Uncle Tai got up early in the morning and rushed to the Halcyon Hotel to have breakfast with the Song family father and son.

According to the original plan, Song Guangping will go to the hospital this morning to check Uncle Long's medical records to understand Uncle Long's condition, and hold a preoperative discussion meeting with his colleagues in the hospital.

During the meal, Uncle Tai did not mention anything related to this operation, but only chatted about the past and present of his port city.

Yang Rui basically didn't interject on the side, but in his heart, he said that he had learned. The big man is big in the first place, how could Uncle Tai not care about Uncle Long's operation, but if he mentions it at this time, I am afraid it will only put pressure on Professor Song.

Talking about the history and current situation of the port city is of great help to whether Xiao Song can quickly integrate into this society.

After breakfast, it was only half past seven.

Uncle Tai asked Song Guangping to go back to the room to rest for a while, and at eight o'clock, the director of the church hospital would come to pick him up in person, and then patted Yang Rui's shoulder and said, "Let Rui Zai accompany you to the hospital on my behalf, I'll go, the doctor over there can't let go, it's not conducive to your communication." ”

At 7:50, the hospital car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Song Guangping didn't let the director of the hospital wait long, and before 7:55, he went downstairs with Yang Rui.

The dean is quite young, no more than forty years old, and he is very clever, although he has never met, but when he saw Song Guangping and Yang Rui coming, he immediately judged that these two were the people he wanted to receive.

"Hello two, you're Professor Song, right?"

After getting Song Guangping's affirmative reply, the dean turned to Yang Rui again.

"You are Mr. Yang Ruiyang."

Yang Rui smiled and nodded.

Not to mention, the dean's Mandarin is quite standard, and it has a slight Beijing flavor, which sounds quite soft and pleasant.

"My surname is Xie, my name is Zhiyuan, my major is hospital management, and my main responsibility is to serve the clinical frontline." Xie Zhiyuan handed over his business card first, and then opened the car door for the two guests.

Yang Rui couldn't help but glance at Song Guangping, it was very coincidental, Song Guangping just looked at Yang Rui, his eyes were staggered, and the two smiled obscurely. Such a concept is left in the mainland, and it can only be listened to as a slogan, don't take it seriously, whoever takes it seriously will be unlucky.

"Dean Xie is not a native of Port City?"

got into the car, Song Guangping closed his eyes and rested, and Yang Rui chatted with Xie Zhiyuan about family life.

"Ala Hu Haining ......" Xie Zhiyuan said a sentence of Shanghainese dialect coldly, and then changed back to Mandarin: "My parents are both from Shanghai, but I am a native of Hong Kong, Mr. Yang thinks I am not a local, because my Chinese speak well, right?" ”

Xie Zhiyuan did not say Mandarin, but used the word Chinese, which is extremely rare at the moment, and suddenly won Yang Rui's great favor.

"One thing to say, your Chinese is quite good, I Yang Rui sighed to himself."

Xie Zhiyuan said with a smile: "I have to speak Shanghainese to my parents at my parents' house, to speak vernacular to my grandparents and grandparents in the community, and to speak English when I go to the hospital Chinese...... My wife is from Sijiu City and is also my Chinese teacher. ”

is a talent, find an opportunity to take it to Gangnan Village another day, compete with the seventh uncle, and save this old immortal every day to boast that he is proficient in the seven Chinese.

When the car arrived at the hospital, Xie Zhiyuan got out of the car first, opened the car door for Song Guangping, and respectfully covered the upper edge of the car door with his hand.

Song Guangping dragged the English version of thanks.

Several of the hospital's cardiothoracic surgeons were waiting in the consultation room, including a blonde and blue-eyed ghost doctor.

I can also figure it out with my buttocks, these people will definitely not be convinced by the turtle experts from the mainland, if it weren't for the power of capital forcing them to wait here, Song Guangping may not even be able to enter the door of this consultation room.

Yang Rui and Xie Zhiyuan accompanied Song Guangping into the consultation room on the left and right, and immediately shot more than a dozen eyes of various colors.

There is disdain.

There is contempt.

And resentment.

Except that there was no welcome.

Also, they can admit that their level is not enough, and they can accept to ask a specialist from outside to perform surgery on that distinguished patient, such as a major hospital in North America or a doctor in the British Isles, but they really can't understand why the hospital management would bring in a doctor from backward China.

This kind of behavior has gone beyond the scope of serving the patients, and it is a humiliation for them.

Xie Zhiyuan remained silent, and introduced Song Guangping in English in a calm tone, but after the words landed, there was silence, and he didn't even hear a polite applause.

Song Guangping only smiled faintly.

Since you dare to come, you are not afraid of being left out in the cold, and the surgeon says that no matter how much it is, it is useless, and you can only see the real chapter when you get to the operating table.

The medical records are on the table, but they are all in English.

This is the rule of Gangcheng Hospital, but it is not deliberately difficult, Song Guangping naturally knew it, and calmly picked up the medical record book.

Not to mention English, even if he uses Russian, it will not be difficult for him.

After reading the medical records, Song Guangping picked up Uncle Long's X-ray again, and the myocardium showed compensatory thickening, which was basically in line with the diagnosis.

"Let's watch the CT scan." A Hong Kong-made celebrity turned on the viewing light and plugged in Uncle Long's CT film.

This coffee didn't mean well, you don't have to look at his expression, and you don't have to taste his tone, just because he added next:

"As far as I know, your hospital hasn't had a CT machine yet."

It's true.

Looking at the entire provincial capital, there is not a single hospital that can afford such expensive equipment.

Yang Rui couldn't help but sweat for Song Guangping.

CT film, can Director Song understand it?

Song Guangping was calm, smiled slightly and walked to the viewing lamp.

"When I was visiting Anderson, I spent a month studying CT film reading, and I didn't expect it to come in handy here today."

Song Guangping stared at the film, watching and analyzing at the same time, every word he said was extremely professional, and even the chief doctor of the radiology department of this hospital invited by the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery nodded again and again when he heard it.

"The diagnosis of plaque blockage at the lower end of the left descending artery is clear, and I will go to see the patient later, and if there are no obvious contraindications to surgery, coronary artery bypass surgery can be arranged tomorrow morning." After watching the CT film, Song Guangping made a final conclusion.

But as soon as the words fell, someone raised an objection.

"May I ask Professor Song, why don't you consider interventional surgery?"

Intervention?

A wisp of uneasiness flashed between Song Guangping's eyebrows.

Others didn't seem to notice, but Yang Rui, who had been staring at Song Guangping, really looked at it.

Like CT, intervention is an emerging discipline in the mainland, and there may be one or two hospitals in the provincial capital that have put CT machines on their work schedules, but intervention, it seems that not many people have been in contact with it.

The wisp of uneasiness that flashed through Song Guangping showed that he might not be able to cope with it in this discipline.

But at this moment, Yang Rui laughed instead.

As the so-called long-term illness becomes a doctor, he had a heart problem in his previous life, and consulted many experts, most of whom recommended him to the treatment of cardiac interventional stent placement. Once you can only have an impression, twice a little understanding, three times four times, seven times eight times, after Yang Rui has communicated with more than ten experts, he has a thorough understanding of this surgical method.

Including the advantages of the brackets produced by various manufacturers, and which ones have the defects.

With such a little knowledge, I don't dare to argue with doctors after more than 30 years, after all, people are professional, and he Yang Rui is just an amateur.

But today......

Yang Rui came to Song Guangping's side in time.

"Uncle Song, I'll answer this question for you."

Song Guangping couldn't help but be stunned, you, okay?

Yang Rui then whispered: "I also did some homework, and I was lucky, and I happened to bump into it." ”

Song Guangping took a deep breath and nodded.

He didn't believe that Yang Rui, a layman, could master the clinical knowledge of intervening in this emerging discipline just by doing some homework temporarily, but he believed that Yang Dacun was a steady person, and things that he was not sure about would never come out of order.

With Song Guangping's approval, Yang Rui slowly got up.

"First, let me introduce myself."

In his previous life, Yang Rui did foreign trade, so he naturally learned a little English, and professional English is definitely not good, but there is no problem with daily conversations, but what he said at this time is in the vernacular.

"I have two identities, one is Mr. Zheng Tai's personal representative, and the other is Professor Song's personal assistant, and next, I will answer the question of the gentleman just now, why not consider interventional surgery."

Yang Rui's two sharp swords shot at the questioner with a strong murderous look, causing the other party to unconsciously shiver several times in a row.

"As we all know, the surgical method of interventional stent placement is relatively simple, the trauma to the patient is also small, the postoperative recovery cycle is faster, and the risk that the patient needs to bear is low, etc., which are the advantages of choosing interventional stent placement."

This is not well known...... Among the doctors present, not only Song Guangping did not know, but more than half of the other party had heard of it for the first time.

But this did not prevent everyone from pretending to be experts in this subject and nodding their heads one after another.

However, Yang Rui turned sharply and suddenly became stern.

"However, interventional disciplines have just emerged, not to mention that there are still many clinical problems to be solved, but are the catheter stents and other equipment required for this operation mature? Is it reliable? Can I be sure that the stent placed in it can hold up the patient's blocked coronary artery? ”

Yang Rui said as he approached the questioner.

The invisible pressure made the questioner not dare to look up.

It's a pity that Yang Rui didn't plan to let him go.

"Raise your head and answer my question!"

How dare the questioner look up.

Yang Rui got started directly and held up the chin of this goods.

"I ask you, what should I do if the stent falls off after it is placed? What should I do if there is a problem with the catheter? What should I do if there is a problem with my Uncle Long's blood clotting mechanism during the operation? You can spread your hands and say that you have bought insurance anyway, but which of you has considered it for my Uncle Long? Once something goes wrong, his old man will take his life! ”

The coffee in the church hospital looked at each other, and we didn't plan to use interventional surgery, we just wanted to make things difficult for Professor Song.

(End of chapter)