Chapter 749 - 749 Who found out 749

Chapter 749: Who found out [749]? Chapter 749: Who found out [749]? Wei Tianlang pointed to the monitor and said to him, “It seems to be a problem with your cardiothoracic department now.”

“He called both me and you, which means it’s a complex issue involving several departments. There are problems in multiple areas of the peritoneum,” Gu Songtao said to Tao Zhijie, facing him.

Other department’s experts personally came over for the consultation, and Tao Zhijie dared not neglect them. He politely said to them, “The patient’s condition is quite complex; we need the help of colleagues from other departments to diagnose.”

“Did you call us because the diaphragm was injured and caused the liver to shift downward?”

“No, they had a sudden idea to check the peritoneum when they couldn’t find the cause of the gallstones,” Wei Tianlang explained, organizing the situation for Gu Songtao.

“Have you been watching the surgery here the whole time?” Gu Songtao asked him.

“My surgery was diagonally opposite theirs,” Wei Tianlang honestly confessed, having overheard some conversation when it was convenient.

“Now you suspect that the peritoneum is affecting the gallstones?”

“Their theory is that the liver is misaligned, compressing the bile duct, possibly causing bile to reflux, leading to congregations of gallstones, biliary obstruction, and the patient displaying full-body jaundice. Think about it, even a relaxed abdominal wall leading to visceral ptosis can produce gallstones. To rule things out, they’ve exhausted all efforts, bringing out the laparoscope and cholangioscope to check back and forth; I heard they were even prepared to examine liver cell slices,” he said.

Upon hearing Wei Tianlang’s words, people from the Hepatobiliary Surgery department cursed inside: this urologist wasn’t just passing by and listening, he had eavesdropped on the whole thing.

Suppressing a smile, Gu Songtao thought about how pitiful the group from Hepatobiliary Surgery was for being eavesdropped on thoroughly, and he returned to the topic of surgery: “Originally, they never considered that the peritoneum could be the problem, so I guess they definitely didn’t get a CT of the peritoneum.”

“To be honest, I don’t blame them; who would have thought jaundice was due to a problem with the peritoneum. Professor Zhao’s grandson, incidentally giving the Hepatobiliary Surgery lot a challenging puzzle of the century,” Wei Tianlang expressed his sympathy for those in Hepatobiliary Surgery, as it wasn’t easy to find the cause of such a case, “Symptoms of localized peritonitis can’t be distinguished clearly either. They probably just assumed it was hepatic pain and looked into that.”

Clinically, many symptoms are too similar, and if another symptom confuses the doctor, they immediately become baffled. Instrumental examinations can help, but without a precise direction of suspicion, they generally can’t find anything on regular tests.

When an enigmatic case was finally diagnosed, Gu Songtao asked the miracle-working doctor, “Who figured it out, was it Dr. Tao?”

Wei Tianlang secretly pulled him aside and said, “Didn’t you see? He was standing over there, watching the two newcomers search.”

Gu Songtao had already noticed, just throwing out a probing question. The venerable professor remained unperturbed, not intending to acknowledge him.

“How did he injure his peritoneum? He hasn’t been in a car accident.” Zhao Huaming was worried that Zhao Zhaowei’s inexplicable peritoneal injury might indicate other problems.

Student Zhao, lying on the operating table and sedated enough to be dreaming of Duke Zhou, would probably be unable to explain his condition upon waking. He was completely befuddled about his own illness. The doctors pondered deeply once again.

Xie Wanying called out, “Monitor.”

The others looked at her: What’s with the sudden outburst?

“Monitor, ask Li Qi’an. I wonder if Zhao Zhaowei was trying to lose weight by doing pull-ups and twisting around the bar because he couldn’t manage pull-ups,” Xie Wanying said. “This condition didn’t have any signs before, it happened after he started losing weight, so the problem might be there.”

Upon hearing her, Song Xueling immediately analyzed, “If he lacked strength, his whole body might’ve been injured at the region where he hung around his waist. If he couldn’t get around and his body slid down, and then he braced himself again, this could have injured the diaphragm. If there were external injuries, they might have healed first, leaving the internal injuries.”

“Oh my!” Zhao Huaming slapped his thigh. Upon hearing the conversation between the two, he knew they were correct.