912, went there with a piece of torn paper, and emphasized that he was Zheng Ren’s patient...
For things like your registration number, you have to be known to others. Just take this piece of paper and go to the director of the B-ultrasound room of 912
He shook his head, but thinking about what Dean Xiao said to him yesterday, he became confused again. No wonder my distant relatives didn't believe it, and now that I saw the legendary Mr. Zheng, I didn't believe it either.
At such a young age, can he really see a doctor
Director Lao Pan had no doubts. He picked up the list and took a look at it. He said: "The difference between ovarian malignant tumors and fetal tumors is very small, so you can judge. We will wait until the diagnosis is finalized."
Zheng Ren immediately understood what Mr. Pan meant. He was so excited that he almost violated a taboo.
Who can be sure that they will not be misdiagnosed in their lifetime? It is an unspoken rule that peers help each other. Unless it's a big matter that makes people angry, usually no one will directly tell the patient that the doctor's previous treatment was wrong.
Even if it is wrong, you should say it tactfully and not cause trouble for others. Besides, Director Pan was right, I really can’t blame the doctors in the provincial capital for this matter.
It's really hard to tell. If you didn't have the ability to rebuild, you wouldn't know it. You can't just have a big pig's hooves for each person.
"It's really hard to tell. The teeth inside are not well developed and are too small to look good." Zheng Ren added sheepishly.
Old Director Pan smiled and introduced: "This is Dean Xiao's friend, Mr. Wu."
He did not mention the specific position or department, only Dean Xiao. Zheng Ren understood, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, "Zheng Ren."
"Mr. Zheng, I have long admired you." The man also stretched out his hand and shook Zheng Ren warmly.
"There's no big name, he's just a resident manager next to the director." Zheng Ren said politely.
"You're welcome." Old Director Pan waved his hand and said, "Director Xia said that the patient is ready to be sent to the operating room, and we will wait until the operation is completed."
"Director, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat after the surgery." Zheng Ren quickly postponed the meal.
If you have dinner with Director Pan, it's nothing. But since Mr. Wu is here, Dean Xiao probably has to go too, which would be very boring.
"Oh? Are you in such a hurry to go to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital?" How could Old Director Pan not understand Zheng Ren? He said half-truthfully: "Is Professor Gao urging me so urgently?"
"Affiliated Hospital of Medical University? What are you going to do?" Mr. Wu asked doubtfully.
"Doing teaching surgery. I urged Zheng Ren to go over and teach them the surgery. I couldn't even wait for a meal. It's so outrageous." Old Director Pan said this too straightforwardly, but being straightforward has the advantage of not using your brain. To think.
Just the literal meaning calmed Mr. Wu. Who is the person who can teach surgical procedures to professors from the Medical University Affiliated Hospital
If Zheng Ren said that, no one would believe it.
But Director Pan's mountain-like thickness, even if Zheng Ren is given more charm points by the system, can't keep up with Director Pan's white hair. This is an objective law, and there's nothing a big pig can do about it.
"Mr. Zheng, are you at 912 now? Come back when you have time. I'll treat you to a good gathering." Mr. Wu became much more polite in his words, and his title changed from "you" to "you".
"You're too polite. It will definitely cause trouble when you come back in the future." Zheng Ren responded casually.
Watching the three figures disappear at the door, the girl held the piece of paper in her hand and asked with some confusion: "Doctor, who was that... doctor just now?"
She has fallen into a state of chaos and can't speak clearly. Escape from death? This was almost the feeling. She couldn't even tell how complicated the emotions in her heart were.
I wanted to believe what the doctor said, but I was worried that if I believed it, I would still be disappointed.
"That's Mr. Zheng. He used to be the chief resident of our emergency department, but he was poached by Director Kong from 912." Sun Chao looked at Zheng Ren with admiration and said with envy.
"Is he the 912 doctor now?"
"You can say that. You are so lucky to have met Mr. Zheng. By the way, keep that piece of paper. If you go to the Imperial Capital, follow what Mr. Zheng said, go directly to 912 and find the director of the B-ultrasound room. Up?"
"Director Qi, the level of the health care team is very high." Li Sumei said with emotion: "I went to study, and the teacher who took me was the apprentice of Director Qi's apprentice, and he was also at the top level in the country."
She said, falling into a trance. Look at Mr. Zheng, he has been to 912 for less than half a year. He can write a piece of paper and go to Director Qi with it. Director Qi will definitely not refuse. How good is the relationship between the two
How awesome!
Li Sumei shook her head, started to pack the machine, and said with a smile: "Little girl, you are really lucky. I feel that Mr. Zheng's diagnosis is correct. You go directly to 912 and don't go anywhere else. This piece of paper , equivalent to a registered ticket, the ticket seller’s expert number from Director Qi can cost three to four thousand.”
The girl carefully folded the piece of paper and put it in her pocket. But then I felt it was not safe, so I took out the piece of paper again, trying to find a safer place.
"Don't be nervous, it'll be fine. Mr. Zheng has returned to 912 in the past few days. If he loses it, you can go directly to the interventional department to find him." Li Sumei said with a smile.
"Interventional department?" The girl tried hard to write down the name of the department and engraved it in her mind.
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Zheng Ren came to the operating room, and Mr. Wu stayed outside.
"Zheng Ren, when are you going to come back next time?" Old Director Pan asked while changing clothes.
"Come back when you have time. I really miss you." Zheng Ren said.
"Don't talk nonsense. Have you figured it out yourself?" Old Director Pan asked.
"Well, thank you, director."
"It doesn't matter, don't think about so many messy things, but do good deeds and don't worry about the future. If you can get the Nobel Prize, just get it. If you can't get it, why don't you stop doing clinical work?"
"Yes, yes." Zheng Ren smiled. What Director Lao Pan said was not very clear. The contradiction between clinical and basic research had not been resolved, but it cut off Zheng Ren's knot simply and crudely.
That's good, Zheng Ren thought. Doing good deeds without asking for reward. It seems like this, I only care about curing diseases and saving people, no Nobel Prize, that's it.
Changed clothes and entered the operating room. I saw the little lady busy helping to pack the things for surgery.
The patient is already lying on the operating table, and the head nurse is chatting with him to relieve tension. Zheng Ren knew that this should be a special instruction from Dean Xiao before the head nurse came forward.
Director Xia arrived with the patient. She smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng, I haven't seen you perform surgery for a long time. My classmate's portal hypertension has been cured, and he told me to let me take care of it for you."
Zheng Ren smiled.
"During the Chinese New Year, he prepared butchered pig dishes, but you were not at home at that time. It's a pity. I can only invite Director Pan out for a meal, assuming you are there." Director Xia said with a smile.
"Well, the food is good, and the blood sausage is particularly good." Old Director Pan sat directly on the chair in front of the console screen and said, "Director Xia, remember to call me when you kill the pigs during the Chinese New Year."