When they arrived at the interventional department, they stopped talking and even Hu Hai became quiet. Zheng Ren started watching movies.
Looking at Zheng Ren standing in front of the film reader, watching the film intently, Liu Xiaojie fell into a trance.
The professor with the sideburns next to him stood as cautiously as a student. From his back, you could see a kind of respect from the bottom of his heart.
This boss Zheng does have something to say, Liu Xiaojie thought to herself.
While watching and communicating, family members of patients would point at the door and whisper something from time to time.
Liu Xiaojie listened attentively, probably talking about the fact that the professor who came today was a returnee professor from the world's number one hospital.
Then there are some things that I can’t even listen to. For example, the doctor who watched the movie looked young, which means he knows how to take care of himself, but he is actually over 70 years old.
No matter what happens, as long as it spreads out, even the people involved will not be able to identify what it will become in the end. Liu Xiaojie really wanted to ask the person who spoke how to maintain herself in her seventies to look like she is in her twenties.
Zheng Ren not only watched the films, but also the results of various examinations.
Gao Shaojie knew Zheng Ren's habits very well and was fully prepared for all examinations. Whenever Zheng Ren needed it, he would report the values casually without even looking at the test sheets.
This is such a thorough preparation, Liu Xiaojie sighed with emotion. Even if I am a clinical intern and have to do ward rounds the next day, I will not memorize all the test orders.
But Professor Gao was able to achieve this step. It was obvious that there was more respect for Boss Zheng, and it could even be said to be awe.
As a patient with only 6 tip surgeries, Zheng Ren quickly read through the films and test sheets. Gao Shaojie's work was very meticulous, and Zheng Ren had nothing to find fault with. After looking around the patients and confirming that everything was correct, the first patient was sent for surgery.
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Imperial City, 912, Interventional Department.
Zheng Ren was not here, and he had just returned from abroad, so his hospital bed was unusually empty.
Chang Yue walked around boredly, looking at other people's patients walking in the corridor from time to time. Seeing her intentions, she really wanted to catch her for a chat.
"I said, how about you sit down and sit down?" Su Yun despised Chang Yue's behavior. "If you have time to read, take a postgraduate entrance examination or something, there will be no future for you as an undergraduate."
"Future?" Chang Yue turned around, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Su Yun seriously, "You, a guy who drinks heavily and plays games every day, tell me about your future?"
"Hey, what does drinking a lot of wine mean?" Su Yun said unhappily.
"By the way, it's not a big drink. With your scumbag drinking capacity, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have drank too much last night."
"It's not last night, it was early this morning, 4 hours ago." Su Yun corrected seriously, "And I'm still far from drunk. Look how sober I am now."
"In my opinion, it's true that you should read a book when you have time. The rising star of the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department of the Imperial Capital is being suppressed by Mr. Zheng. Are you embarrassed?"
"I have my arrangements, and I want you to take care of them." Su Yun curled his lips, and at the same time, his cell phone rang.
He took out his cell phone, answered the call, and left in a hurry.
Chang Yue watched Su Yun change clothes and leave the hospital and breathed a sigh of relief. During the dozens of hours when Zheng Ren and Xiao Yiren were away, she and Su Yun had two drinks.
This guy has such a character that he just waits for death, so he can't talk about his future.
The salary in 912 is quite high, and I live a very comfortable and satisfying life. This is the best future. Do you want anything else? Chang Yue believes that contentment is enough and there is no need for it at all.
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Su Yun changed clothes and hurriedly left the 912 hospital.
I didn't even take a car, so I took a small road to the restaurant at the back. When I found the small restaurant that made pork liver, I banged on the door.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't break the door." The short and fat boss wiped his hands with his apron, hurried over and opened the door.
"Brother Yun, why are you so irritable?" The boss didn't know when he had become familiar with Su Yun, and he called out "Brother Yun" very happily.
"Where's the stuff?"
"It's ready for you, Brother Yun. I personally watched the pigs being killed and the livers taken out this morning. Isn't it said that your doctors all use mice for experiments? Why are you still here to get livers from me? ?”
"You don't understand even after I tell you." Su Yun looked at the boss with a smile and said, "You may need some more in a few days. Then just raise the price as hard as you can."
"Look what you said, it's just a fresh pork liver. I'll try to open something."
"If I don't buy it, I'll be responsible for introducing it. Anyway, it's a bit of income. Do you want to earn it or not." Su Yun took the plastic bag from a stout middle-aged man about forty years old and said with a smile: "Old man Zhang, your physique is so strong again."
"Hehe." The middle-aged man smiled honestly and touched the back of his head with his hand, which still had some blood.
Su Yun didn't chat much with the boss or the waiter, and took the fresh liver and called a taxi directly back to Palme d'Or's home.
Erhei stuck out his tongue and rushed forward to make out with Su Yun.
"Be good, I'll cook liver for you later." Su Yun touched Erhei's head.
As if Erhei understood Su Yun's words, he squatted on the ground and refused to cause trouble. Su Yun smiled and put the pork liver on the cutting board. Instead of taking the kitchen knife, he took it out from the bedroom, which Zheng Ren said had been set aside for dissection. He also took out a blade and a pair of sterile gloves. .
Light a cigarette, hold it in your mouth, put on sterile gloves, and start the dissection.
"233 US dollars is really expensive." Su Yun said to himself.
It was not difficult to watch Zheng Ren perform anatomy, and Su Yun was sure that he had seen and understood all the details.
Zheng Ren and Xiao Yiren ran back to Haicheng. They were bored and happened to do anatomy exercises.
Although he was sure that he knew how to master it, and that he could surpass most people if he got started, Su Yun did not dare to say that he was definitely better than Zheng Ren.
That monster, Su Yun curled his lips, and he knew how to be pretentious. Is this what a surgical dog should do
I inquired with Mr. Wang and found out that Zheng Ren was not idle when he returned and performed many operations. This guy only knows how to perform surgery, but he really doesn't know anything else. However, the surgery and dissection were done so well that Su Yun felt a slight sense of crisis.
I have always been the object of admiration by others. Ever since I met Zheng Ren, I seem to have become more and more accustomed to his strength. This is wrong.
The strongest person should be himself. Su Yun squinted his eyes, tilted his head slightly to one side, and held the cigarette in his mouth. The hands were very steady and the dissecting movements were very delicate. Half of the fresh pig liver was dissected bit by bit by stripping off the cocoons.
Not an ordinary anatomy, but the kind of anatomy that Zheng Ren showed during his teaching class.
If you just look at the knife skills, even Zheng Ren would be a little surprised. It should be that he is doing anatomy.
Who would have thought that Su Yun, who had never done any similar dissection before, would already be close to Zheng Ren's level. We must surpass that guy, Su Yun thought in his mind while concentrating on the dissection.
The movements of Su Yun's hands were very gentle, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously. The cigarette had been burned to the end, and the ashes had not fallen. It was steady, like his hands.