This miracle doctor just wants to be fired!

At this moment, Xiao Chen, the resident physician who was on night shift last night, suddenly stepped forward.

Xiao Chen just finished his residency training this year. He's usually very energetic, but today he had obvious dark circles under his eyes and his hair was messy and layered.

"Director Zhou, the patient in bed twelve has experienced chest tightness several times in the early morning."

"Are there any changes in the electrocardiogram?"

"There were no significant dynamic changes, and the troponin level did not increase upon retest. The symptoms were relieved within two minutes after taking nitroglycerin sublingually."

Zhou Cheng frowned: "Wasn't bed twelve already padded?"

"Yes." Xiao Chen quickly handed over the medical record. "The right coronary artery and left anterior descending artery have been treated, and the stent placement is fine. The echocardiogram was normal yesterday afternoon, and the blood pressure was 156 during the attack last night."

Zhou Cheng flipped through the records but didn't draw a conclusion immediately. "How has the patient's sleep been lately?"

Xiao Chen paused for a moment, "Sleep?"

Did you ask?

"Not...not yet."

Zhou Cheng handed the medical record back. "Go ask him first. Also, check what he was doing before he felt chest tightness last night, whether he ate anything, and whether he had any emotional fluctuations with his family."

Xiao Chen nodded quickly, but after taking two steps, he couldn't help but turn back: "Director Zhou, do you suspect it's not angina?"

"I didn't doubt anything," Zhou Cheng said. "When the information is incomplete, don't rush to find a diagnosis for the patient, and even more so, don't rush to find answers for yourself."

Xiao Chen left, seemingly understanding but not quite.

A nurse nearby laughed and said, "He'll probably have to ask the patient about their entire family history again."

Zhou Cheng smiled and said, "Asking a few more questions is better than doing two more tests."

……

Mornings at the hospital are always hectic.

Nurses began dispensing medication in bulk, while patients' family members carried insulated containers and moved through the corridor.

Some people were looking around for a payment window with their payment slips in hand.

Some people were blocking the nurses' station asking when they would be discharged, while others, newly admitted patients, were carrying a stack of test reports and didn't know where to go first.

As Zhou Cheng passed by the ward, an elderly woman with gray hair suddenly called out to him.

"Director Zhou."

Zhou Cheng stopped and looked at the old man in front of him with a puzzled expression.

The elderly woman was a patient who underwent atrial fibrillation ablation a few days ago and is preparing to be discharged today.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no, I'm perfectly fine." The old lady pulled a plastic bag from the bedside table and shoved it into his hand. "My daughter-in-law just bought these apples this morning. They're especially sweet. Take two and have them."

Zhou Cheng glanced at the bag.

There were seven or eight apples inside.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but please continue eating; I won't accept it."

"Why can't I accept this? It's not like it's a red envelope."

The old lady was clearly unhappy. "You won't even accept the apples? Do you think they're not good enough?"

"It's not that I think it's bad."

"Then you take it." The old lady stuffed the bag in even harder.

The two remained silent for a few seconds before the patient in the next bed couldn't help but say, "Director Zhou, please accept one of them. If you don't, she'll be nagging about it all day."

The old lady immediately chimed in, "Yes, we'll take one."

Zhou Cheng had no choice but to take out the smallest one. "I'll take one, you can take the rest back and eat them yourself."

The old lady was satisfied. "That's more like it."

After saying that, she stared at Zhou Cheng for a few more moments, then suddenly asked, "Director Zhou, are you married?"

Zhou Cheng paused slightly in the hand holding the apple.

The patient in the next bed immediately perked up, "Dr. Zhou looks so young, he probably isn't married yet, right?"

"I have a granddaughter who is 26 years old and works at a bank. She is very beautiful."

"Your granddaughter is too short. My niece is 1.68 meters tall and she's a teacher."

The once quiet hospital room was suddenly transformed into a makeshift matchmaking corner.

The nurses at the nurses' station all stifled their laughter upon hearing the commotion.

Zhou Cheng took a half step back. "Did you get all your discharge medication today?"

"I've got them all."

"Have you remembered how to take anticoagulants?"

"I've got it."

Remember to have a follow-up check-up in a month.

"Remember."

"That's good."

Zhou Cheng turned and left without daring to linger.

The old lady was still calling out from behind, "Director Zhou, my granddaughter is so beautiful!"

A burst of laughter suddenly filled the corridor.

……

Shen Wei, who had just finished making her rounds in the ward, happened to witness this scene.

"Director Zhou, did the patient introduce you to someone? Actually, I met that old lady's granddaughter yesterday."

Zhou Cheng kept walking. "You're very free?"

"Not free."

"Have you finished writing the case review?"

Shen Wei's smile vanished instantly. "I'll go right now."

In one sentence, the topic was successfully concluded.

Zhou Cheng sat back in his office, and just as he turned on his computer, his phone vibrated.

He initially thought it was another message from the intervention group, but when he looked down, he saw it was from Su Yi.

"I heard you came up with another new technology last night?"

Zhou Cheng replied, "You found out so quickly?"

A few seconds later, Su Yi sent a screenshot.

The screenshot shows that the Kyoto intervention work group has more than ninety-nine chat records.

Su Yi had studied in Kyoto before, so it's not surprising that he had access to these chat groups.

In the chat group, someone wrote at the top in a very exaggerated tone:

"Last night, the world's first Z-shaped catheter repositioning surgery was performed in Kyoto; Zhou Cheng reversed a life-threatening situation with his bare hands!"

Zhou Cheng stared at the words "barehanded" for a few seconds.

He clearly used a guidewire, loops, and balloon, so how did it become a bare-handed technique when it was shared in the group?

Further down the list, some people said that the catheter had three knots in the aorta, causing the patient's blood pressure to drop to zero and his heart to stop beating four times.

Zhou Cheng was silent for a moment, then replied to Su Yi, "Now it's become a myth."

Su Yi replied quickly, "In another half a day, you'll probably be riding on a colorful cloud into the catheterization lab."

Zhou Cheng put down his phone and couldn't help but shake his head.

Rumors in the medical field always seem to have a long lifespan.

The more complex the surgical procedure, the more outrageous the version.

Fortunately, Raymond Lam is currently compiling complete information.

Once the official case review is released, at least the "three dead knots" in the aorta and the "four cardiac arrests" can be corrected.

As for manual repositioning...

Zhou Cheng felt that it was probably impossible to explain it anymore.

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhou Cheng went to the outpatient clinic.

This is when he has the most contact with patients each day.

The first person to enter was a middle-aged man in his fifties.

The man was slightly overweight, carrying a bulging file bag in his hand, followed by his wife and son.

As soon as the three people entered, they spread the inspection materials all over half of the table.

"Director Zhou, we've come from out of town."

The man's wife looked anxious. "My husband has been experiencing heart palpitations for the past six months. He's had several tests done, and they all said it wasn't a serious problem, but he still feels unwell every day."

Zhou Cheng nodded. "Please sit down."

After the man sat down, he immediately asked, "Director Zhou, is my illness very serious?"

"We don't know yet."

"Some online sources say that heart palpitations may be a precursor to sudden death."

What else has been said online?

The man thought about it carefully, "Chest tightness could be a heart attack, dizziness could be a stroke, numbness in the hands could be cervical spondylosis, or it could be a stroke."

Zhou Cheng looked at him. "So, how many illnesses do you think you have now?"

The man paused for a moment, then said, "At least three."

His wife, standing nearby, couldn't help but roll her eyes...