HPDBC Chapter 1 Rebirth in 10
Chapter 1 Rebirth in 10
Everyone calls me a genius, but I'm not.
By the time I completed the standard emergency treatment plan for chest and abdominal injuries, my mother had already passed away seven years prior.
My father had been gone for thirteen years when I came up with solutions for alleviating sleep apnea syndrome.
By the time I had fulfilled my promise to cure the thousand children with osteosarcoma she had entrusted to me, they had already been gone for twenty-three years.
To the world, my life is almost perfect...
Wealth and honor are all predestined; birth, aging, sickness, and death are beyond our control.
The perfection of life seems to lie in a series of regrets that we realize too late.
……
"Chen Zhuoan... Chen Zhuoan."
Chen Zhuoan seemed to feel someone patting his right shoulder.
The blurry vision gradually became clear.
The intense heat, even more pronounced than the scenery before my eyes, assaulted my entire body.
Chen Zhuoan subconsciously touched his left elbow, only to find that he was wearing short sleeves and the heat was not from wearing too many clothes.
The view is completely clear.
This is an office.
The bookshelves are arranged horizontally, and the desk is placed by the window.
The calendar on the red lacquered wooden table felt very familiar to Chen Zhuoan…
The middle-aged man next to the table was also familiar to Chen Zhuoan.
His name is Zeng Tianfang, an associate professor of trauma orthopedics at Xiangya Hospital. He is much, much younger than I remember Teacher Zeng.
This is not my home.
This is not New Year's Eve in a year of loneliness, nor am I drinking alone by the window.
Zeng Tianfang tapped the table: "What... I just said a few words to you, and you pretend to be asleep??"
Chen Zhuoan looked up and locked onto the other person, especially his large head, which was quite distinctive!
Seeing that Chen Zhuoan continued to feign death, Zeng Tianfang asked again:
"I'm asking you, can a knee aspiration be performed in a flexed position?"
The provocation of the professional question prompted Chen Zhuoan to answer instinctively:
"During knee joint aspiration, the patient can be in a supine position or a seated position with the knee flexed."
"That's common sense."
This is indeed a very basic question in orthopedics.
Zeng Tianfang banged on the table: "If you knew all that, why did you make a mistake during the operation?"
"You think the department isn't chaotic enough already, huh?"
Chen Zhuoan frowned: "How could I possibly have made a mistake during a knee puncture?"
"Although it's been many years since I've done it..."
At this point, Chen Zhuoan suddenly noticed the calendar on the table and froze.
2010, April 06.
Zeng Tianfang tapped on the table:
"Although it's been many years since you've done it, did you have the opportunity to do it before?"
"Chen Zhuoan?"
"Could you please stop causing Professor Dong trouble?"
"..."
Chen Zhuoan did not answer Associate Professor Zeng Tianfang's question; he simply looked at Zeng Tianfang and sorted through his memories.
A faint memory drifted into my mind, and the images flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern, finally settling on that summer 10 years ago.
This is the summer of 10, not the New Year's Eve of 45, thirty years later.
In the summer of 10, Chen Zhuoan was just a "student" in the eight-year clinical medicine program at Xiangya School of Medicine, Central South University.
He is not the academic leader of the Orthopedic Medical Research Center of the Chinese Academy of Medical Sciences.
The summer of 10 should have been a faint memory.
It's unclear whether the rebirth strengthened the soul or had some other effect.
Chen Zhuoan discovered that he could remember every detail of his past life very clearly.
Anything that had happened or been encountered in his past life stood vividly in his mind, like a picture.
He can clearly remember all sorts of things, even the texts and pages he has read.
Including the current corresponding time.
Ten years is the time when Chen Zhuoan experienced his first major life change.
It has nothing to do with bed 19, which he manages.
Professor Dong suffered a major medical accident, and 11 years after the accident, he was forced into early retirement...
Chen Zhuoan changed his supervisor at the last minute, and ultimately had to lower his job expectations due to various unfavorable factors such as research experience.
Chen Zhuoan completed an eight-year doctoral program and spent several years working before returning to work at a top-tier teaching hospital.
……
"Teacher Zeng. No, I haven't done it before, but it's common sense." Chen Zhuoan slightly changed his wording.
Now that I've been reborn, I can't just say whatever I want.
Zeng Tianfang: "You say it's common sense, but now the patient in bed 19 says her meniscus injury was caused by your improper handling. What's your explanation for that?"
"If you are in a supine position, the approach is the lateral patellar approach."
Even if she wronged you, there would be no trace of it.
"But you chose the knee joint area, and puncture at this location could potentially damage the meniscus."
Chen Zhuoan also extracted various information about this patient from June 2010.
She was in bed 19 in the department. After Chen Zhuoan performed a knee aspiration on her, she kept complaining of pain inside her knee joint.
She insisted that it didn't hurt before, and that Chen Zhuoan must have made a mistake...
Chen Zhuoan: "Teacher Zeng, this question is simple."
"She has a posterior horn tear of the medial meniscus, and I'm operating on the lateral knee eye!"
"The patellar ligament and cruciate ligament are also in between."
"Even if I wanted to use the outer knee eye to puncture the posterior horn of the inner meniscus, I wouldn't have the space to do so!"
"If the patient persists, an MRI scan can pinpoint the location."
Upon hearing this, Zeng Tianfang frowned slightly: "How can you be sure she has a tear in the posterior horn of the medial meniscus?"
Chen Zhuoan replied, "The location of tenderness and McBurney's sign both indicate this!"
Zeng Tianfang sat down, hands behind his back, leaning back in his chair: "Chen Zhuoan, if it's just a minor operational flaw, it's nothing..."
"I know you chose the knee joint for the patient's benefit."
"However, from a safety perspective, subpatellar puncture and drug administration in the supine position is the safest."
Lying is bad.
A puncture at the knee eye position allows for greater precision.
Lateral patellar puncture is simply a safe procedure.
Chen Zhuoan's gaze was calm, and his tone was casual: "I didn't lie."
"Knee aspiration itself carries the risk of meniscus injury."
"Even though the probability of operational injury is small, it can still occur."
"But...it's not my fault, I can't admit it!"
"A puncture site will leave a scar. Even a meniscus tear can be examined and located!"
"It was her."
Chen Zhuoan adjusted his wording based on his memory:
"It's possible that she concealed her history of external injury."
"An MRI scan can determine that."
Zeng Tianfang nodded: "Then go and schedule an MRI for the patient."
"Don't cause trouble for the department."
"Okay." Chen Zhuoan also wanted to leave the office as soon as possible.
As Chen Zhuoan turned and moved away, Zeng Tianfang's eyes widened.
Chen Zhuoan's graceful gait was even more composed and confident than Professor Dong's, exuding a stronger aura...
Why is that?
Zeng Tianfang started rubbing his scalp, wondering if he had misread it.
……
The deputy senior physician's office is adjacent to the trauma orthopedics doctor's office.
After Chen Zhuoan retrieved all the memories, he turned and went into the doctor's office, where he logged into the medical order system with a clear memory.
After finding bed 19, we ordered a plain MRI scan of her right knee joint and printed out the examination form, which we then sent to the nurses' station.
Once the MRI appointment time is set, the on-duty nurse will hand the examination form to the patient and their family.
The "medical record" of patient in bed 19 is not complicated.
After Chen Zhuoan finished doing all this, he took out his phone and paused for a moment.
Nokia E63, full keyboard?
Oh right, that's 10 years.
Chen Zhuoan glanced at the time; it was only 10:20 AM, not yet noon.
However, Chen Zhuoan still opened his phone with trembling hands and found "Su Baobao" in his contacts!
My heart raced as I dialed the number.
The call was disconnected.
Su Baobao sent a message: "An'an... I'm still in the lab."
It's her tone of voice, it's her writing style.
"Answer the phone!" Chen Zhuoan typed these words almost forcefully, even with a commanding tone.
Su Xiheng is Chen Zhuoan's classmate in elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university. Currently, she is also a graduate student.
One minute later.
Su Xiheng called, her voice gentle: "What's wrong? An'an?"
Upon hearing Su Xiheng's voice again, Chen Zhuoan's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
The last time I heard this sound was more than 20 years ago.
The last time I heard such a young voice was more than 30 years ago.
Chen Zhuoan's voice was almost choked with emotion: "I miss you."
They were childhood sweethearts and both got into Central South University, where they were both medical students.
Chen Zhuoan was enrolled in an eight-year program, while Su Xiheng was enrolled in a seven-year program.
The two got married three years after graduation.
In the fifth year, the couple had a daughter.
In the tenth year, her daughter was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. While taking care of her daughter, Su Xiheng suddenly passed away unexpectedly.
Before Su Xiheng was admitted to the ICU, she held Chen Zhuoan's hand and said to him, "Take good care of our baby."
That same year, his daughter also left Chen Zhuoan.
Chen Zhuoan broke his promise.
"I'm still doing experiments," Su Xiheng said.
"It's nothing, I just missed you and wanted to hear you talk."
See you tonight.