Doctor: It's reasonable to perform surgery on yourself.

Xu Qiu had just finished explaining the postoperative precautions to the old man and Professor Yan's son when he heard the word Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease again.

He turned around and looked around. Director Huo ran away without acknowledging his relatives. His nostrils were as big as those of a gorilla. He said out of breath: "We, Xiao Liu, have met another patient. This time, it looks like he has Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. Doctor Xu, you Help me palm my eyes!"

He came in a hurry, and he was a repeat customer. Director Huo didn't even arrange the connection between the two hospitals and rushed over directly.

One can imagine how anxious he was.

"Xiao Liu again?"

Xu Qiu looked at the doctor next to Director Huo.

Xiao Liu tried his best to look calm and calm. He was considered a senior in the Department of Neurology at Guoyou Hospital, and he was much more handsome than the senior directors who were greasy-faced and disheveled.

However, the moment he saw Xu Qiu, he lowered his head and suddenly felt ashamed.

"Yes, Doctor Xu, I am Xiao Liu." The twenty-nine-year-old Xiao Liu lowered his head and said.

All the domineering self-introductions that had been brewing along the way turned into obedient obedience.

"Um."

Twenty-four-year-old Xu Qiu shouted without any psychological burden, "Xiao Liu, go to the conference room to discuss."

"Okay, I have brought all the medical records. They are very detailed. I expected that there would be a consultation, so I made preparations in advance, and the PPT was ready."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Xu Qiu took the USB flash drive naturally and naturally.

Xiao Liu suddenly felt elated, "It's not hard, it's not hard."

Director Huo glared: "Promise!"

Xu Qiu: "Director Huo, please don't sit at the water fountain this time. Come to the table."

Director Huo's fierce eyes immediately softened: "Okay, okay."

Several young residents next to him looked at them strangely.

No, Director Huo, didn't you say that you were sitting next to Xu Qiu and arguing dozens of times?

Why are you sitting next to the water fountain now? !

"etc!"

At this time, Joseph and others who were forgotten in the corner rushed up.

"Dr. Xu, I have done some research on Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, and I have seen it all."

Joseph straightened his back.

Now it’s finally my turn to be at home!

…

On the way from the operating room to the emergency department conference room, Xu Qiu went to the ward and looked at bed 31 where the operation had just ended.

Tonight, Luo Siling has another surgery.

The conditions of the two are similar, except that the 31-bed uses Linhai small blood vessels, while Luo Siling uses McCovey's 6.5mm blood vessels, which also cost 30,000 yuan in materials...

This surgery is related to the comparison of the advantages and disadvantages of the two blood vessels to a certain extent.

In fact, it is a thankless task to compare a newly developed blood vessel with a mature product that has been polished in clinical practice and on the market for several years.

The risk is extremely high, and it can easily lead to the small blood vessels in Linhai being pushed to the forefront.

However... once McCovey is suppressed, this new blood vessel will ascend to the altar.

This contrast surgery will also be the road to success for Linhai’s small blood vessels.

"Overall, this operation was done well. After studying your surgical tutorial book, many details have been perfected, and the prognosis should be better than expected!" Yang Chenxi looked happy after the operation.

Xu Qiu nodded.

Next, it’s up to Director Zheng.

In the corridor, everyone started discussing Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease again.

"It's right in front. The patient is the old man in the wheelchair. He is seventy-three years old." Xiao Liu pointed forward.

A group of people stood at the door of the conference room.

Five or six middle-aged people were arguing endlessly, and two or three children were staring with big eyes, looking at their parents who were arguing, and then at their grandfather, with doubts written on their faces.

The patient is exactly the same as Professor Yan.

He was left aside, sitting alone in his wheelchair, staring ahead blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

As they got closer, Xu Qiu and others finally heard what the family members were discussing, and their expressions changed slightly.

The old man's eldest son said: "Mom, let's just go to Jiudingshan Cemetery. It's also cheap. The total cost of funeral, cremation and burial is only more than 90,000 yuan. If we share it among you, it will be more than 20,000 yuan per family." "

Another fat middle-aged woman shook her head: "It's still a bit too expensive. Why go to Jiuding Mountain? There is a Longsheng Cemetery nearby. It only costs 40,000 yuan."

Another person glanced at his watch and urged: "We've been arguing about nothing for so long. If you decide, tell me and I'll pay..."

The youngest daughter wiped her tears: "Dad, he worked so hard when he was young. He can't hear when he is old. He also has Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. Big brothers and sisters, please buy a bigger cemetery so that dad can live in a big house!" "

Xu Qiu and others felt trembling and looked at the old man.

At this time, the old man, whose funeral arrangements had been arranged, his mouth was trembling slightly and his eyes were constantly dodging. He had no idea what was happening. He only felt the pain of being tortured by the disease.

No wonder the family dared to discuss the cemetery in person...it turned out that the patient couldn't hear.

Yang Yu'en was outspoken and felt like his heart was being hammered hard. He cursed: "How can this be done? It's too much. No matter whether the old man's ears are good or not, can we go to another place to discuss it?"

Xiao Liu and several other junior residents also looked angry.

"Although I can't hear it, I can always feel it... I'm still sick, but my family has already started discussing buying a cemetery. It's unreasonable!"

"The most frightening thing is not getting sick, but turning around and finding that everyone has abandoned me."

"It's so sad, Dr. Xu, can you save me from Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease?"

When the family members heard these words, they were not ashamed, but a little angry.

The man who frequently looked at his watch scolded: "Do we need you to say a few words about our family affairs? Take care of your illness and don't meddle in other things!"

Joseph held Yang Yuen.

The older he gets, the smarter he is. Having lived to such an old age, he knows the difference between the medical environment in Daxia and Meiguo.

Yang Yuen has studied in Meiguo for many years, and many of his habits tend to be Westernized, so he dares to challenge the family members directly.

However, in Daxia, the medical care industry is sometimes really a service industry. Doctors have to do more than just see patients, but also serve with a smile.

Arguing with patients and their families in person will lose your job.

The longer you stay in the medical system, the deeper the imprint.

That is why the young people present, such as Yang Yuen, Xiao Liu, and the resident doctors, are all fighting for justice.

And the experienced Joseph, the famous foreign doctor, Yang Chenxi, Director Huo and Xu Qiu...

Hmm? !

Xu Qiu!

This guy actually had an expression that he was used to it!

Joseph was shocked and felt that Xu Qiu was even more unfathomable.

Just when everyone thought that this little episode was over, the child who had been observing the expressions of his parents and grandfather suddenly spoke in a baby voice.

Xu Qiu's pupils, which had not changed before, also shrank slightly.