novelslam Chapter 3 This Man!
Chapter 3 This Man!
At a hot pot restaurant!
All the ingredients were put into the pot, turning a vibrant red and bubbling.
As we all know, when eating hot pot, once the ingredients are in the pot, it's considered finished.
Chen Zhuoan answered the phone calmly: "Teacher Qin, I did not make any mistakes in the puncture of this patient in bed 19."
"I also took photos of the puncture marks on her knee."
"An MRI can determine if it's damage to the posterior horn of the medial meniscus!"
On the other end of the phone was Qin Huai, the chief resident of trauma orthopedics.
The general inpatient department is in charge of all affairs within the ward.
Qin Huai: "But the patient himself said he had no history of external injury. Now he insists it was your fault for the procedure."
The patient in bed 19 was admitted with osteomyelitis infection.
Chen Zhuoan clearly remembers everything about bed 19. Just because a patient can make a definitive statement doesn't mean that objective signs can also make a definitive statement.
"Teacher Qin, the fact that you have no recent history of external injuries does not mean that you have no history of them in the past."
"An old tear in the meniscus could never have been caused by a knee aspiration!"
Qin Huai: "How can you be sure it's an old, chronic fracture?"
Chen Zhuoan quickly tried to explain his reasoning: "What I mean is, if the patient says she hasn't had any recent injuries, then the meniscus tear might be old!"
"If it's old, then I'm innocent."
"If it's fresh, we can also use arthroscopy to see local signs."
"If the puncture needle cuts through the meniscus, there must be a needle mark, right?"
In his previous life, after this patient transferred to the sports medicine department, the associate professor of sports medicine "rehabilitated" Chen Zhuoan's reputation.
Now, Chen Zhuoan has many ways to prove his innocence.
He even knew what the woman's purpose was.
But the matter was too trivial for him to care about.
Compared to arguing about whether she should pay compensation herself, the teacher's medical dispute and Su Xiheng's early doctoral studies are more important.
Admittedly, the patient in bed 19 is in real pain and deserves pity.
But now she's also trying to pin her finger on Chen Zhuoan!
"Alright! Since you're so sure, let's wait for the MRI results."
Qin Huai continued, "Chen Zhuoan, what I mean is, why don't you have a proper talk with the patient? Just in case?"
"We also have a way out!"
"Professor Dong has been very busy lately, so if you... really..."
"Professor Dong might not be able to spare the time to help you!"
Chen Zhuoan said, "Teacher Qin, the average total width of the tibial plateau in adult women is 6.0-7.0 centimeters."
"The knee puncture needle we're using is a syringe. Which syringe manufacturer has a needle this long?"
"Do we even have needles that long in our department? 5cm is the most we can manage."
Qin Huai was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "Okay, I understand."
"I'll handle this."
In clinical practice, the needle used for knee joint puncture is not the standard needle used for thoracentesis and paracentesis; it is just a syringe commonly used in the department!
The needle wasn't long enough; how could it possibly pierce the posterior horn of the medial meniscus from the outer knee eye?
Chen Zhuoan's sudden explanation from this angle is both outrageous and quite ingenious!
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"You talk to your superiors like that?" Su Xiheng's eyes flickered after Chen Zhuoan hung up the phone.
Chen Zhuoan put down his phone, checked the menu, and prepared to pay: "You don't usually say that, but today I just want to see you."
Su Xiheng: "Why are you suddenly being so glib today?"
Su Xiheng asked very cryptically, "Are the patients in your department giving you trouble?"
Chen Zhuoan: "Yeah, it's a little troublesome."
"But it's okay."
"Let's go... go pay the bill, then I'll take you to the lab."
Su Xiheng said, "I've already agreed with my senior to postpone the experiment."
"I can walk with you a little longer."
"Are you alright, An'an?"
She even reached out and touched Chen Zhuoan's forehead.
Chen Zhuoan was certainly not sick, much less likely to have his brain damaged: "Okay, let's go to the library of Xiangya Medical College. I might need to look up some information."
He remembered all the papers that Chen Zhuoan had read in his previous life.
He needed to verify whether his current memory was truly beyond his capabilities.
If so, this would be an absolute benefit.
The papers Chen Zhuoan had read in his previous life mostly focused on surgical diseases, which had little overlap with the gastroenterology department where Su Xiheng worked.
"Okay!" Su Xiheng nodded in agreement.
Back when they were both at Xiangya Medical College, the two of them frequently visited the library.
Whoever gets up early gets to reserve a seat.
Medical students have to read a lot of books, and the amount of literature they need to read after graduation is a lifetime's worth of work...
Library, electronic reading room.
Seeing Chen Zhuoan quickly browsing the documents, Su Xiheng couldn't help but put down the mouse in her hand.
"You're watching so fast, do you even understand it?"
Su Xiheng knew that Chen Zhuoan was looking at papers in the gastroenterology section.
Su Xiheng herself is a gastroenterologist, and she also reads literature.
But the English terminology in medical fields... it's confusing for anyone...
Su Xiheng herself sometimes needs to use a translator, but Chen Zhuoan?
In his previous life, Chen Zhuoan had read more documents than monographs.
The literature reviewed can be as thick as a textbook, making reading it a breeze.
"Pretty much, the experiments are all quite simple, just the same procedures."
Chen Zhuoan knew the procedures and details of basic experiments and clinical trials by heart. He could tell what tricks the author was up to just by glancing at the introduction.
Moreover, how many new tricks can the medical field come up with in 10 years?
Several hours later, after Chen Zhuoan had read about a hundred papers, Su Xiheng next door had barely finished reading two papers.
It was already 7 p.m.
This time, Chen Zhuoan took Su Xiheng's hand and said, "That's enough, let's go... let's go eat."
Su Xiheng stopped, not being pulled by Chen Zhuoan: "You?"
"You really watched it all?"
Chen Zhuoan was certain of one thing: his memory was also somewhat outrageous.
Your own eyes are like a scanner, accurately memorizing and storing the details you see in your brain!
"Let's eat first and then talk about it."
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Chen Zhuoan's voice finally returned to normal as he looked at Su Xiheng with an exceptionally doting tone.
Su Xiheng pursed her lips: "Steamed dishes? Or, are we going for another fancy meal?"
"Spicy stir-fry?"
Chen Zhuoan: "Let's have hot pot then... let's eat something good today..."
Ten years ago, Chen Zhuoan and Su Xiheng were still very poor. When they ate fancy meals, they would only have things like spicy hot pot, chicken stew, or cheap hot pot.
Unlike a few years later, when both of them had graduated, going to Haidilao was just a regular meal.
"It's on me!" Chen Zhuoan emphasized.
Su Xiheng chuckled and licked her lips with her tongue: "Then I won't be polite."
"If you don't have enough living expenses, I can buy you meals and give you free pickled green beans."
Chen Zhuoan stiffly reached out and pinched Su Xiheng's ear: "I'm in surgery."
"No matter how hungry I am, I can always sign for a meal in the operating room."
"Don't worry, your husband won't go hungry."
This is the truth.
Operating rooms have designated meal rooms, so Chen Zhuoan could simply sign his teacher's name and eat there every day!
Professor Dong, as a professor, would not concern himself with such trivial matters.
Su Xiheng nodded: "Okay, okay..."
"You're a top surgeon; you're sure to become a millionaire someday!"
"Then you'll take care of me."
At 10 years old, Su Xiheng is really young; she even defines a millionaire as someone who is only a millionaire.
Chen Zhuoan: "Definitely. And...it's not just about eating."
Su Xiheng in her previous life had three last wishes.
She hoped that Chen Zhuoan could live a good life, so she made three last wishes.
First, Chen Zhuoan should take good care of their baby.
Secondly, she asked Chen Zhuoan to save more babies with osteosarcoma.
Third, she hoped that Chen Zhuoan could complete her unfinished project.
Chen Zhuoan knew that she genuinely wanted him to live a good life.
Chen Zhuoan survived...and he survived for decades...
But Chen Zhuoan really felt that those days were missing something.
It was a taste that Chen Zhuoan's soul had long been accustomed to.
That was Su Xiheng's companionship.
Their innocent companionship began when they were twelve years old!
After many years of stumbling and struggling, it finally took root and sprouted during my university years.
Unfortunately, this period of peace and tranquility did not last long.
Su Xiheng looked at the familiar Chen Zhuoan, looked at the familiar Xiangya Medical College, and listened to the familiar sound of basketballs in the sports field.
He felt that Chen Zhuoan's demeanor was somewhat unfamiliar.
This man has changed a bit?
overbearing!
But Su Xiheng doesn't seem to dislike this kind of "domineering" behavior!
After dinner, Su Xiheng stammered, drawing circles in Chen Zhuoan's palm with her hand: "How about we don't go back to the dorm tonight?"
Chen Zhuoan shook his head and rejected the suggestion: "Go back to the dormitory, I have some other things to do."
"Send me your project progress first."
In his previous life, Chen Zhuoan was powerless to stop his teacher's early retirement, but in this life, Chen Zhuoan will not let the old path repeat itself!
If it weren't for the teacher's early retirement, Chen Zhuoan would have had a smooth and successful life!
Maybe... he could have started doing many things much earlier.
No matter what, that's from a past life.
Chen Zhuoan has fully digested everything, and now he is the same Chen Zhuoan from 10 years ago.
But it's not the Chen Zhuoan of 10 years ago.