After hanging up the phone, Mr. Wang was about to go out when a figure tiptoed at the door and opened the door.
"Mr. Wang, you are here." Mr. Wang saw that it was the family member of the patient just now, but it was not the person who asked the patient to eat, but another person.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Mr. Wang, I would like to trouble you to come on stage during the operation later." The patient's family members bowed their waists slightly, with a polite smile, and closed the door behind them. They took out a thick envelope from their arms and were about to put it in. Mr. Wang's arms were stuffed.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Wang was displeased and said, "If you don't accept the red envelope, I won't do the surgery."
"Isn't this troublesome for you? Please come on stage. After all, you are an expert in the imperial capital. How can we have a good doctor in Haicheng?" The patient's family members were very anxious when they saw that Mr. Wang was not polite, and handed the envelope to the doctor on duty. He threw it on the bed in the room, bowed deeply and said, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to trouble you during the operation."
After saying that, he turned around and ran away, not giving Mr. Wang a chance to refuse.
This is such a big deal, Mr. Wang held the envelope and smiled bitterly, with the words of Mr. Su from the 912 Vascular Department in his mind.
Is Boss Zheng’s surgery already so powerful? World number one? Mr. Su is usually very steady, how could he give such a judgment
It can't be!
Boss Zheng's surgery is indeed powerful, but it is not regarded as a teaching surgery. Let the chief director of a department in 912 stay in general practice and still study so late.
And to say it’s learning is a nice way of saying it.
He thought and weighed the red envelope.
It was about two thousand yuan, Mr. Wang smiled.
If you do the surgery yourself, you'll just have to accept it. But if Boss Zheng of the operating room accepts it, something will go wrong.
It's really troublesome, and I have to pay the hospitalization fee, Mr. Wang thought to himself as he weighed the money.
…
Zheng Ren explained the condition to the patient's family and talked a lot. He found that after his intervention reached the top, his ability to explain his illness seemed to have improved. The language is more concise and easier to understand.
Maybe it’s because I have a deeper understanding of anatomy and disease.
After giving instructions to Mr. Wang before the operation, Zheng Ren said hello and went to the operating room. Taking his mobile phone and leaving a message for Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren walked out of the ward and saw Feng Xuhui standing at the door of the ward, looking out the window, waiting quietly.
The largest trolley case was placed next to Liu Xiaojie, quietly waiting for the call.
"Xiao Feng, let's go." Zheng Ren greeted.
"Mr. Zheng, is this thrombectomy surgery?" Feng Xuhui asked.
"Hey, do you all know about thrombectomy surgery?"
"I have learned all the interventional surgeries, just to give a general idea. I thought, I have to know what you need, Mr. Zheng." Feng Xuhui said to Zheng Ren with a smile.
"Well, keep working hard." Zheng Ren patted Feng Xuhui on the shoulder and passed Liu Xiaojie, still not noticing her existence and treating her as nothing.
Liu Xiaojie was curious, was Boss Zheng pretending to be a gentleman, or did he really not see him? When he was in the imperial capital, Zhou Chunyong still talked to himself with a smile no matter how hard he insisted.
She was confident in her appearance, so she must be faking it. Men are all stupid, Liu Xiaojie thought to herself.
Arriving at the operating room, Zheng Ren changed his clothes and walked in.
"Mr. Zheng, you said you are so busy and annoying." Chu Yanzhi complained: "At this point, shouldn't you be lying at home and watching TV dramas? You have to work overtime."
"Come to 912." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "I'm free, there's nothing to do."
"Tch, bragging."
"Really, I'm not in charge of the emergency department, so I work during the day and have weekends off, and I can also go out and do knife-throwing. By the way, Su Yun said that I might go to Inner Mongolia soon. Are you two interested?"
"Inner Mongolia? Why are you going?"
"Someone asked me to do an operation at a hospital in Horqin Right Wing Middle Banner. I wanted to play there by the way. I have never been there, but I heard from Su Yun that there is a desert where you can go camping and have a bonfire."
"Okay!" Chu Yanzhi jumped up excitedly.
The generation who grew up in the city rarely see such rare things as camping bonfires and the full moon in the desert.
Not to mention the full moon in the desert, if the haze is light enough to see the moon, it must be considered good weather.
"By the way, the patient is under local anesthesia, what are you doing here?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Mr. Wang said he wanted to cut off the intestines, so I didn't leave." Chu Yanzhi said: "It turns out there's no need for me."
"I think the intestines can still be preserved, so don't leave yet. If I can't do it, I'll have to call you over."
"Mr. Zheng, do you think it's really good to train students with a standard like this?"
"Fortunately." Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Guipei students cannot be on duty independently. There are few people in our hospital, so it's the same. By the way, do you still report to the teachers from the university? "
"It's still more at the beginning, but my sister and I have high standards. What's there to say?" Chu Yanzhi said with a smile: "Who said that the regulation trainees can't be on duty? My sister and I have certificates, and we are in accordance with national requirements. , must be on duty independently.”
"Go for anesthesia. Just kidding, I still need general anesthesia." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Um?"
"The patient has severe abdominal pain, and there will be risks if local anesthesia is given. Although it can be done reluctantly, general anesthesia is better." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
The patient has been delivered, and Chu Yanzhi jumped to give the patient anesthesia. Zheng Ren looked at Chu Yanzhi's back and still couldn't figure it out. Even if they were fraternal twins, the personality gap would be too big.
"Xiao Feng, where is the box? Let me take a look at the consumables." Zheng Ren walked into the operation room and asked.
Liu Xiaojie pushed the box over and stood aside and watched quietly. When Feng Xuhui saw Zheng Ren reaching out, he immediately pulled the box and opened it.
"Slow down, don't be in a hurry." Zheng Ren squatted down and started picking out various supplies.
"Mr. Zheng, please take a look and see if there's anything missing." Feng Xuhui said, "I prepared it all myself, and I never had a chance to let you take a look."
Zheng Ren took a look and found that the basic consumables were all there. If there were some that were not available, I could use existing consumables to replace them, so I smiled and said nothing. Pick out what you want and give it to the traveling nurse.
"Where's the beauty?" the traveling nurse asked.
"Send the director home. He will be back soon." Zheng Ren went to wash his hands.
Then Zheng Ren sat on the sofa in the back and watched Chu Yanzhi busy through the leaded glass, thinking about the recent events in his mind.
If the thrombectomy goes smoothly, there will be no need to insert a catheter for thrombolysis. In this case, you can go to the provincial capital once and then return to the imperial capital to continue the tip surgery. Ordinarily Dr. Mehar is arriving soon, so the second-stage surgery shouldn't be very difficult. Let's just do the prostate surgery on him.
As for the Nobel Prize, Zheng Ren no longer thinks about it. If you can't get clinical procedures, then you can't get them, it doesn't matter.
As long as you are happy, that's fine.