"Sit down." Tao Zhijie said to them.
Wei Shangquan immediately winked at Geng and Pan: Song Mao is standing as punishment, so we can sit down.
"Okay." Geng Yongzhe pushed him. He was afraid that Song Mao would punish them after hearing what he said.
Song Xuelin had no time to care about the thoughts of these poor students. Although he was standing, he was actually standing beside his boss Cao Yong's desk, concentrating on reading the patient's medical records.
Xie Wanying couldn't wait to move forward and take a look at the medical records.
"Give."
She turned around after hearing the voice and saw Senior Brother Tao handing her the patient's X-ray film.
Taking the film with both hands, Xie Wanying asked, "Since the patient is not hospitalized at the National Association, is he considering going to Fang Zezhi?"
The difference in technical level between doctors can be revealed in just one or two sentences.
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He Guangyou heard her words and thought about why other people were only concerned about not allowing patients other than hepatobiliary patients to be hospitalized, and his heart was filled with emotion.
It is not surprising that others criticize this first, because the neurosurgery department of the National Association is not bad and Cao Yong is in charge. If the patient wants to have another operation, it is not a bad idea to choose the neurosurgery department of the National Association.
"You haven't seen the medical records. Do you think she can't have the surgery here?" Tao Zhijie asked her out of caution.
"I noticed that Dr. Song, who spoke to me this morning, had a strange expression on his face." Xie Wanying did not dare to hide anything in front of the two senior brothers, and said directly, "Maybe Dr. Song thinks the situation is more serious than expected, and it is not appropriate to perform surgery."
Song Xuelin immediately turned his head and glanced at her: What? Doctor Xie, are you touching my head again?
Tao Zhijie asked Song Xuelin: "What do you think?"
Song Xuelin spat out: "Ask her."
It was too unfair for Dr. Xie to feel his brain first to find the way. This kind of medical record analysis based on the film and the establishment of a three-dimensional model was something Dr. Xie was better at than him.
Ordinary people may not understand the conversations between these big guys and geniuses.
Student Wei was confused and asked the students around him: "What do they mean?"
Geng knew that Wei’s brain was not without knowledge, but he lacked the way to access the Internet. He helplessly pointed out to him: “You forgot that this patient had cancer.”
“Is it not possible to have surgery on brain metastases?”
It is not that brain metastasis cannot be operated on, but it requires specific analysis of the specific situation. In clinical practice, surgery is indeed not the first choice. Because it is a metastatic tumor, it is likely to be multiple and easy to recur. If surgery is really necessary, unless the metastatic tumor is a single one and is easy to cut and does not damage important functional areas, it is a palliative surgery, that is, surgery to relieve the patient's symptoms. If there is hydrocephalus, it is drained, and radical surgery cannot be performed. Therefore, once a patient has recurrence and metastasis of cancer, it is difficult to predict the future.
I understand. This patient is in a serious condition. It should not be a single case, but multiple cases. There are probably not many cases. Brother Tao's tone is exploratory, which means that surgery may be possible. Ultimately, a neurosurgeon is needed to give a professional opinion.
Hold the film up and put it under the light.
The other students came up and watched together.
"One, two." Wei Shangquan glanced at the report from the imaging doctor on the table, "It says there are two. So surgery should be possible."
Then I heard Xie say: "This MRI is not professional."
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