Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Mr. Yu came to the corridor outside the ICU door, touched the male attendant, and pushed the door open.
I took out the cigarette and lit it. Amidst the bursts of green smoke, I was transported back to the afternoon before going to Mayo.
The confusion of time and space made the three of them feel a little embarrassed and dazed. After a few minutes of silence, Su Yun broke the silence and said, "Mr. Yu, are you going to squat here for a while?"
"Definitely." Mr. Yu said, "I'm looking for someone else to be the general resident at home. I also told my girlfriend that if everything goes well, we'll meet again in a month."
"Awesome, you still dare to find a girlfriend in front of the hospital." Su Yun said jokingly.
"Brother Yun, if I were half as capable as you, I wouldn't be so anxious. If you don't look for people in their thirties, I'm afraid I won't find them." Mr. Yu smiled bitterly.
"It's nonsense. The dignified 912 resident manager said he couldn't find a girlfriend. Who would believe it!" Su Yun found an opportunity to change the subject away from Director Miao, trying to make the atmosphere as relaxed as possible.
"The key is that the conditions are not enough." Mr. Yu reluctantly grinned and said: "This is my classmate who works in the laboratory every day, so he is not afraid."
When Su Yun mentioned the laboratory, his heart skipped a beat. He secretly glanced at Zheng Ren and felt relieved when he saw that the guy's expression didn't change much.
"Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, thank you very much for today." Mr. Yu said sincerely.
"It should."
"There is nothing that should or should not be done. I took a leave when I got off the stage in the morning to accompany my girlfriend. I didn't know what happened until I came back, so I ran to see and listen to what everyone said..." As he said that, Mr. Yu looked at Zheng Ren and sighed. , said: "Boss Zheng, do it with both hands, I don't even dare to think about such a thing. Your level of diagnosis and surgery is really too high!"
Mr. Yu is a very honest person. He doesn't have any fancy words. He just says something too high and comes from the heart.
"You don't have to say it." Su Yun said: "Even I was dumbfounded at the time. You mortals, just tremble as much as you want."
Mr. Yu said: "I heard from Director Ma of the Thoracic Department that thoracic aortic dissection is just a little bit close to rupture."
"When did you say that?"
"When he got off work, he came to see the director and chatted for a while. Director Ma said that it shouldn't be a big problem and it all depended on Boss Zheng's timely rescue." Mr. Yu's eyes were full of gratitude, "I shouldn't have left today. Blame me."
"Blame you? I have a close relationship with you!" Su Yun was also very distressed. His boss was in an unstable mood, and so was Mr. Yu in front of him, but who was going to comfort him
"Actually, the director has been in a bad mood these past few days. It has something to do with the trouble caused by the patient's family, and it also has something to do with the senior brother not coming back. Isn't there going to be a commendation meeting today? When the documents came out in the morning, the senior brother's name was on the death list. Wait." Mr. Yu's voice became increasingly bitter.
Su Yun was stunned for a moment, it turned out that this was the real trigger...
"My senior brother followed the director when he was a graduate student. I came here later when I was studying for a Ph.D. At that time, my senior brother could perform almost all surgeries, and his level was higher than that of ordinary professors. Especially for kidney transplant surgery, the director only guided my senior brother. He doesn't feel at ease if others do it."
"Didn't I do a kidney transplant later? Boss Zheng followed me. I know what the director meant, but who would have thought of him..." As he said that, Mr. Yu fell silent and took a fierce puff on his cigarette. The fireworks were bright and dark, like The twinkling stars in the sky.
"Watch Director Miao carefully. If you have any questions, let me know immediately." Zheng Ren said.
In the eyes of others, this sentence is a bit exaggerated.
Dangtang 912 Intensive Care Unit, if there is a difficult problem that cannot be solved by others, you will be notified immediately? What kind of onion are you
But both Su Yun and Mr. Yu were impressed, especially Su Yun, who knew that Zheng Ren rarely involved in intensive care matters.
In my impression, in Haicheng, Zheng Ren consulted and made a diagnosis for the stabbed elementary school teacher, which later proved to be correct. Su Yun also learned a lot, but vitamin deficiency, the cause of beriberi, can cause patients to have hallucinations.
Boss Zheng's diagnosis is very powerful. This sentence is a promise, which puts a heavy weight on the balance of life and death.
"Boss Zheng, thank you, thank you." Mr. Yu expressed his gratitude without any words.
"It's okay." Zheng Ren said indifferently.
He was originally a bit dull, not as active and talkative as Su Yun. There was something on my mind at this time, it was difficult to make a decision, it was more like a piece of wood, a human-shaped piece of wood.
"Boss, can you not live half-dead?" Su Yun was unhappy.
"No, I'm thinking about something."
"What are you thinking about?"
"The impact of percutaneous renal radiofrequency ablation on the sympathetic nerves after lowering the frequency and its guiding significance for future work." Zheng Rendao.
"..." Mr. Yu was speechless.
"..." Su Yun was speechless.
Are we really going to do combined basic and clinical research? Now that you have stepped into the role and started to think about these messy things
Su Yun seemed to be telling Zheng Ren, just do your tips surgery honestly, why bother thinking about so much useless stuff.
But he was really afraid that his words would have the opposite effect.
"By the way, boss, Dr. Mehar will be arriving in the next few days." Su Yun suddenly remembered something and said.
"Oh." Zheng Ren was expressionless.
"I'll go back and contact his assistant to ask about the schedule. Are you sure about the second-stage surgery?" Su Yun asked.
"Replace the stent, a minor operation." Zheng Ren said, "It's not long since the first-stage surgery. There are not many blood clots accumulated in the stent, so the possibility of problems is low."
"Well, do you have any other requests?"
"For example?"
"Let Dr. Mehar help convince some elderly people who have a say in the Nobel Prize review. Who among these people doesn't want to live a few more days? Boss, this is a key point for us to win the Nobel Prize," Su Yundao said.
"Hmm..." Zheng Ren pondered for a moment and said, "Ask Dr. Mehar's assistant if the prostate interventional embolization should be done together. Anyway, it's not a lot of trouble. It's not troublesome to bring a urinary catheter, so we can do it together. Bar."
"Boss, your memory is good. Do you still remember the prostate? Compared with the heart, this little thing is not that important." Su Yun's expression was artificial and slightly exaggerated.
"My heart is fine, didn't I tell you? I just said it was fine." Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun, as if he was looking at an idiot.
Mr. Yu shook his head.
The things Boss Zheng and Brother Yun said were too high-end, and it was difficult for me to understand them. Prostate surgery was originally a urological surgery, but some elderly patients are afraid to do it in urological departments.
Obedient to what he said, Boss Zheng is going to do a surgery for a very powerful old man... Boss Zheng, that is the job of our Department of Urology, please don't steal the surgery from us, okay
Mr. Yu was crying in his heart.