When it came to the college entrance exam, Chen Xia followed his parents' wishes and applied for medical school, while Zhang Xinshu went to a fashion university in the north. I remember that when school started, the little girl hugged him and cried, swearing that she would not marry anyone else but him.
In the first year after their separation, the two corresponded frequently, and the letters were particularly touching, but starting from their sophomore year, Zhang Xinshu's letters became less and less frequent.
Until one day she told herself in a letter that she had found a boyfriend at school who she would not marry anyone else, and asked her old classmate Chen Xia to bless her.
At that time, Chen Xia felt like he was screwed. When we were together, you called me "Little Xia Xia", but now that you found a new love, you immediately call me "old classmate"?
This was also the first time he had a broken heart in his life, or it could be said to be the only time he had a broken heart. He cried countless times while hiding in his bed.
It was also from this heartbreak that the innocent little virgin slowly turned into Mr. Chen in the bar.
Chen Xia looked at the ping-pong table where they often played as children and muttered to herself, "She hasn't been born yet in this life, so there won't be any karma between us, right?"
In the office of the Second Department of Surgery, Jiangzhou People's Hospital.
Chen Zhenwu was listening to the director's lecture with a sad face at this time.
"Xiao Chen, please reflect on what went wrong with your treatment plan. This patient's uncle is a regional leader. If the family members continue to persist, the consequences will be serious."
"Director, you know this disease has a high chance of causing systemic septic shock. This isn't necessarily a postoperative infection caused by improper surgery."
"It's no use telling me. Don't you think the patient's family will listen? They're insisting it's your fault. The patient is dying. What do you say we should do?"
"What should we do? Humph, just let it go. If you don't have the skills, don't take on this porcelain job," said Xia Hansheng, another resident doctor in the Department of Surgery II.
If Chen Xia was present, he would immediately recognize that this Dr. Xia Hansheng could be said to be his father's lifelong rival.
The two were classmates in technical secondary school, but they didn't get along while studying.
After graduation and work, they compete for the position of team leader when they are residents, compete for the position of department director when they are middle-aged, and compete for the position of dean when they are senior.
The two men fought for half their lives. Chen Zhenwu won the previous few times, but Xia Hansheng won the last time. He received his lunch box before Chen Zhenwu and went to see the King of Hell a year after his retirement.
At this moment, Chen Zhenwu heard his colleagues' ridicule and was about to explode, "Xia Hansheng, you..."
The director quickly interrupted, "Alright, alright, it's already late and you're still arguing. The most important thing now is how to find a way to save the patient. If we can save him, it will be a great achievement. If we can't, our department will suffer."
At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a young man stuck his head in, "Brother, I'm here."
The director frowned and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Chen Zhenwu quickly stood up and led Chen Xia in.
"Xiao Xia, you're here! That's great! Let me introduce you to Director Hu from our Second Department of Surgery. This director is my younger brother, the head of the General Affairs Department at Yuezhou Fourth Hospital."
Director Hu was shocked when he heard this. Yuezhou Fourth Hospital is one level higher than Jiangzhou People's Hospital. He is so young and has become the section chief, which means his rank is higher than his as the department director.
He held out his hand doubtfully and said with a smile, "Section Chief Chen is indeed a young and promising man. I'm quite familiar with Director Qiu Fangjue of your surgery department."
The health system is so small that it is inevitable that people will run into each other during meetings. Building closer relationships through people who know each other is also a common method in society.
Of course, Chen Xia knew the old director of the Second Department of Surgery in front of him. He had known him in his previous life. But now he could only pretend not to know him and shook hands with him with a smile:
"Director Hu, you're talking about Old Qiu. He's very happy right now. He just had a grandson and he's so happy every day."
The two were still praising each other's business, and Xia Hansheng next to them became unhappy and started to make sarcastic remarks again:
"Some people don't care about work, they're not good at surgery, but they're great at networking, and they think they have brothers everywhere."
Chen Xia turned around and saw the younger version of Xia Hansheng. He couldn't help but feel a little amused. This old man had fought for so long in his previous life, only to end up at the crematorium first. Who would have thought he was so sharp-tongued at such a young age?
Xia Hansheng has fair skin and looks handsome. If he was born in his previous life, he would definitely be a popular young actor. To put it bluntly, he is a bit effeminate.
So Chen Xia pretended not to know her and asked politely, "Who is this girl..."
"You bastard, you can't even tell the difference between a man and a woman!!"
Sure enough, Xia Hansheng was furious when he heard this. Today's aesthetic standards are different from those of later generations. Everyone likes male stars with thick eyebrows and big eyes like Zhu Shimao, and has a very negative view of effeminate men.
Even Mr. Tang Qiangqiang, a professional emperor actor, was ridiculed by the media as a "creamy boy" at this time.
So when Xia Hansheng heard Chen Xia mocking him for being a girl, he was so angry that he wanted to throw a sanitary napkin in his face and slam the door and leave.
Chen Zhenwu turned his head and tried hard to suppress his laughter. Director Hu was much more experienced and quickly rushed out the door to explain some departmental matters.
When no one was in the office, Chen Xia asked, "Brother, what happened? Tell me in detail."
Chen Zhenwu took out a hospitalization record and said, "The patient is a 37-year-old male with a history of recurrent right upper abdominal pain for 10 years. The pain recurred with chills, fever and jaundice, and he was admitted to the hospital after being unconscious for 3 days.
Physical examination upon admission: body temperature 39.3℃, heart rate 128 beats/min, respiratory rate 30 breaths/min, blood pressure 75/40mHg, obvious yellowing of the skin and sclera, tension in the entire abdominal muscles, obvious tenderness, refusal to press, Murphy's sign (+), weakened bowel sounds, about 1 time/minute.
After admission, routine blood tests showed: white blood cell count 20.27*10^9/L, biochemistry: ALT 61Iu/L, TBIL101.62ummol/L, DBIL64.52ummol/L, IDlBL37.10ummol/L, blood potassium 3.33mmol/L, glucose 6.22mmol/L, creatinine 189ummol/L, uric acid 587umol/L.
Ultrasound showed cholecystitis, gallbladder effusion, multiple gallstones, and bile stasis in the gallbladder cavity."
Chen Xia watched and listened. As a hepatobiliary doctor in his previous life, he immediately made a judgment. "Classic Reynold's pentad. The diagnosis of acute obstructive suppurative cholangitis is correct. What happened next?"
Chen Zhenwu said with frustration, "At the time, I advocated surgery, while Xia Hansheng advocated conservative anti-inflammatory treatment. As you know, for this kind of disease, conservative treatment without surgery and drainage is only a temporary solution. So I performed surgery, opening the common bile duct, removing the gallstones, and performing a cholecystostomy for drainage."
Chen Xia nodded. "This treatment plan is correct. The patient is young and has good tolerance. He doesn't have any underlying diseases. Now that the diagnosis has been made, we should clear the bile duct obstruction as quickly as possible, remove the blockage, and drain as much of the purulent bile as possible to restore bile duct patency. Surgery should be the primary treatment."
Chen Zhenwu sighed, "That's the problem. I did something wrong with good intentions, and now the family is holding me accountable."
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