This kind of thing has nothing to do with identity and status. If the media knows about it, it will not shock the whole country. In the end, not only Xue Chunhe, but also the head of hospital Shen, who is going to retire as a sophomore in medical college, will have to eat.

    Even for the good of patients, many people have done bad things in my name of being good for you.

    Anyway, no matter what their families and backgrounds are, sophomores in Medical College absolutely dare not do so. Just a joke, an idea. When there was no anesthesia in surgery, it was basically the anesthesia method of adults with stick anesthesia.

    Therefore, the first year of Medical University organized the whole hospital consultation, felt that there was no way to operate, and suggested that the patients go to the superior hospital for treatment. The meaning is very clear. Go to DIDU and go to Concorde, the last stop of domestic medical treatment. We didn''t recruit.

    The family also prepared to go to DIDU Xiehe to have a look, but the patient''s condition progressed very quickly, and the symptoms of dyspnea appeared in only a few days.

    Five hours ago, the patient was unconscious due to hypoxemia and sent to the first hospital of Medical University. Therefore, Xue Chunhe called many directors from home and consulted the whole hospital again.

    Everyone present knows that the purpose of this consultation is not to treat the disease, but to tell the patient''s family that we have done our best.

    Modern medicine has its limitations. It''s like looking at the stick anesthesia and fast knife surgery without anesthesia many years ago from a modern perspective. I think it''s ridiculous. But in that historical period, there is no other way.

    The same is true at present. The limitations of science and the limitations of the times restrict the treatment of many diseases. There is always a time when there is nothing human can do. Just try your best.

    Xue Chunhe sighed and said, "that''s it. There''s no other good way."

    "Dean, I''ll tell my family?" asked Li Zhong, director of thoracic surgery.

    "I''ll go." Xue Chunhe sighed again.

    The expectation at home is still very high. It is difficult to accept that patients have no good way but to wait to die. Moreover, it is not the death of evil liquid state, but the suffocation of life.

    It''s a headache. It really hurts.

    When everyone was at a loss, Ren Haitao''s mobile phone rang.

    As soon as his face tightened, he quickly pressed his hand on the horn. The Dean frowned. His cell phone rang at this time. Didn''t he send himself to the muzzle of the gun.

    Sure enough, President Xue glanced at him with his eyebrows.

    Ren Haitao scolds secretly in his heart. Who is this? He doesn''t choose a time to call.

    He took out his cell phone and glanced at it. He immediately whispered, "Miss Wu."

    "Hmm? Miss Wu called you?" Xue Chunhe asked in surprise.

    “……”

    Ren Haitao felt that everyone in the whole room was staring at himself. He didn''t feel superior, but felt that countless hidden arrows were shooting from everywhere. In a moment, he was shot into a sieve.

    "Ask Mr. Wu what''s up," said Xue in a deep voice.

    "Ah." Ren Haitao smiled and answered the phone immediately, "Hello, teacher Wu."

    "Well, I''m on duty. I''m consulting the whole hospital."

    "OK, OK, don''t worry. I''m sure it won''t delay. President Xue is also there."

    "Know, know, you can rest assured."

    Repeatedly said don''t worry, then Ren Haitao hung up the phone.

    "What is Miss Wu looking for you?" Xue Chunhe asked.

    Ren Haitao felt that there was a faint hostility in this sentence. He smiled and said, "teacher Wu was on vacation in laogua mountain. He happened to meet a patient with anaphylactic shock caused by the use of anti mosquito water and sunscreen. Worried about something on the road, he followed the patient."

    "What''s wrong with using mosquito repellent water and sunscreen?" asked Xu, director of anesthesiology department.

    "Miss Wu has come to our hospital?" Xue Chunhe asked.

    They asked questions in unison. Ren Haitao looked at it and immediately replied, "well, Mr. Wu came with the 120 ambulance. He will arrive in half an hour."

    "Director Ma, arrange a bed in the general ward." President Xue said, "I''ll talk to the patient''s family."

    "Dean, why don''t you take a look at Mr. Wu?" Ren Haitao suggested.

    "It''s up to you!" Xue Chunhe said. "I''ll tell my family. If Mr. Wu can''t help it, the emperor doesn''t have to go either."

    Thinking of Mr. Wu and sitting in front of the burn ward as stable as Mount Tai, Xue Chunhe felt more at ease.

    It''s a good time for Miss Wu to come. Take a look at Miss Wu and explain to her family.

    If the patient dies, when talking about it in the future, I can pat my chest and say that Mr. Wu Mian, I''ll invite Mr. Wu to come for consultation. Mr. Wu can''t help it. Who dares to say it in China. Moreover, this is the best explanation for the elderly.

    If so, whether it is the patient''s family or themselves, they will feel better if they try their best.

    Xue Chunhe stood up and thought about how to explain it to the patient''s family. We must tell the truth. Mr. Wu, one of the highest surgical level in China, will come for consultation. If not, there is really no need to go to the imperial capital.

    Well, that''s it.

    As for the patients with anaphylactic shock sent by Mr. Wu... It''s just anaphylactic shock. Mr. Wu is still in the car. What can I do for you. Great on the ventilator, great on the ECMO, anyway, when he comes to medical freshman, even the dead can let him live a few more days.

    "You take someone to pick up Mr. Wu. Mr. Wu''s patients must be handled properly and let him rest assured." director Xue arranged.

    After that, there was silence around.

    Everyone looked at each other and finally no one spoke. Ren Haitao''s face flushed. He knew that because Wu Mian called himself, it was hard for others to say anything.

    "OK, don''t worry, Dean." Ren Haitao whispered.

    "Go," said President Xue, taking director Ma of the medical department to find the patient''s family.

    "Director Ma, do you think Mr. Wu can do something?" President Xue asked as if he were talking to himself.

    "There should be no good way." director Ma said seriously.

    This is the most basic medical advice. They are all their own people. There is no patient''s family around. It makes no sense to say good. To tell the truth, it is the original duty of a medical director to make the most indifferent and rational judgment.

    "Alas." director Xue sighed, "I''m used to accompanying Mr. Zhou for examination every year. Once I know that I won''t have a chance next year, I''m really uncomfortable."

    "There''s no way. After all, they''re almost eighty." director Liao advised.

    Zhou Ruzhou is always an academician of the Academy of Sciences. His hometown is in the provincial capital. At the age of 72, he returned to his hometown to enjoy his life. This kind of national treasure figures are valued by both the province and the hospital. The second hospital of Medical University is responsible for the physical examination of Mr. Zhou every year.

    Who would have thought that Mr. Zhou suddenly got such a disease that he couldn''t help it.

    "I know, but I''m not willing. Has Xiao Jin calmed down?" President Xue asked.