That little Dr. Zheng... Thinking of Zheng Ren, his honest face, and the inexplicable trust in his heart when talking to him, Zou Jiahua was a little puzzled for no reason.
Never trust anyone, this has always been his code of conduct.
But why do you have a vague sense of trust in Dr. Zheng Renzheng? Zou Jiahua himself couldn't understand it.
After changing into hospital gown, Zou Jiahua walked out.
Su Yun was holding a mobile phone in his hand, what was he playing with.
"Do you treat all patients like this?" Zou Jiahua asked half-jokingly.
"No, I care about you the most." Su Yun lowered his head, his black hair flying in front of his forehead.
"Um?"
"Because, I never accept patients for surgery." Su Yun said lazily.
"..." Zou Jiahua felt in a trance.
He came to pick me up personally to take care of his feelings. Is this the greatest care? The biggest thing is to look at others with different eyes, and add green eyes to each other
this…
Zou Jiahua smiled sarcastically, young man, he is really full of vitality.
Zou Jiahua has seen many capable people and young people in his life. But there are not many people who have the ability and can fight hard.
If you want to succeed, everyone's basic qualities are only one of the key points. As for the others... Zou Jiahua smiled.
If you are so arrogant and domineering, you will always suffer.
Lin Yuansheng followed Zou Jiahua closely, holding a silver-white first aid kit in his hand. The various emergency medicines and rescue equipment inside are top-notch in the world.
He couldn't understand why Mr. Zou wanted to have surgery in the imperial capital and in such a hurry.
In his opinion, surgery is not allowed in Hong Kong. If you have to do it, you have to go to Mayo Medical Center.
As for 912, although it is the first-class tertiary hospital in mainland China, its overall quality is much worse than that of Mayo Clinic. It makes no sense to choose to have surgery here.
But Mr. Zou had already made up his mind and made a decision, and Lin Yuansheng had nothing to say.
He is just a private health doctor. It is enough to do his job well and get a salary that is consistent with his status.
…
There was silence all the way to the interventional operating room. Su Yun blocked the others outside.
There was no security inspection done here, and the security manager around Zou Jiahua was particularly worried.
But because the incident happened suddenly, he always wanted to have a check-up, but was always turned away.
Zou Jiahua didn't care very much. Who would ambush him now? When it comes to life and death, the missing head-dropping technique or poison that is like a maggot attached to the bone is the real killer.
But it is obviously unrealistic not to follow anyone. Finally, Lin Yuansheng, as the Zou family's health care provider and personal doctor, followed in carrying a first aid kit.
Entering the operating room, Zou Jiahua smiled and asked, "Does Dr. Zheng really treat all patients equally?"
There is faint sarcasm, but people who are not very sensitive cannot feel it.
"The boss's patients are all pretty much the same." Su Yun didn't care much. After changing his clothes, he took Zou Jiahua into the operating room.
Lin Yuansheng came to the operating room. He first looked at the people in the operating room and operating room.
There are not many people. Two nurses, two doctors, and the foreigner who was said to be a German professor were chatting with Zheng Ren.
The machine is not the latest, but it can be used. Lin Yuansheng is not arrogant or disdainful. He just gives an objective evaluation of the 912 interventional operating room.
It is not a professional cardiac interventional machine, but an operating room for ordinary blood vessel and visceral interventional surgery, which seems a bit unprofessional.
But Lin Yuansheng was not picky, but the machine was slightly different, which was not a problem at all for the Nobel Prize candidate surgeon.
If you find fault with this point, you will appear to be very unprofessional.
He placed the first aid kit in his hand where it was most convenient, so that if something went wrong, he could rush to it as soon as possible.
Seeing Zou Jiahua come in, Zheng Ren stopped the conversation.
Zou Jiahua followed Su Yun's instructions and lay down on the operating bed.
The bed was cold and hard. Zou Jiahua's heart suddenly panicked.
He had always tried to stay calm, but at this moment, he finally panicked.
There is no need for a mask to block other people, including your own children, from coveting your thoughts, and face life and death head on.
Zou Jiahua's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Where is Dr. Zheng
Zou Jiahua thought in a panic, didn't the patient need to be calmed before the operation? Besides, he was not an ordinary patient, so why didn't he come to comfort him
Even if it's not comfort, it's still good to say a few words.
But…
There was only a petite figure busy, and the sound of water came from another room not far away.
Hua Hua Hua, it seems that the man is still humming.
"Boss, do you want to play some songs today?"
"It's just a few minutes' work, no need." Zheng Ren's thick voice echoed like a bass in Zou Jiahua's ears.
In front of you on your right.
Zou Jiahua looked at the shadowless lamp that was not turned on. With a thought in mind, he turned his head hard and saw Zheng Ren looking at his film in front of the film reader.
"Patient, don't move!" said a voice that was elegant and plain, yet charming.
"It'll be fine soon, don't be nervous." Xie Yi said while busy.
"What's your surname?" Zou Jiahua tried to calm down his uneasiness by chatting.
"Relax, or take a nap." Xie Yiren said with a smile.
sleep…
As soon as these two words were spoken, Zou Jiahua felt as if his heartbeat had stopped.
"It's okay. Patients who undergo surgery for the first time are very nervous." Xie Yiren said: "It won't hurt, and there is no special feeling. Just relax. The more nervous you are, the more likely it is that something will go wrong."
"Oh." Zou Jiahua reluctantly responded.
Zou Jiahua is basically immune to this level of comfort.
In business negotiations, various tricks emerge in endlessly. When it comes to psychological suggestion and micro-expression research, Zou Jiahua is a master.
"Yiren, the Kung Pao Chicken you just ordered tastes good. Which store is it from?" Su Yun finished washing his hands and came in to disinfect them.
The cold iodophor gauze fell on Zou Jiahua's neck, jolting him.
This cold feeling was like a blade. Zou Jiahua even suspected that he was dead for a moment.
And from what Su Yun said, Zou Jiahua had a ridiculous illusion that he seemed to be less important than a portion of Kung Pao Chicken from a roadside shop.
"It's delicious." Xie Yiren was very happy, "I don't have time today. Let's go eat together when we have time. Sister Yue and I went there once. The store is not big and looks a bit dirty, but the taste is really great. .”
Is this the human world? Zou Jiahua was in a trance, as if he was dreaming.
Some people live, some die, some laugh, some cry.
All kinds of things in the mortal world appear in Zou Jiahua's mind like a revolving lantern. Many scenes in his life are so real.