"Dean, Dr. Zheng's interventional embolization is my... must be the best in the world." Director Jing revised the attributive once, but still felt it was not enough.
Just the best in the world? It seems impossible.
He studied at Johns Hopkins Hospital in the United States. I had seen an operation there to remove an anterior lumbar embolization of the transverse lumbar artery. Even the experts in the interventional department of Johns Hopkins Hospital, which is as famous as the Mayo Clinic, would not perform the operation like this.
But if Director Jing wanted to come up with a new word, he racked his brains and couldn't come up with it in a short period of time.
"Top in the world" is already the most powerful adjective in Director Jing's three views, what else could he do? No matter how awesome he is, Director Jing really doesn’t know what to say.
"Yeah." Dean Yan didn't say anything, just hummed with his nose.
They were talking, and the Shay man came in from the door, carrying a white metal box in his hand.
The little girl slipped away and tried not to disturb the directors and hospital leaders.
"Yiren?" Director Kong wanted to ask Xie Yiren about his situation in Haicheng. Xie Yiren was not prepared. When he turned around, the lower right corner of the metal box hit Zhao Wenhua, who was hiding in a corner in a daze.
"What are you doing!" Zhao Wenhua covered his legs and glared at Xie Yiren.
"I'm sorry, Professor Zhao." Xie Yiren apologized quickly, "I'm really sorry, sorry, sorry."
"What are you carrying?" Director Kong came to the rescue.
When I saw Boss Zheng carrying this box when I got off the plane, I knew it was a gift from Dr. Charles to Zheng Ren. But I didn't expect that the Xie people would get it into the operation room. It's just that Zhao Wenhua yelled at Boss Zheng's girlfriend. Director Kong didn't want to see Boss Zheng and Zhao Wenhua's blood splattered in the operating room.
"Director Kong, these are surgical instruments given to Zheng Ren by a doctor from Mayo." Xie Yiren said softly, without being nervous or awkward, and in a calm and generous manner. With her big eyes flashing, she instantly understood that Director Kong was helping her.
"Uh..." Zhao Wenhua was stunned for a moment.
"Zheng Ren asked for disinfection before the operation. I saw that the general surgery and thoracic surgery were all done, so I probably didn't need it, so I took it out." Xie Yiren explained with a smile.
"Is it a small gift from the doctor at Mayo?" Dean Yan suddenly became interested. He sat on the chair, twisted slightly, rotated the chair, and asked Xie Yiren.
"should be."
Dean Yan was a little happy.
I heard Ye Qingqiu say before that Zheng Ren was hired as a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic. This kind of thing can be true or false, big or small. Although a visiting professor has been able to prove Zheng Ren's status and surgical skills, he always felt that he was too young and a little unstable.
And the gift given by a certain Mayo doctor was a surgical instrument, which requires more interpretation.
"Which manufacturer is it from? Open it to open my eyes." Dean Yan said gently with a rare smile.
"Oh." Xie Yiren looked up and saw through the leaded glass that Zheng Ren had stepped down. He walked over, placed the white metal box in front of the screen on the console, and opened the box.
The box is exquisitely designed, and all three-dimensional space is fully utilized. The five levels opened up, down, left and right, quietly, and nearly a hundred surgical instruments were displayed in front of everyone.
The well-informed Dean Yan was also stunned. This was definitely not a standard instrument produced by a manufacturer, but a privately customized surgical instrument!
Everyone present is a top-notch expert in the domestic medical field, and they are well versed in surgical instruments from various manufacturers and brands.
After just one glance, I knew it was a custom-made surgical instrument, and it was perfect.
It's good, but the price is definitely among the best in the world. Even the director of 912 would not order so many things without reason.
Director Jing was closer and he could see it most clearly.
The surgical instruments were inside the white box, looking at him indifferently like countless bewitching girls. Although his attitude was indifferent, Director Jing still ignored the presence of the dean. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and lightly brushed a hemostatic forceps with his fingertips.
There is also the residual warmth from the fresh disinfection, which is as warm as a lover's hands.
Unfortunately, there was no chiseling, axe, or saw. The person who delivered the surgical instruments was probably not an orthopedic surgeon. Director Jing felt a little sorry, but just a pair of hemostatic pliers took away his soul.
Just touching it was not enough. Director Jing gently put his hands down and gently took out the hemostatic forceps. It's light in hand, hard in texture, and the buckle position is almost precise to the nanometer level.
All the surgical instruments he had seen before were eclipsed by this hemostat.
Director Jing felt the remaining warmth. He stretched out his left hand and flicked the hemostatic forceps with his fingers, feeling the texture.
It feels like rare metal, hard but extremely tough. If this was used for... Director Jing's heart was on fire.
Director Kong is an interventional doctor. He rarely uses hemostatic forceps and other surgical instruments, so he doesn’t feel much.
It's just that he looked at Director Jing's look and knew that this was a treasure.
"Who gave it to Dr. Zheng?" Although Dean Yan also thinks this set of surgical instruments is good, he has been out of clinical practice for decades, and these coquettish girl-like surgical instruments cannot make him feel much.
What Dean Yan paid attention to was the personal relationship between Zheng Ren and the Mayo Clinic.
"Dr. Charles Moore gave it to me." Zheng Ren walked out of the operating room, stunned for a moment and feeling a little unhappy. He passed through the crowd and stood in front of the silver-white box, blocking the coveted gazes of others.
"Charles Moore? Is..."
"I used to be a surgeon, and later I engaged in basic research, and won the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine twenty-eight years ago." Zheng Ren explained to Director Yan while almost snatching the hemostatic forceps from Director Jing's hand. , put it in the box, and then closed the box.
Dean Yan was stunned for less than 0.1 seconds. Seeing Zheng Ren's childish movements, he smiled slightly and said, "Dr. Charles gave you the surgical instruments. You must use them to treat diseases and save people."
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded. At this moment, he felt countless hostile eyes.
If a box of U.S. dollars were placed here, there wouldn't be so many greedy and hostile looks. But for doctors, especially surgeons, it is self-evident what a box of customized surgical instruments means.
Zheng Ren used his body to block the white box, not to look at those coveting eyes.
“How many times can it be disinfected?”
"It is said that I will never wear it out in my life."
"What should I do with the scalpel blade?" Dean Yan asked thoughtfully.
"This is a headache. The ordinary blade can't be pressed in. It's too thick. I need to order a custom blade from a manufacturer in Osterlai Town. Dr. Charles gave me three hundred of them." Zheng Ren replied.
Tsk tsk, the envious looks from many people are even more intense.