. It seemed that those foreign doctors had forgotten who their master was and who provided them with the food, drink, sleep, and sleep they had now.
"Haha, you were ignored." Liu Chun finally spoke to Yang Zongbao.
"Mocking? Sister Liu?" Yang Zongbao rolled his eyes.
Liu Chun was immediately shocked by Yang Zongbao's childish actions. However, despite his busy schedule, Liu Chun still noticed that Yang Zongbao called him "Sister Liu" - this was an obvious hint, implying that Liu Chun, Yang Zongbao and him were no longer possible.
"See you in the operating room." Liu Chun went out angrily.
There was only one doctor left in the entire ward who looked like an intern, checking the patient's drip. Yang Zongbao picked up the medical records at random. The intern didn't say anything and did his own thing.
Yang Zongbao first noticed that the patient¡¯s face was a bit hard, and then he was about 185cm tall.
"Northerners?" Yang Zongbao asked casually.
Perhaps because he was frightened by so many doctors just now, the patient¡¯s answer was a little dull: ¡°Yes, from the Northeast.¡±
Yang Zongbao could hear that accent: "What do you do at home?"
"What else can I do? Farming, but I have this disease and can't go to the fields." After the patient spoke the first sentence, the next words became much smoother: "I hope I can be cured this time, otherwise my family will There is no way to survive." The patient was still lamenting.
Yang Zongbao checked the medical records, and there was basically no difference from the conclusion reached by Jean Paul.
Because of Jean Paul. The patient was quickly pushed into the operating room. Yang Zongbao had nothing to do but look through medical records at the nurse's desk.
"You don't want to go in to see?" Liu Chun didn't know why he didn't go in either.
"Aren't you going back to the hospital?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Let's go." Liu Chun could only say goodbye.
Yang Zongbao simply sat down at the nurse's station. There was no nurse to look after him.
Suddenly Yang Zongbao's eyes were attracted by a book on the nurse's desk - "Parasite".
Yang Zongbao picked up the book and flipped through a few pages.
"Why are you tampering with other people's things?"
Yang Zongbao was so frightened that his hands shook.
A nurse angrily snatched away the book Yang Zongbao was reading.
"Yours?" Yang Zongbao asked weakly.
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" The nurse was quite angry.
"I'm sorry." Yang Zongbao shrugged and apologized. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page