Soon, the directors of all relevant departments in the hospital rushed over.
There were a little too many people, with more than a dozen people standing in the operating room, whispering quietly, and Zheng Ren also felt it was a bit noisy.
He was very impatient, especially because the blood in his heart could not be erased.
"Boss, let's go smoke a cigarette. We don't have anything to do here." Su Yun whispered. He saw that many directors and deans were standing, but the boss was sitting there with his eyes closed and concentrating, which he felt was very inappropriate. In order to make Zheng Renshao gain some hatred, he wanted to drag him out.
Zheng Ren nodded, opened his eyes, and walked out with Su Yun.
Director Xu of the Anesthesiology Department has taken over the anesthesia, and Lao He is free. His attention was always on Zheng Ren. When he saw him leaving, he immediately told his deputy that if the director came looking for him, he would go to the toilet, and then left.
"Boss Zheng, are you tired?" Lao Hezhui asked from behind.
"fine."
Lao He, who was always wordy, didn't say much. What happened today made people speechless. Everyone's heart felt like a big stone, so heavy that even breathing felt particularly difficult.
When he came to the duty room, Lao He took out his cigarette, flicked his wrist, and a cigarette popped out of the cigarette case, very skillfully.
Zheng Ren picked up the cigarette, his hands shaking slightly.
The way his hands were as steady as a rock during the previous surgery was like someone else's.
Lao He felt uncomfortable when he saw it. He took out a lighter, lit a cigarette for Zheng Ren, gave another one to Su Yun, and opened the window.
"Boss Zheng, when did you come back?" Lao He asked.
"Just got off the plane." Zheng Ren said.
"I'm preparing to attend the commendation meeting, right?" Lao He grinned, trying to show a smile, but it turned out to be a bit uglier than crying.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren was very dull, very dull, and the hand holding the cigarette trembled unevenly.
The surgeon's hand was firm. Just now, Lao He saw with his own eyes that Boss Zheng was working with both hands, and his skills were amazing. When I got off the stage, my hands were shaking like this.
"Lao He, what's going on?" Su Yun asked directly.
"Oh, don't mention it." Lao He sighed, "I've seen a lot less urological surgeries these days. Mr. Yu happened to be here in the morning to do a case of kidney cancer, so I went to ask about it. Mr. Yu said, Recently, the patient’s family members have been doing the same as before, either going to the ward director’s office or the outpatient clinic.”
"..." Zheng Ren and Su Yun were silent. They could already imagine the scene at that time.
"When we met, we didn't say anything. We just knelt on the ground and cried."
"Howling? I've seen too many." Su Yun sneered.
"No, it's the kind of heartbroken one. Mr. Yu... Well, this is really helpless." Lao He said, looking out the window.
It was afternoon, and there were a few clouds in the blue sky, floating as lightly as cotton candy, making the sky look particularly beautiful.
But the hearts of the few people who were talking were filled with dark clouds, with lightning, thunder, and violent storms coming from time to time.
The matter is actually very simple, Lao He doesn't know much, he just heard a few words from Mr. Yu.
"Boss Zheng, can people survive?" Lao He finally asked with some anxiety.
Zheng Ren thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "If there is no serious intracranial hemorrhage and the ICU is properly adjusted, there should be no big problem."
After saying this conclusion, both Lao He and Su Yun let out a sigh of relief.
"What the hell is this!" Su Yun was furious, "In Rochester, Wu Hui didn't even survive appendicitis, and he didn't cry. Director Miao said before the operation that the possibility of success was very small, but he didn't Let's talk about it."
"Wu Hui? What's wrong?" Lao He was very gossipy. As soon as he heard that he was a celebrity, he immediately changed the subject.
Regarding Director Miao's matter, Zheng Ren and Su Yun were still unwilling to ask questions. But once they actually talked about it, none of the three people wanted to mention it.
In this tangled state of mind, talking about other gossip can still make the atmosphere as relaxed as possible.
Su Yun told Lao He what happened when Wu Hui was seeing a doctor in Rochester. Lao He also felt quite emotional that the idea of cleaning the intestines sounded like nonsense. They are all experienced Chinese medicine practitioners, and it is not a complicated disease. By listening to a few key words, you can roughly guess the truth of the matter.
"The American emperor's technical level is average." Lao He sighed.
"That's a community hospital. In fact, Mayo's technical level is very high." Zheng Ren said honestly.
"There are still few good doctors. By the way, Boss Zheng, I heard that you were hired as a visiting professor at Mayo?" Lao He asked.
If it hadn't been for Director Miao's matter, Lao He would have gossiped about it.
"Really?" Zheng Ren was a little vague at first, then looked at Su Yun and asked.
"Yes, I have finished contacting him. When we were in Heidelberg, Dr. Smith confirmed this matter and sent a letter to the hospital. Didn't I tell you?" Su Yun said disdainfully.
"I forgot. I was jet-lagged and had a lot of surgeries in those days. Who would remember these if nothing else." Zheng Ren said nonchalantly.
After chatting for a while, Zheng Ren felt much better.
Lao He was stunned.
Being a visiting professor at Mayo has become a trivial matter to Boss Zheng? This pretense is too much.
"Other than surgery, I really doubt you would starve to death on the streets if you went to Rochester by yourself."
"Always quarreling with people proves that you are mentally unhealthy." Zheng Ren took a puff of cigarette and said calmly: "On the Internet, you are just a troll. In fact, this is the same as the American hippie culture. It is essentially anti-traditional and anti-traditional. The psychological activity of authority.
It requires the deconstruction of everything and the breaking of all ordinary moral standards. At the same time, in the context of alienating people, one after another unemployed or low-class young people channeled their anger and rebellion against society on the Internet out of a sense of powerlessness about their own destiny. "
Zheng Ren was very depressed, and his mind was filled with blood red. When he feels unhappy and his thoughts are unclear, he can also be quite sharp when it comes to quarreling with others.
Lao He quickly stopped the bickering between the two, tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and said: "Two, two, wait."
"What's going on?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun asked in unison.
"..." Lao He didn't have anything to do, he just didn't want to listen to their bickering. Such things as hippies, cultural differences, and small individuals who struggle, work hard, and struggle in the social ocean but then drift with the crowd and express their dissatisfaction through the Internet are all nonsense to Lao He.
An honest person like Boss Zheng would also say this.
"Let's have a meal together tonight?" The old congratulatory message was poor, so he had to find someone.
"We have an appointment." Su Yun said: "I just picked up the plane and an acquaintance from Director Kong's side has a dinner party. Zhou Chunyong, a brave man in the Imperial Capital, also said that he would have dinner soon. I tell you, first come first served, you have to treat us to dinner in a week's time talk later."
Lao He spread his hands, Boss Zheng is very busy.