"Hello, Director Zhou." Zheng Ren suddenly had an epiphany, smiled slightly, and stood up.
"Why didn't you tell me when you came back?" Director Zhou said slightly reproachfully.
"I just came back. I miss the director. Come back and have a chat." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
He smiled, very faintly, very gently, and the knot in his heart was opened. Although it did not disappear into nothingness so quickly, it was not like the lumps in his chest that were there yesterday.
Director Zhou sighed, looking at Zheng Ren's current life, he looks exactly like Tony Leung. Tony Leung would go to London to feed the pigeons when he had nothing to do, and Boss Zheng would go back to Haicheng to chat with Mr. Pan when he had nothing to do.
Are the days in the imperial capital so busy
Isn't it said that the doctors over there perform operations from morning to night, and are not idle for a while, until they are almost dead from exhaustion
It doesn't look like Zheng Ren either.
"Really, let me know as soon as possible next time you go home, and I will take someone to pick you up at the airport." Director Zhou was thinking about all kinds of things in his mind, and he was polite to Zheng Ren.
"You're welcome, Director Zhou." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I didn't ask for leave there. After the operation last night, I thought of my old director and came back on the spur of the moment. I usually don't have time."
Director Zhou felt relieved and his three views were finally saved.
"Are you busy there?" Director Zhou asked casually.
"I don't know." Zheng Ren said.
"..." Director Zhou was stunned for a moment. Zheng Ren immediately said: "I just flew back from Heidelberg. I didn't go to the department. I came back directly. I'm not at home, so I probably won't be very busy."
"You're going to... Heidelberg? Professor Rudolf Wagner's hospital?"
"Well, let's go take a look." Zheng Ren said.
Director Zhou has been busy with a medical dispute these days. The live broadcast of the surgery in Xinglin Garden has nothing to do with him, so he didn't pay attention to it.
He sighed in his heart, Boss Zheng is really awesome. He has a German professor as his assistant and can go to Heidelberg casually.
It seems that the imperial capital is also very busy.
"Boss Zheng, I just wanted to contact Director Wang, but you just happened to be back, so I'll trouble you."
"what's up?"
"A relative of a leader in the city had liver cancer that recurred after surgery last year at the Shanghai Hepatobiliary Surgery Clinic. Now there is no other way, so they suggested interventional treatment. Didn't I find Dean Xiao and ask someone to do it? .”
"Oh, you want to find Teacher Gao?"
"Boss Zheng, don't call me that." As soon as I mentioned Teacher Gao, hearty laughter came from outside the office, and Gao Shaojie arrived.
We haven't seen each other for several months. Only Su Yun contacted Gao Shaojie via email to discuss the tips surgery project. At this time, Zheng Ren was also very happy to see him again. He stretched out his hands to hold Gao Shaojie's hands.
"Boss Zheng, now that you have gone to the Imperial Capital, your platform is different and the energy you exert is different. I have seen your growth in the past few months. I think it is like a myth." Gao Shaojie said with a smile. .
"No way, no way."
"I still remember that I told you at that time that it was best not to hit me with the hemostatic forceps. After watching the public teaching surgery you performed at Mayo, I really wanted to be hit by you with the hemostatic forceps a few more times." Gao Shaojie said with a smile. .
Professor Liu was smiling from behind. In fact, he was the one who wanted to be hit with the hemostatic forceps the most. Without the sterile cap, you can see that his head is slightly bald, and it shines brightly under the sunlight, which makes him look particularly happy.
Zheng Ren never went to the provincial hospital after having surgery. Professor Liu's tips surgery was led by Gao Shaojie.
But no matter how he took it, Professor Liu felt that something was missing.
At first he thought it was Gao Shaojie who was hiding something secret, but the recent live broadcast teaching surgery made him realize that the gap between him and Gao Shaojie was only as far as Boss Zheng's hemostatic pliers.
There are so many small details that most people don’t notice. But Boss Zheng's hemostatic pliers can notice it, and like a summoned beast, as long as there is something wrong, he will definitely call him over without hesitation.
He longed to be baptized by Boss Zheng's hemostatic pliers.
But Gao Shaojie was reminiscing about the past, and Professor Liu could only stand aside and watch silently. It would definitely be embarrassing if I went up at this time. Even Professor Liu was not sure whether Boss Zheng still remembered him. He habitually touched his head with his hands. It is said that doing so can increase the blood supply of capillaries and grow new hair. But in fact, it has no effect.
There were more and more people, and Director Pan didn't expect it to be like this. Moreover, Director Zhou had something to do. Although he didn't say it directly, it seemed that he was not ready to let Zheng Ren go, so he smiled and asked everyone to go about their business, and made an appointment to have dinner together in the evening.
After Old Director Pan gave him a heads-up, Zheng Ren felt much better. At least he no longer had a straight face and smiled slightly.
"Director Zhou, where is the patient?" Zheng Ren asked. It was still early, so he thought that if the patient hadn't eaten, he would just do the examination and then do the surgery early tomorrow morning at the latest. After the operation, he had to hurry up and rush back to the imperial capital.
This time it was my own willfulness, and it was certainly not the normal state of life. But in life, there are always times when you will be willful.
"In the Department of Gastroenterology, Boss Zheng, would you like to give me a hand?" Director Zhou asked.
Zheng Ren was a little strange, why didn't he live in the oncology department? But as for the patients, the situation is all kinds of strange. The most reasonable explanation is that the patient himself did not know the condition, and his family also concealed the condition to prevent the patient from having such high psychological pressure, so he was admitted to the Department of Gastroenterology.
"Go and see if you have eaten in the morning. If not, do a CT first." Zheng Ren said.
Saying goodbye to Director Pan for the time being, everyone came to the Department of Gastroenterology.
It's just past nine o'clock, and today we have a ward round in the Department of Gastroenterology. There is the youngest doctor pushing the medical record cart in the back. The doctor in charge of the bed reports the patient's condition. Director Xia is checking the patients one by one and changing the diagnosis and treatment measures according to the changes in the condition.
This process is very long and will not end until at least eleven or twelve noon.
People who are used to surgery are very disdainful of this kind of ward rounds, thinking it is a waste of time. This kind of thing rarely happens in surgery, and if it does, it can be dealt with once and for all.
After all, I have to have surgery early in the morning. Who has time to polish it bit by bit
Moreover, surgical patients are basically fine after the operation, and do not need to adjust their diagnosis and treatment medications little by little.
This is a huge difference between internal medicine and surgery.
Surgery is mainly about surgery. If the surgery is done well, the patient will recover quickly. Internal medicine, on the other hand, focuses on dialectics. If medicine is used well, patients will recover quickly.
A young doctor who fell at the end changed his face the moment he saw Director Zhou, and he quickly called Director Xia.
The medical department responsible for handling doctor-patient disputes has such a high status in the hearts of ordinary doctors that he has trouble running smoothly. I accidentally bumped into the medical record cart and made an ouch.
This is true in every hospital. Nowadays, there are more and more doctor-patient disputes. The burden on the shoulders of the director of the medical department is getting heavier and heavier, and his face is getting more and more ugly.
"Director Zhou, they are so afraid of you." Gao Shaojie said with a smile.
"There's nothing I can do. Recently, the Department of Gastroenterology has had two major rescue operations involving vomiting blood, but they couldn't be rescued. The patients' families are still making trouble at my place."
Just as he was talking, Director Xia hurriedly walked out of the ward. Followed by the deputy director and the chief physician, they turned back from the ward and flew out like a white arrow.