Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s

Chapter 160: The nickname of the robot, where does it come from?
 

Frontline staff definitely need to be in the hospital, while second-tier can be either in the hospital or at home, and third-tier can completely stay at home. Normally, third-tier is consulted only when the second-tier can’t handle an issue, and the problem can be resolved with instructions over the phone.

Doctor Yang stood beside Doctor Lin and whispered, “I was about to leave when I saw him watching the news on TV in the department. The news was reporting a pile-up on the highway. He glanced at me, and I knew I’d probably have to stay. As for him, you know what he’s like.”

Robot is the nickname of Fu Xinheng. It’s said that he’s had this nickname since his days at medical college.

Fu Xinheng graduated from Beidu Medical College, another prestigious medical institution not inferior to Guoxie, both located in the Capital.

Initially, President Wu personally went to poach him straight after his graduation, causing several associated hospitals in Beidu to be beside themselves.

It can’t be helped; there is always a shortage of surgical talent, especially specialized surgeons, who require many years to train. For example, cardiac and neurosurgeons are in urgent demand all over the world.

The cardiac surgery department at Guoxie is on the eighth floor, and its precise name is cardiothoracic surgery, which includes both cardiac and thoracic surgeries.

Since breast surgery had been spun off early on, the thoracic surgery here mainly deals with the esophagus, lungs, and mediastinal diseases.

As implied by the name, cardiac surgery mainly treats heart diseases.

In recent years, a specialized area within cardiothoracic surgery was deliberately segregated to focus solely on cardiac surgery. This cardiac surgery area is not simple; it is internationally aligned, cooperating and exchanging with the top medical colleges and medical centers around the world, aiming to deliver the most advanced cardiac surgeries globally.

Within it, there are only about twenty regular beds, but there are as many as eight beds in the intensive care unit, a luxury no other department in the hospital has. It admits the most difficult cardiac patients from within the country and the world. At the same time, it serves as a training base for top-tier cardiac surgeons in the country.

For example, Father Liu’s case last night was not the most complex heart disease, and he didn’t end up in the specialized cardiac area for treatment but was put into the unified ICU on the second floor. After transferring out, he would be placed in a regular bed in cardiothoracic surgery.

Everyone in the hospital knows that Fu Xinheng is another figure like Cao Yong within the hospital, sent by the hospital to study abroad in America, Japan, and Canada. It’s imaginable that in the future, Fu Xinheng will take over the nation’s top cardiac surgery.

In recent years, interventional operations in cardiology have developed rapidly, but when it comes to the ultimate treatment for heart diseases, cardiac surgery is the only option; cardiology is incapable of dealing with them.

Doctor Lin occasionally thought, if only he had chosen surgery in the beginning, he wouldn’t have to stand by helplessly watching certain patients without a solution.

Today, Xin Heng remained in the emergency department, waiting for something?

Doctor Lin felt his eyelids twitch, wondering if Huang Zhilei would be hopping mad if he knew.

Glancing at the telephone, it seemed as if the receiver might spring to life at any moment.

*

On the highway, police cars with sirens blaring sped through the toll station.

No matter how fast they drove, the distance to the hospital remained the same—long.

After driving for about ten or twenty minutes, suddenly, one of the patient’s hands clutched at their chest.

“Is he having an attack?” Zhao Zhaowei was startled and asked.

“No!” Xie Wanying swiftly and decisively pulled open the patient’s clothes around the neck, revealing the front of the neck and chest.

Zhao Zhaowei felt his vision blur, unable to discern the situation, the only thing clear was the increasingly pallid complexion of Xie Wanying on the opposite side. He asked, “What’s wrong with him?”

“It’s a tension pneumothorax,” Xie Wanying said, turning to open the emergency kit beside her, preparing to administer first aid to the patient.