Liu Xiaojie is very unfamiliar with this place, and it is not like Feng Xuhui has a faint sense of intimacy.
She stood in the operating room and looked around the operating room. The equipment was from five years ago, but it looked very new. It had probably not been used a few times.
Such a small place...
"Xiaojie, take a seat." Feng Xuhui sorted the things in the box into categories and then closed it, feeling relieved.
"Manager Feng, did Mr. Zheng work here before?" Liu Xiaojie sat down and asked calmly.
She had a preliminary understanding of this doctor who was trying to flatter the manager of her company. Although she was not very impressed by places like Mayo, and she had just graduated, and she still had a youthful and frivolous attitude. I don’t think Mr. Zheng is that powerful.
"Well, I was selling the company's products in the Northeast region at that time, and I met Mr. Zheng through a promotion event." Feng Xuhui limped and put the box somewhere out of the way, and also found a sofa familiarly. sit down.
Liu Xiaojie felt that it was really bad for a small hospital in a shabby fourth-tier city and a manager who was limping and looking a little funny.
This is not the life I want. In my imagination, after graduation, I will become an urban white-collar beauty, working nine to five. Become an elite in the industry while busy! Instead of running to a fourth-tier small city with this stupid and disabled manager, rushing to deliver supplies to a doctor who is less than thirty years old and is said to be very good.
If Liu Xiaojie hadn't been looking for the reason for the failure, she would not have been willing to deal with it.
There is no experience worth learning at all, everything is messy and does not conform to Liu Xiaojie's aesthetics.
"Xiaojie, that's Mr. Wang from 912." Feng Xuhui introduced Liu Xiaojie in a low voice. He thought this girl was quite capable. He followed her all the way without complaining.
"912? 912 in the Imperial Capital?"
"Well, in December last year, Director Kong suggested poaching Mr. Zheng to 912, but Mr. Zheng was worried about his family. So 912 hired four hospital chiefs to replace Mr. Zheng, and they came. They will probably go back soon. Next time I don’t know who will come again." Feng Xuhui told a fact.
Uh... Liu Xiaojie was stunned for a moment.
Mayo and visiting professors are too far away for Liu Xiaojie. A recent graduate will not think that he is so awesome.
However, few people in China don’t know the name of 912.
Except for taking the postgraduate entrance examination, none of her classmates could be admitted to a tertiary first-class hospital at the same level as 912.
Even if you graduate from a master's degree or a Ph.D., only very few can be left behind. Feng Xuhui's words unintentionally touched a sensitive area in Liu Xiaojie's heart.
For medical students, large top tertiary hospitals in China naturally have a sacred worship.
Is he so powerful
If I could go to 912, I would be so happy that I wouldn't be able to sleep for days and nights. But Mr. Zheng was still unwilling, and actually forced 912 to send four inpatients to come to this ravine for support.
Seeing Liu Xiaojie's dull expression, Feng Xuhui smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng is very powerful."
Liu Xiaojie was speechless, looking through the leaded glass at the legendary Mr. Zheng who was undergoing surgery inside. It was him, Director Zhou Chunyong, who gave up the imported consumables he had used for many years without hesitation, and did not hesitate to break up the old relationship.
She is not stupid, she already knew that her failure was due to this reason.
It's just because he doesn't want to admit it, or because Zheng Ren is too young and doesn't look like a respected professor, but like a classmate. Deep down in Liu Xiaojie's heart, there was still a trace of arrogance.
"Why is he doing the surgery alone?" Liu Xiaojie suddenly realized something was wrong and asked in surprise.
Surgery cannot be done by one person. The teacher said this when she was in school and kept saying it, so she was deeply impressed.
"There's no way, what about interventional surgery? There aren't many people in the first hospital in the city." Feng Xuhui said: "In the past, there were rich people who helped Mr. Zheng, and Brother Yun could also do it. But this time Mr. Zheng came back in a hurry, so I just I can do it alone."
Fugui'er, this name... is really full of country flavor. It seems like this is the second time Manager Feng has mentioned this name.
Unconsciously, Liu Xiaojie's impression of this place became a little bit worse. Even the laminar air in the operating room that I breathed had an earthy smell.
"Brother Feng, what are you busy with?" Xie Yiren walked in with crooked eyebrows and smiled at Feng Xuhui. But before Feng Xuhui could speak, she habitually came to the corner and had a bird's eye view of the whole place. Something happened in the operating room. I sat down where I could as soon as possible.
Mr. Wang looked at the operations on the machine screen in the operation room and was a little confused.
He couldn't understand interventional surgery, but he could still see the problem with basic films. Just like Boss Zheng’s previous judgment, it was superior mesenteric vein thrombosis.
The incidence of this disease is not high, and the possibility of comorbidity with Crohn's disease is also low. Boss Zheng's diagnosis is really amazing, Mr. Wang thought to himself.
However, because he did not know how to perform interventional surgery, he could not appreciate the power of Boss Zheng's surgery. He simply felt that the surgery was done very quickly.
It should be a very simple operation, Mr. Wang thought. I hope that the video of this operation will be sent to Mr. Su so that they can escape from the clutches of the director.
More than ten minutes later, the airtight lead door opened, and Xie Yi and the circulating nurse went in to pack things and help Zheng Ren apply a dressing to the puncture point.
Mr. Wang quickly downloaded the surgery video, then greeted Zheng Ren and used the hotspot link to send the surgery video.
"Mr. Su, the video has been sent to your mailbox." After sending it, Mr. Wang called his home.
On the phone, the roaring voice of the director of the vascular department could be heard vaguely, as if he was angry because the ringing of the phone interrupted his train of thought.
Mr. Su gave a feeble defense and hurriedly hung up the phone without even having time to say a word to himself.
Still the same, Mr. Wang smiled.
When I was at home, I felt that the directors’ style was a little rough. But after being out for a long time, I miss it a little bit.
I have learned and become proficient in many surgeries here, and I should be able to scare them when I go back, Mr. Wang thought with a smile.
Take the time to go back, wait for the patient to fully recover from the anesthesia, and then carry the patient to the flat car with Zheng Ren and send him to the ICU for care overnight.
"The effect is pretty good. There is no need to insert a catheter for thrombolysis." Zheng Rendao: "Normally speaking, the condition should gradually recover in about 3 days after the operation. If you feel uneasy, you can do a vascular CTA when the patient's condition permits. .”
"Oh, okay." Mr. Wang felt that it was not a major surgery and there was no need to be particularly concerned about it.
Even if it means cutting off a section of intestine, it's not a big deal, it's just a basic surgery.