Inside the operating room.
Fifty-six-year-old Wang Chenzhi lay on the operating table, seemingly a little afraid of the surgery, keeping his eyes closed the whole time.
It's important to know that Wang Chenzhi wasn't under any anesthesia at this moment; he was perfectly conscious, just like a normal person.
However, it's possible that there's a certain fear of surgery.
Mr. Wang Chenzhi was lying on the operating table, trembling slightly. It was unclear whether he was frightened or something else.
It is said that this Mr. Wang is also a business expert who started from scratch and built a successful supermarket chain. His net worth is at least tens of millions.
Otherwise, how could they afford to have multiple pancreatic removal surgeries?
If this were an ordinary person, they would probably be lying at home waiting to die.
Su Zhengnan stepped forward, grabbed the other man's wrist, and took his pulse. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, then turned to Director He behind him and said:
"I'm now administering acupuncture anesthesia to the patient. You can prepare for the surgery!"
"Okay!"
He Xingqiao nodded, and then immediately instructed the first and second assistants to prepare the CyberKnife and all the corresponding instruments needed for the surgery.
It's important to understand that the scalpel used to remove organs with cancerous cells is not an ordinary scalpel; it must be a scalpel that can kill the tumor tissue.
Currently, there are not many types of surgical scalpels available for tumor or cancer surgery.
Besides ultrasonic scalpel, CyberKnife, and microwave scalpel!
There are no more than five types of surgical knives that can be used to kill cancer cells and remove tumor tissue.
As for the low-power motor required for acupuncture anesthesia.
He Xingqiao had naturally made preparations long ago.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Su Zhengnan took out silver needles, sterilized them, connected them to a motor for charging, and then directly performed acupuncture anesthesia on the patient.
The only difference is that the selection of acupoints is slightly different from last time.
The specific meridians and acupoints that require anesthesia in different operating rooms need to be determined through a dialectical process. It's not that simply needling a few acupoints will achieve an anesthetic effect.
This is why Su Zhengnan's first action upon entering the operating room was to take the patient's pulse.
For a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, the results of their own diagnosis are far more accurate and important than the so-called test results from Western medicine.
Two minutes later.
Su Zhengnan turned to He Xingqiao and said, "Director He, we can begin the surgery on the patient now."
"Okay!"
He Xingqiao nodded blankly, seemingly unable to process what was happening.
Two minutes!
Two more minutes!
The patient was effectively anesthetized in such a short time.
This really opened his eyes.
Even though it wasn't the first time He Xingqiao had witnessed Su Zhengnan's acupuncture anesthesia, she was still shocked and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.
He Xingqiao then instructed anesthesiologist Zhang Qiping to test the patient's pain level.
Although he had already experienced the effects of acupuncture anesthesia once.
However, testing a patient's pain level is essential before any surgical procedure; this step is indispensable.
Even if you know the patient is already under anesthesia, you can't skip this step. Otherwise, if something goes wrong during the surgery, you'll have no way to explain yourself.
Anesthesiologist Zhang Qiping stepped forward to test the patient's pain level and confirmed that there were no problems with the anesthesia.
"Since the patient's pain sensation has been numbed, I'll leave now. Director He, you can continue with your work. If there's anything urgent, feel free to call me."
Su Zhengnan nodded and greeted He Xingqiao before leaving the operating room.
He didn't need to worry about the rest of the surgeries.
The surgery would take at least three or four hours to complete, and Su Zhengnan wouldn't be foolish enough to stand in the operating room and wait that long. He was only responsible for helping with the acupuncture anesthesia.
With a creak!
Open the operating room door and walk out.
Su Zhengnan took off his mask and sighed softly. Then he took off his surgical gown and turned back to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Looking at the patient lying on the operating table, who had opened his eyes and was staring at him, He Xingqiao pursed his lips and turned to the surgeons present, saying:
"Let's begin the surgery!"
Although it wasn't the first time He Xingqiao had performed surgery on a patient while he was fully conscious, he still felt a little uneasy. Fortunately, the mask he was wearing concealed his expression.
Otherwise, the patient would have seen his outburst of composure.
Acupuncture anesthesia allows patients to experience pain anesthesia while remaining fully conscious.
This is also one of the greatest advantages of acupuncture anesthesia.
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A few hours later.
The patient's surgery was successfully completed!
The surgery went very smoothly; all the parts of Mr. Wang's body that needed to be removed were removed, leaving nothing behind.
All that's left is to rest in the hospital for a while, and then I can be discharged.
Even so.
Old Master Wang doesn't have much time left.
In Western medicine, pancreatic cancer is considered a highly malignant digestive tract tumor, and even after surgical removal, the overall survival rate within five years is no more than 10%.
Under normal circumstances, if Mr. Wang's post-operative care is not appropriate, it would be considered a very good result if his lifespan could be extended by 1 to 2 years.
But he's only fifty-six years old!
Even with a two-year extension of his lifespan, he might still reach the age of fifty-eight.
This is why Su Zhengnan sighed inwardly when he took the other person's pulse earlier.
It's nothing more than a lament about the impermanence of life and how fragile life is.
After returning to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Su Zhengnan spent his time in his office organizing research materials on acupuncture treatment for hemiplegia caused by cerebral infarction.
From dialectics to treatment, from theory to clinical practice...
These all need to be collected, organized, categorized, and summarized.
Although Dr. Zhao and others in the acupuncture department had already conducted research on this topic.
However, after reviewing the data, Su Zhengnan discovered that Dr. Zhao and his team's approach to acupuncture was fundamentally flawed.
No wonder they've been doing acupuncture for so long but haven't made any progress on this topic; the main reason is that they've taken the wrong path!
Su Zhengnan shook his head helplessly, then deleted the errors and reorganized the document.
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afternoon.
Before leaving get off work.
Su Zhengnan went to the hospital headquarters and gave the patient who had regained consciousness another acupuncture treatment.
The main concern was that Zhao Weihong and his team were not comfortable with administering acupuncture to the patients, fearing it might delay their recovery.
After all, the best way for Su Zhengnan to resolve this medical dispute quickly is to help the patient recover, so that the patient's family will have nothing to say.
After performing acupuncture on the patient.
Su Zhengnan then drove his BMW X5 home from get off work.
At this time, Guo Aimin and his family had just been released from the police station.
The family stood at the entrance of the Beijing Integrated Traditional and Western Medicine Hospital for quite a while, looking at each other blankly.
The sister-in-law looked at Guo Aimin hesitantly and asked, "Brother-in-law, do you think we should continue making trouble after we just got out of the police station?"
Guo Aimin pondered for a moment, then finished his cigarette and said:
"I'll call that boss surnamed Chen first and ask him what's going on. He still owes us 500,000 yuan!"
After saying that, Guo Aimin took out his phone and contacted Chen Jinfei's bodyguard.
Yes, that's right!
Chen Jinfei's bodyguard and thug also shares the surname Chen; they are from the same clan.
It is precisely because the two of them are from the same clan.
That's why Chen Jinfei trusted the other party so much; otherwise, an ordinary bodyguard wouldn't have followed him for over twenty years.
Beep beep beep...
"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."
However.
Guo Aimin made more than ten calls in a row, but each time he received a message that the call could not be connected.
"Fuck you... fuck your mother!"
Guo Aimin was so angry that he threw his phone to the ground and turned to his sister-in-law and parents, saying:
"We might have been tricked; we can't get through to the person surnamed Chen on the phone at all!"
"So... shall we still make a scene?"
The older sister-in-law stared at him blankly and asked.
"Still making a scene? What's the point of making a scene? We can't contact them anymore. If we keep making a scene, who's going to give us our money?"
Guo Aimin roared angrily, but he quickly quieted down.
Although we can no longer contact the boss surnamed Chen.
But at least they still have 500,000 in their account!
From this perspective, it seems like they didn't lose out at all!
Guo Aimin touched his nose, stood up and said to his parents, "Let's go and take my brother's body home. We can talk about the rest when we get home."
"Alright, alright, let's bury your brother first, then we'll go and argue with that boss surnamed Chen."
Guo's mother nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Afterwards, the family went into the hospital and explained their purpose to the medical affairs department.
"Family members like you think you can take the patient's body away?"
Wang Guohua, the director of the medical affairs department, was amused by their words. He originally wanted to point his finger at them and scold them, but he held back because he was a doctor.
Guo Aimin said dismissively, "That's my brother's body. My brother died in your hospital. Not only do we want to take my brother's body with us, but your hospital also has to pay for my brother's funeral expenses."
"Funeral expenses?"
Wang Guohua was amused by the other party's words and waved his hand, saying:
"Our hospital has already given the results of your brother's cause of death, and we have also asked people from the health bureau to verify it. Our hospital will not give you a single penny in compensation."
"As for you taking your brother's body away, please settle the medical expenses for the patient's treatment at our hospital first, otherwise you may not be able to take the body away."
Director Wang doesn't tolerate these unreasonable family members causing trouble at medical facilities.
Do you really think he, the head of the medical affairs department, is a pushover?
"What? You want us to pay more? Let me tell you, if your hospital doesn't pay us back today, we're not leaving!"
When Guo Aimin heard that it was time to settle the medical bills, his voice immediately rose eight octaves.
"Don't even think about taking the body away without paying. Our hospital has no obligation to pay for your unreasonable demands."
Wang Guohua said something indifferently, then made a phone call to the security guards at the hospital entrance, and had them kick Guo Aimin and his family out.
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