A doctor who travels through two eras

Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Director’s Office.

Dean Tu and Vice Dean Ye were both studying Mrs. Nanxiang's case carefully. Both of them were surgeons and experts.

Dean Tu put down the X-ray film and shook his head:

"Xiao Lin, I think your surgery is too risky. First of all, I think this case is more like a malignant tumor. You can see there is obvious adhesion at this location. Have you ever thought that surgery for advanced lung cancer is almost impossible to succeed?

Secondly, Lao Ye and I just went to the ward for rounds. Let’s not talk about other indicators. Just look at this Japanese guest. He weighs only 70 pounds now. He is so weak that he can hardly walk. How can he withstand open-chest surgery in this condition? "

Vice President Ye also advised earnestly:

"Yes, Xiaolin, we doctors still require stability. If this operation can be easily performed, do you think these Japanese will come to our China for help? The medical technology and equipment in Japan are more advanced than ours, right?
And I also heard that you made a bet of 500 million US dollars with an American doctor. You, you are still so unstable even though you have become the dean. Fortunately, Nanxiang Saburo stood by you this time, otherwise the superiors would definitely stop your nonsense. "

Although Dean Tu and Vice Dean Ye were at the same level in terms of rank, they were both in their 50s and regarded Lin Sanqi as their nephew, so they certainly would not be polite when speaking to him.

Lin Sanqi was not an ungrateful person, so he smiled bitterly and said:

"President Tu, President Ye, your assumption is based on lung cancer. Let me give you an example. What if this is not lung cancer, but tuberculosis?"

"what?"

The two old deans sat up straight again and carefully examined the chest X-ray again. Lin Sanqi was still explaining:
"Look at this chest X-ray. The malignant tumor you mentioned is this one, but look at the side. Is there a faint lesion here? In fact, this is a satellite lesion.

Generally speaking, satellite lesions are mostly manifestations of tuberculosis. Of course, lung cancer is also possible. But if you look at the film again, think about it. The Snow Country ambassador was also diagnosed with lung cancer at the beginning. Compare it with what you found?"

Dean Tu squinted his eyes and looked for a long time, then suddenly slapped his thigh:
"Yes, this irregular shadow does look similar to the one of the Snow Country Ambassador. Is it because the bronchial dilatation and bleeding blocked the bronchus, and the bleeding flowed back into the lungs, forming a bulging blood bag?"

Lin Sanqi praised: "Yes, the patient also has bronchiectasis!"

Vice President Ye has another concern:
"Xiao Lin, even if it's not lung cancer, your treatment plan should still be anti-tuberculosis treatment first, and then consider surgery after the tuberculosis is under control. If you want to remove the lung lobe directly now, if the patient dies on the operating table, do you know how serious the consequences will be?"

The consequence is that the Japanese chaebol thought that it was the Chinese doctor who killed his wife, and then he turned from a pro-China faction to an anti-China faction?
Lin Sanqi smiled slightly and said pretentiously:
"Have you ever thought that if the operation is successful, this Japanese man will be more grateful to our country and more willing to contribute to our country?"

Vice President Ye wanted to persuade him, but President Tu raised his hand to stop him.

"Boy, I can see that you must be very sure to do this operation, right? Since you came to our Union Hospital, you must have your purpose. Tell me, how do you want us to cooperate?"

Lin Sanqi gave a thumbs up:

"Old but experienced, you really can see through people's hearts. I want to borrow an operating room from you, since our infectious disease hospital doesn't have one."

Dean Tu was surprised and asked, "Just this little thing?"

"In addition, I'm going to use a completely new surgical procedure. I've performed this operation many times and have some experience. But this operation requires the cooperation of a team, so I want to practice it."

"How to practice?"

"Just find some patients to practice on. For example, which patients need lung lobectomy? Give them to me and let me train the entire surgical team. It doesn't need to be too many. Generally, we only need to practice 10 surgeries together."

Dean Tu was unhappy when he heard this and said with a stern face:

"Xiao Lin, the lives of the Japanese are lives, but the lives of the Chinese are not lives? You want to practice on our people and then perform surgery on the Japanese. I won't agree. You are worshipping foreigners!"

Vice President Ye also nodded in agreement.

Well, it has only been more than ten years since the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, and many old comrades have not forgotten the love and hatred for their country.

Lin Sanqi scratched his head and could only continue to explain:

"Old Butcher, Old Ye, think about it. Our country is facing a food shortage and a backward economy. What do we need most now? Besides food, it is foreign exchange. Only with foreign exchange can we buy food from foreign countries, right?
How much foreign exchange does our country have now? Last time, Leader Jing said it was about 40 million US dollars. A country only has this much foreign exchange. Do you think it is a lot or a little?"

"Uh, too little?"

"Yes, if you give this money to an individual, it's enough for him to marry a beautiful, rich woman and reach the pinnacle of life. But for a country, there are so many things to deal with. Even a bottle of penicillin has to be imported. What can 40 million do?
Just now you said that I made a bet with an American doctor. Do you know how much the bet was? 500 million US dollars. And do you know how much money this lady from Nanxiang gave me in red envelope when I performed surgery on her? I'll scare you to death if I tell you!"

Dean Tu and Vice Dean Ye were both absorbed in the conversation as if they were listening to a crosstalk: "How much?" Lin Sanqi stretched out a hand and shook it.

"500 yuan?"

500 yuan is equivalent to one or two years' salary of an ordinary worker, which would definitely be a huge sum of money if converted into a red envelope.

Lin Sanqi sighed: "Do you have any ambition? Do you look down on me or my Japanese friends?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Xiao Ri is doing it, and he is said to be a big boss, so he must be worth at least 5,000!"

Dean Tu said this in a decisive tone, and in his heart he was already despising Lin Sanqi for being so evil. For an operation, the surgery fee, hospitalization fee and medicine fee added up to only a few dozen yuan, but he actually accepted a red envelope of 5,000 yuan?

Lin Sanqi also despised these two deans. They were like scholars rebelling against each other. They had failed in three years and couldn't even brag.

"What do you mean five thousand? It's five million... ten thousand... US dollars..."

"Shit!!!"

"Are you bragging, kid???"

The two old men's eyes almost popped out. Lin Sanqi waved his hand and took out a check from his big backpack that he always carried with him.

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"Look, you two studied abroad, too. Check this check to see if it's real or fake. What's the amount on it?"

Dean Tu and Vice Dean Ye took a closer look and were both shocked again:

"Oh my god, it's really 500 million US dollars, how come? Does foreign money come from the wind? Millions of dollars are given away at any time. With this amount of money, Xiaolin, you can go to the United States and live a middle-class life."

In the United States, a Ford car costs about 10,000 to 20,000 U.S. dollars, and a villa with front and back gardens and garages costs about 100,000 to 200,000 U.S. dollars.

Even if several million dollars are kept in the United States, you will never have to worry about food and drink and can live a carefree life.

Not to mention in China, no one in the whole country dares to say it, after all, Mr. Rong Yiren is still alive, but there is absolutely no objection to saying that he is the richest man in the health system.

"So, Lao Tu, Lao Ye, think about it, I can earn 1000 million US dollars from an operation, which is equivalent to a quarter of the national treasury. When I give this money to the country, won't the country have more valuable foreign exchange?"

The two old men nodded repeatedly, and then looked at Lin Sanqi with different eyes:

"Xiao Lin, we are too narrow-minded. You are right. As long as we give them foreign exchange, we will treat them even if they are Japanese, not to mention Indians."

Lin Sanqi thought that if it was the Indian people, he would definitely not treat them. That group of monkeys later massacred the Chinese so badly that if it were him, he would have wanted to give them seventeen or eighteen atomic bombs.

"Ahem, two deans, let's make it clear first, this 10 million US dollars is not donated to the country in vain. After all, you know that our infectious disease hospital is self-financing. They need to exchange it for medicinal materials, jade and tea."

Lin Sanqi decided to make it clear in advance. He didn't want to get a "good guy card" and then have all his money taken away for nothing.

He doesn't lack these US dollars, money is of no use to him.

But the country also has no shortage of wild medicinal herbs and worthless jade.

Dean Tu was already in awe of Lin Sanqi at this time, so he asked sincerely:
"Xiao Lin, how do you want our Union Hospital to cooperate? Just tell us, and we will do our best."

"Well, you can help me collect some patients with lung cancer or lung necrosis who need lobectomy, and leave the surgery for these patients to me. But we will not deceive the patients and explain the situation to them.

Let’s say the surgeon in charge is Lin Sanqi from the Infectious Disease Hospital. All the surgery and hospitalization fees, including the anti-infection penicillin after surgery, are all paid for by me, Lin Sanqi, personally. The patient doesn’t have to pay a penny.”

He paid for the patient's surgery out of his own pocket. Even Vice President Ye was amazed. This is really a big deal!
Lin Sanqi continued:
"Also, my surgery needs to be kept strictly confidential. I will prepare all the surgical equipment myself. Please help me prepare an anesthesiologist with the best skills, two nurses, and an operating room."

Dean Tu nodded heavily: "Don't worry, Xiaolin, these are just a piece of cake. By the way, when are you going to start the operation?"

"The sooner the better. After all, Japanese patients can't wait too long. I plan to complete 10 surgeries in two days. I will operate on Mrs. Nanxiang the day after tomorrow. The next two days will be used as preoperative preparations."

"Okay, it's a deal then." (End of this chapter)