Chapter 215 Every other line is like a mountain, or a mountain of shit
Luo Hao’s English...
Feng Zixuan doesn’t think it is very good, although his tone and intonation are like a typical foreigner, even closed Close your eyes and listen to what an Englishman is talking.
But Luo Hao often stutters.
Stuttering makes smooth language laggy.
Feng Zixuan felt that this was because Luo Hao's spoken English was not at its peak. Especially in the end, Luo Hao emphasized that if something similar happened next time, he would communicate in Chinese, which further supported this guess.
The provocative words that Feng Zixuan heard did not arouse Dr. Smith's resentment. He looked a little confused and kept asking questions. Luo Hao answered patiently and wrote a series of words on the blackboard that Feng Zixuan had no idea about. Can't understand English.
"Chen Yong." Feng Zixuan came to Chen Yong's side, "What is Luo Hao writing about?"
"I don't know." Chen Yong answered straightforwardly.
“You...didn’t you study in the UK?” Feng Zixuan was surprised.
"Damn it, English is just a mountain of shit. The medical profession has reached a certain level. For example, this rare disease, damn rare disease, uses all professional terms." Chen Yong said angrily, "Except Those who have done special research will not be involved at all."
"..." Feng Zixuan was speechless.
"Even doctors can't understand it at all! Every other line is like a mountain of shit!" Chen Yong added.
It’s really... a mountain of shit.
“Indolentsystemicmastocytosis, the first word is lazy, the second word is systemic, and the third word is mast cell syndrome.” Chen Yong gave an example, “This is the best, don’t look at it The first two words are all modifications, and the latter word, mastocytosis, I had never heard of before today.”
Feng Zixuan spread his hands. He had never heard of mastocytosis.
But whether it is hypertrophy, cells, or hyperplasia, they all have their own meanings in Chinese, and the combination does not seem so difficult to understand.
But if you take mastocytosis alone, it is estimated that nine and a half out of ten British people will not know what it means.
No, what are you thinking about?
Feng Zixuan was startled for a moment. He vaguely knew that Chen Yong didn't like the UK. He probably felt sick from eating dry bread in the UK, and he had extremely deep malice towards that country.
Or there might be something more bizarre happening in the UK.
"Luo Hao's English is not bad, but his speaking is a bit poor. I didn't expect Ronaldinho to be deficient as well." Feng Zixuan said with a smile.
However.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted by Chen Yong’s look like he was looking at an idiot.
Huh? Something is wrong?
Feng Zixuan didn't care about Chen Yong's gaze. He calmed down and listened to what Luo Hao said.
In these two sentences, Luo Hao stuttered three times.
It’s not like when you’re speaking in a meeting, you’re talking about um, um, ah, ah, ah, this, that and other meaningless words. It’s just stumbling.
"Director Feng, is your English proficiency a bit lacking?" Chen Yong spoke very directly.
"I... indeed, I can only read, not speak. My hearing is okay." Feng Zixuan did not get angry, but answered straightforwardly.
"Luo Hao's English is very strong, but he doesn't want to speak it. In India, I am the one who communicates with Indians. I thought he was also mute in English."
"What's the result?" Feng Zixuan knew that there was Turning around, he asked.
“Luo Hao’s English is very good! He speaks an authentic London accent and his slang is very authentic.”
“Then why is he stuttering?”
“ I feel it." Chen Yong paused, "I'll have to ask Luo Hao later."
Gan!
Feng Zixuan felt that he was molested by Chen Yong.
I talked for a long time, but I didn’t even make it clear.
But by this time Luo Hao had finished speaking and strode over.
"Director Feng, come and see the patient."
"Ronald, do you have good English skills?" Feng Zixuan said with "praise".
"No way." Luo Hao sighed, "Here I am..."
As he said that, Luo Hao pointed.
“My mouth can’t keep up with my brain. I stuttered when I was a child because my brain always thinks faster.” (Note)
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"..."
Neither Feng Zixuan nor Chen Yong expected that Luo Hao, who was so humble, didn't even need to show off in spoken English, but instead pretended to be a big one!
“Later, I gradually got used to it and adapted, allowing my mouth and brain to coordinate. But I had this problem again when speaking English, and because of the lousy English language, I had already thought of treatment. The results are explained I just talked about differential diagnosis.”
“My speaking skills are a bit poor, which made Director Feng laugh.”
Gan!
Feng Zixuan's face was expressionless, and he paused for 3 seconds before saying, "Ronald, is the patient's diagnosis accurate?"
"Accurate, we have reached a consensus with Dr. Smith, and he is responsible for the next treatment."
Feng Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Hao did not try to be brave and did everything from diagnosis to treatment, but instead passed the blame to Dr. Smith.
This was done very smoothly and very well.
"Okay, if nothing happens, let's go first." Luo Hao greeted.
Feng Zixuan glanced at Dr. Smith's bald head. There was a strand of transplanted hair on his forehead, which looked particularly dazzling on the bald head.
It's like a little oasis growing out of the desert, full of life, but extremely abrupt.
It is also like a small technology Fukada, giving people a stiff feeling.
Dr. Smith has long lost his previous arrogance and domineering attitude. His eyes are a little hollow and he is mumbling as if his computer has been shut down by Shitshan Code.
"Actually, English is good." Luo Hao said with a smile, "If you have studied it, you have studied it, and if you understand it, you understand it. You can't guess what those rare words mean."
"Luo Hao, have you studied it? What? "What happened at that time?" Chen Yong asked doubtfully, "You should have never encountered a rare disease like silent systemic mastocytosis."
Luo Hao glanced at Chen Yong. , Chen Yong had a bad feeling in his heart.
“There are 276 relevant medical records in the Xiehe Medical Record Database. Over the past century, my senior doctors from Xiehe have treated patients and left medical records for future generations to learn from.”
Five of my seniors from Xiehe When the words were spoken, Luo Hao's whole body was glowing, and one could see Luo Hao's pride from the bottom of his heart.
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Chen Yong really wants to slap himself.
"I told you that my family, Xiehe, is unique, but you have never understood it. Well, you will understand when you encounter rare diseases."
Chen Yong was speechless, even standing still Systemic mastocytosis is a rare disease, and Luo Hao didn't even raise the question of how he could "memorize" all the medical records in the Union Medical College's century-old medical record bank.
Because Chen Yong is familiar with Luo Hao, he must not give this guy a chance to show off.
Feng Zixuan sighed.
"Xiao Luo, are these really... 276 patients? Are all the medical records well preserved?"
"Yes." Luo Hao glanced at the system panel and smiled, "The first patient He was a patient who came to our Union Medical College in 1923. He was treated by a senior named Ou at that time. At that time, there was no diagnosis of quiescent systemic mastocytosis. Teacher Ou only left a piece of medical records and gave him symptomatic treatment. "
" In the margin of the medical records, Teacher Ou wrote down his guess. The patient should be related to urticaria”
"Urticaria?"
"Silent systemic mastocytosis is also called urticaria pigmentosa." Luo Hao smiled slightly, "Teacher Ou is very good. He followed the clues and guessed it more than a hundred years ago. Here comes the real situation. "
"The second patient was treated in 1924, and he was Wu Peifu's guard at that time..."
Luo Hao talked freely as he walked.
A hundred years of history are accumulated, and countless timelines are gathered in front of him. Luo Hao only talked about three relevant medical records, and Feng Zixuan was already kneeling on the ground, bowing to the ground.
Even Chen Yong said nothing.
A cow is a cow.
After hundreds of years of accumulation, Luo Hao can still talk about it.
No matter which one is awesome, whether it is Xie He or Luo Hao.
"Ronaldo, how did you memorize it?"
"Emmm, my memory is a little better. When I was in the first year of Union Medical College, I just caught up with the end of the electronicization of medical records. I assisted my senior brothers and sisters in electronicizing medical records, and I took a look at it by the way."
By the way? !
“Then I remembered it.”
“In more than 270 medical records of silent systemic mastocytosis, beef-red ears are a typical feature that often appears, and it is nothing. Difficulty. "
"Silent systemic mastocytosis may seem to outsiders to be a rare disease, but in my Xiehe family, the aunties who clean the house are not joking. "
Chen Yong listened to Luo Hao's "bragging" expressionlessly, while Feng Zixuan kept sighing.
Things were a bit tricky before Luo Hao came back, but only three hours after he came back, the matter was resolved neatly.
Although the patient still needs treatment and has not seen any improvement yet, Feng Zixuan has no doubt that Luo Hao's diagnosis is correct.
"Director Feng, then I will go back to see the patient." Luo Haoke politely said to Feng Zixuan, "Chen Jiao is already in the hospital. I will go and watch the movie. It is better to watch the movie on the mobile gimbal. Watch on the computer."
"Okay." Feng Zixuan nodded, "By the way, there are two places for treating poor people in the hospital."
Feng Zixuan said it casually, but Chen Yong didn't understand. "Director Feng, what do you mean?"
"We are a public hospital. We must provide free medical treatment to the poor every year, not all, and the quota is limited. Few, but there are some." Feng Zixuan said casually, "The requirements are very strict, but I took a look and saw that Chen Jiao is a college student, so I can take care of the rest."
" Thank you, Director Feng!" Luo Hao bowed and saluted respectfully.
To put it simply, Luo Hao worked in the medical office and knew that there were only about 10 places like this in Donglian Mine every year.
There are too many poor people, so we need to screen out some minor problems and try to reserve them for patients with serious illnesses.
Not to mention the first hospital of a medical university, the quotas at Donglian Mine General Hospital are not enough every year. Most of them are used for first-time treatment, but the patients cannot pay the medical expenses.
Although we have funding for scientific research, we can save what we can. Chen Jiao's disease is a bottomless pit, and Luo Hao doesn't know how much money he has to spend on it.
Feng Zixuan is helping him, and Luo Hao is very grateful.
"You're too polite, go and get busy." Feng Zixuan took out his cell phone and shook it at Luo Hao, "I'll contact Meng Liangren, and you can concentrate on treating the disease."
" OK.”
Feng Zixuan shook his phone again, signaled for contact, and turned to leave.
"Luo Hao, Director Feng treats you well."
"Haha, okay." Luo Hao chuckled.
"By the way, Ronaldinho, come here." Feng Zixuan suddenly remembered something and called Luo Hao.
“What’s wrong, Director Feng?”
"I heard from the people in the ICU that Chen Yong and Dr. Smith had a fight. How was it? I don't think it's okay."
"Noisy?" Luo Hao reacted and then said with a smile, " It's not a quarrel. To be more precise, it should be Chen Yong scolding Dr. Smith! "
It's one-sided. Is Chen Yong so awesome?
Feng Zixuan didn’t believe it.
But Luo Hao never exaggerates in his speech. Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, and they fit perfectly.
"What's going on?"
"Director Feng doesn't know much about Britain. Their side... Let's put it this way, it looks like a modern country, but in fact they just occupy it. In the light of the industrial revolution, things are still the same as they were thousands of years ago, very backward.”
Fuck!
Feng Zixuan said nothing and listened quietly to Luo Hao's pretense. He never expected that Ronaldinho was still a royal man at heart.
"Like letters of recommendation from Britain and the United States, aren't they the old way of promoting filial piety and integrity? 24 filial piety is what they do now."
"Haha, I said too much, Chen Yong is in the UK...cough cough ."
Luo Hao seemed to hesitate, he thought for a moment and sighed, "It's a long story."
"It's okay, please speak slowly." Shen Xinjing wanted to see what Luo Hao was going to say.
He has become a little curious.
"Britain has distinct classes, such as their House of Lords and House of Commons. This is the translation in Chinese. Director Feng, this House of Lords is called the House of Lords in English, which is the parliament of princes and ministers.
Everyone’s ancestors have fought with the king, so it’s very cool to say it, just like the old wives in the imperial capital say that poor people from other places come to the imperial capital to beg for food.”
“ Hahaha." Feng Zixuan laughed.
“Basically, people who graduated from Oxford and Cambridge universities enter the political arena and enter the upper class society, but they are both Oxford and Cambridge, but they are different schools.”
“?? ?" Feng Zixuan was puzzled.
"For example, Cambridge's Divinity School and Trinity College, then this one is the Master of Humanity. This is the person who will enter Downing Street in the future."
"Uh~~"
"These British people They can tell which high school you graduated from by your accent. It's all London accent, and we can't tell it differently in different communities and streets, but people from London, or people from Cambridge and Oxford, can tell. You can hear it.”
Feng Zixuan’s scalp was numb, he didn’t expect that there were so many explanations.
“Really?” Feng Zixuan was confused. "It's true. I went to high school in London, and the accent of those who graduated from Eton College is slightly different from Harold's accent, although the two schools are not far apart."
“Chen Yong’s accent sounds high-class at first glance. I don’t know where he learned it, and I can’t tell where it comes from, but Dr. Smith can tell it.”
"!!!"
"As soon as he opened his mouth, Dr. Smith didn't react. He said a few words, and soon he knelt down."
"In this way, they went up and down the barrier like this So strict.”
"I don't quite understand. Maybe Chen Yong's accent is particularly noble? Hahaha, the word noble is nonsense in our opinion. Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the right kind? Right, Director Feng. But the British people really believe it, Dr. Smith directly He just knelt down."
"If I hadn't stopped him, he would have knelt down and kissed Chen Yong's feet."
"..." Feng Zixuan suddenly thought of something, "Little Luo. , I heard Indians are very popular in the UK.”
“Indians are weird, like a nest of maggots. Forget it, my head hurts when I talk about India.” He reached out and rubbed his temples, "Director Feng, don't worry. The patient's diagnosis is clear, and Dr. Smith from the Mayo Clinic will definitely not have anything else going on."
"Yes." Feng Zixuan nodded. Head, so good.
"Then I'll get busy." Luo Hao said.
"Okay, let's have dinner together when we have time. Please explain it to me in detail." Feng Zixuan waved and left.
Luo Hao was not in a hurry to go to the ward to see Chen Jiao. Instead, he sat down calmly and turned on the computer.
Images can also be seen on the gimbal on the mobile phone, but Luo Hao always feels that there is a little sense of ceremony missing.
Sitting in the doctor's office and watching movies on the big screen makes you feel like a doctor.
Chen Jiao's situation is still not optimistic.
Although the liver tumor treated during the last surgery had lipiodol deposits, and the location of bone metastases also shrunk due to intra-particle radiotherapy, there were new lesions in other locations.
There are more treated lesions than new ones, and Luo Hao also knows that he is racing against the speed of cancer metastasis.
Can I outrun HeLa cells?
Luo Hao doesn’t know.
But the system's mission is there, which means the system determines that Chen Jiao has a chance of survival.
After reading the film and the report sheet, Luo Hao stood up.
Meng Liangren has been standing beside Luo Hao, like a door god.
Seeing that Luo Hao was going to the ward, he followed him.
"Lao Meng, go and do your work. Chen Jiao and I will chat for a while." Luo Hao smiled.
Leaving Meng Liangren behind, Luo Hao came to the ward alone.
Luo Hao's mood was a little heavy. He also knew that the most he could do now was do his best and obey fate, so Luo Hao persuaded himself in his heart and gave himself psychological counseling.
But as he got closer to the ward, Luo Hao heard laughter.
It’s Chen Jiao’s laughter.
Laughter was like boiling water poured on the snow, turning the heaviness in Luo Hao's heart into nothingness.
"No, no." Chen Jiao's laughter came out, "I walked over, twisted my hips, and my skirt flew up."
"Hahaha, you are so tough."
"Hum, stupid, Jio is not like that!"
Hearing Chen Jiao's laughter, Luo Hao felt a little relieved and appeared at the door with a smile.
Shen Zizai arranged a single room for Chen Jiao, which was a great deal of care.
"Teacher Luo!" Chen Jiao caught a glimpse of Luo Hao walking in and quickly asked her classmates to stop.
The girl was awkwardly learning to twist her hips sideways, and Luo Hao smiled slightly.
"Teacher Luo, when did you come back?" When Chen Jiao saw Luo Hao, she happily got off the bed and pulled on her slippers.
But she felt something was wrong and laughed.
“Just came back.” Luo Hao said, “How are you feeling recently?”
Chen Jiao didn't know how many times she had answered these words, but when Luo Hao asked, she still said them again.
Luo Hao was a little relieved.
Seed implantation is an internal radiotherapy with a very short range and almost negligible impact on the body. Judging from Chen Jiao's condition, this is indeed the case. Her quality of life has not declined due to radiotherapy, but has improved due to the pain relief caused by bone metastasis.
"Teacher Luo, I don't feel much pain anymore." Chen Jiao said happily.
“That’s good.”
After asking about the medical history, Chen Jiao sat on the bed obediently, "Do you want a physical examination?"
"No need for the time being." Luo Hao said, "How have you been studying recently?"
Luo Hao When asked about study, Chen Jiao did not dodge, but became more and more cheerful.
The simplest logic is - I am already a terminal cancer patient. In the simplest terms, I should eat whatever I should.
Professor Luo also asked himself whether studying means having a future!
Chen Jiao started to talk about her recent studies.
She has made up for all the courses she missed due to hospitalization, and she should not lose her scholarship this year.
"Teacher Luo, can I ask you a question?" Chen Jiao's classmate said impatiently while waiting for Chen Jiao to finish.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to do surgery in the future, do you have any suggestions?”
"Surgery." Luo Hao thought for a while.
"Teacher, I don't feel faint!" Chen Jiao's classmate raised his arm and showed off his biceps to Luo Hao.
Nezha beauty is popular recently, focusing on a sense of contrast.
Luo Hao smiled, "Have you thought about it? Do you really want to do surgery?"
"Uh..." Chen Jiao's classmates suddenly felt a little scared when they saw Luo Hao's serious face.
"First of all, you must have the talent to fall asleep, be able to wake up at any time, and be energetic without getting out of bed."
"???" Chen Jiao and her classmates were stunned.
It's not that what Luo Hao said is difficult to understand, but that Luo Hao didn't mention dexterity, but this entry-level talent.
"This is easy to understand. Just know it. In fact, internal medicine also requires it, but it is a little different from surgery."
"The second point is that it requires a very strong body. ”
"Body? Are you carrying your thighs?" Chen Jiao's classmate asked.
Luo Hao sighed.
Students who have rotated to orthopedics have unknowingly been assimilated into German orthopedics.
However, there is nothing wrong with the three words "carrying the thighs".
I guess this girl doesn’t know what it means to carry a thigh, just like Mr. Ma Liu Yiyi talks nonsense about being toothy or something like that.
"Let's give you an example." Luo Hao put aside the words "carrying the thigh" and began to explain seriously, "I have a junior sister named Dong Feifei. She used to be determined to do surgery."
"What happened later? , in order to shuttle between school laboratories, dormitories, and hospital operating rooms, she is always riding a scooter, starting in 20 minutes.
No matter it is day or night, whether it is winter rain or freezing snow, whether it is minus 20 degrees. It's still 40 degrees above zero, and he's always on call.
This perseverance and physical fitness are beyond the reach of ordinary people."
"Teacher Luo, Internal Medicine..."
"Internal medicine is still different. Teachers can do many tasks themselves. In the winter, Dong Feifei rides a battery car to the operating room for four or five hours."
"In short, there are difficulties. A lot, physical strength is also very important."
"Teacher Luo, what about you?"
"Me?" Luo Hao said with a smile. No matter who came in for surgery, I would get up and follow him. At first, the head nurse in the operating room kicked me out, but then she stopped."
"Why?" Chen Jiao's classmates asked in surprise.
The head nurse in the operating room is more terrifying than the circulating nurse, and in the hearts of the interns, he is already similar to a bull-headed and horse-faced existence.
"Harm, I can't compare to you."
"Teacher Luo, do you insist on being a soft-spoken person?"
"..." Luo Hao was directly criticized by the current students. Made speechless.
“Uh, did I say the wrong thing.”
"No." Luo Hao said seriously, "The internship period is very important. Emotional intelligence determines everything."
"Emotional intelligence? Shouldn't it be IQ?"
Luo Hao began to tell Chen Jiao and her The classmate briefly described how he flattered the head nurse in the operating room.
Although there were only two simple things, Chen Jiao and her classmates were dumbfounded.
"The third point is the most important point!" Luo Hao did not want to instill too much content about the gray areas of society into the children, so he talked about the third point.
"Life is tough."
"What?!" Chen Jiao's classmate made a strange sound in his throat.
"A tough life? Teacher Luo, are you kidding me?" Chen Jiao also didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Is Teacher Luo comforting himself?
“I am doing interventional surgery now, and many surgeries are also demanding, especially orthopedics, and there are more and more hybrid surgeries. How can I do surgery if I don’t have a hard life!”
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Chen Jiao and her classmates were speechless.
“It’s not a joke. Many interventional experts did not meet the standard of protection at the beginning, and they had to endure radiation physically.”
“Orthopedics is similar. In many cases, intraoperative radiographs are also taken physically. Radiation.”
"In the future, there will be more and more hybrid surgeries. How can we survive if we don't die?"
After Luo Hao finished speaking, he laughed.
"Teacher Luo, you are just joking with us." Chen Jiao's classmates heard that Luo Hao was joking half-heartedly.
"Wait a moment."
Luo Hao went to the treatment room and brought back a pack of sutures.
"Here, let me show you the basic skills."
After the [Fusion] skill is activated, Luo Hao was originally right-handed, but now the dexterity of his left hand is the same as that of his right hand, there is no difference.
A No. 1 wire was placed on the bedside. Luo Hao rubbed his left hand and tied a knot with one hand, which shocked the two students.
“Nowadays, most of them are laparoscopic surgeries, but the basic skills of knotting cannot be lost. Furthermore, there is local anatomy, which are all basic skills. Like neurosurgery, you need to use a drill to grind the egg and remove the shell. , the endometrium is not broken.”
Luo Hao was tying a knot with one hand as he spoke. His speed seemed slow, but he finished tying a No. 1 thread in a sentence or two.
"That's probably true. I'm actually right-handed." Luo Hao smiled, "The dexterity of my left hand is still a bit lacking, but I can barely use it."
"Is this barely possible?"
"Absolutely." Luo Hao said, "With dexterous hands, you can hold 4 instruments at the same time during the surgery. Of course, you can't understand the difference between 4 instruments and 2 instruments. In short, the more dexterous the hands, the better. "
"As for now..."
"Not only do you need to be dexterous, but you also need to be able to write papers, otherwise you won't even have the possibility of surgery. You have all the points, as I have done before. It’s about basic talent.”
Luo Hao told Chen Jiao and her classmates about the need for surgery, leaving the two students stunned.
"Okay, that's it." Luo Hao chatted for half an hour. Seeing that Chen Jiao was in a stable mood and had no pain, he knew better and ended the chat.
"Teacher Luo, when will I have the surgery?"
"I will tell you tomorrow. I will make a plan for the surgery first."
"Little Luo!"
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Shen Zizai's voice came from outside.
"Director Shen, what's wrong?"
"Emergency department emergency consultation, you come with me."
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Note: This is Teacher Pan’s label. I noticed this when I met Teacher Pan for the first time, and Teacher Pan said it himself after asking about it.
(End of this chapter)