Listening to Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar talking, Director Zhang Lin had no idea what they were talking about.
Swedish is a relatively unpopular language. Director Zhang Lin’s English listening and speaking skills are pretty good, but when she switches to Swedish, she doesn’t understand her at all.
She calmly observed the exchange between Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar. Although she did not understand Swedish, she knew what Dr. Mehar's question meant when she saw where Zheng Ren was pointing.
These are all the technical difficulties hidden under the water in what seemed to be an ordinary surgical procedure before.
It doesn't look strenuous at all, very simple and easy.
But Director Zhang Lin has installed at least hundreds and nearly a thousand pacemakers, and they have never been completed in ten minutes at a time.
The crushing power of technology is reflected in these seemingly ordinary operations.
Boss Zheng's technical level is really strong, Director Zhang Lin thought with emotion.
"Is there something wrong here?"
"The doctor is asking what means can be used to avoid the influence of tiny turbulence on the guide wire and blood."
“Everyone’s anatomy is different and there is no clinical universal significance.”
The staff behind Mehar were also experts in heart research, and they were discussing in low voices.
The communication between them was in English, which Director Zhang Lin could understand.
It seems that not only I recognize Boss Zheng’s level, but also these world-class experts and professors.
Not only did they approve, they probably didn’t know how Boss Zheng did it.
Director Zhang Lin smiled slightly when she thought of this.
Although she was not praising herself, she felt proud to see Boss Zheng standing on top of the world of interventional surgery.
Not only did he solve a difficult patient for himself, he also conquered the world's interventional doctors with surgery. This is something that Director Zhang Lin would never dare to think about.
Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar communicated for twenty minutes.
The operation only lasted ten minutes, but the communication and deduction actually took longer than the operation.
This is also expected. Dr. Mehar's level is extremely high. Although he is no longer able to perform surgery, his eyes are sharp and the questions he asks are some of the changes from the master level to the peak level.
Zheng Ren explained in detail, and at the same time he also made a judgment on Dr. Mehar's interventional surgery level.
This is a strong man, a very strong man.
According to interventional disciplines, Dr. Mehar should be at least in his fifties at that time. If you are practicing internal medicine, your fifties are considered the right age. But in surgery, those in their fifties are already past their golden age.
Being exposed to a new and unfamiliar subject and quickly climbing the skill tree to almost reach the peak level of a master is countless times more difficult than climbing the skill tree on your own.
The body of a person in their twenties is completely different from the body of a person in their fifties. Wearing lead clothing will definitely be more difficult.
He touched the ceiling, but by then he was already old and unable to cross it.
What a pity. The more Zheng Ren explained, the more obvious this feeling became. After all, Zheng Ren also lingered below the peak for a long time... In fact, it didn't take long, just a few months.
More than twenty minutes later, the health doctor accompanying Dr. Mehar came up and whispered to the doctor not to waste too much energy.
For the first time, the doctor ignored him and continued to discuss with Zheng Ren.
The second time, the doctor was furious and reprimanded him with a series of words that a jerk like Zheng Ren, who was proficient in all languages, could hardly understand.
The health doctor was a little embarrassed, so he had to stand aside secretly and look to Zheng Ren for help.
Zheng Ren understood, and after explaining a key point, he said with a smile: "Doctor, we have talked a lot today, and your health is important. If you are interested, we can continue the discussion tomorrow."
Hearing what Zheng Ren said, Dr. Mehar was about to scold him, but paused and slowly closed his eyes.
The old man looked a little tired, and the previous energy disappeared instantly, leaving only a dying old man.
After nearly a minute, Dr. Mehar nodded and said, "Then I'll go back and rest."
"We have prepared Chinese special meals for you, so you can experience our Chinese specialties." Zheng Ren said immediately.
Dr. Mehar waved his hand. In his opinion, what Zheng Ren just explained was the most delicious food in the world. Now, apart from trying to remember and recall what Zheng Ren said, he didn't want to eat at all.
Zheng Ren was also helpless and told Vice President Yuan what Dr. Mehar meant.
Vice President Yuan also felt a little regretful. He also wanted to have an in-depth exchange with Dr. Mehar. But no matter how you put it, the doctor is eighty years old and in very poor health. The exchange and discussion with Zheng Ren just now can be said to be the result of the explosion of the small universe.
If I want to go to eat again, I guess I really can’t do it.
It's a bit regretful, but it's just a bit regretful. Vice President Yuan's status is not enough to kowtow to the top professors in a certain subject.
When Dr. Mehar was sent away, Zheng Ren did not accompany him, but stayed in 912.
In Zheng Ren's view, Dr. Mehar is a patient, an old man who is unable to climb the scientific and technological tree, and deserves respect.
Professor Rudolf Wagner greeted Dr. Zheng Ren and reluctantly went to accompany Dr. Mehar.
After Dr. Mehar and his entourage got on the bus, he suddenly came down alone and said to Zheng Ren: "Dr. Zheng, the doctor said that when he performs the operation, he will use a screen projection to discuss the operation process with you. Do you have the relevant equipment here? ?If not, I will transfer it as soon as possible."
"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.
Are you obsessed to this extent? Although the difficulty of this operation is not comparable to that of the last grinding operation, it is still extremely difficult. It is estimated that Dr. Mehar's heart stent is full of blood clots, and if he is not careful, big problems will occur.
At this time, he still wants to study surgery
However, this was a request from an old scholar, and Zheng Ren could not bear to refuse.
He didn't know if there was similar equipment in the cath lab of the Department of Circulation Medicine. Normally, there shouldn't be.
After explaining Dr. Mehar's meaning to Vice President Yuan, Director Ye, and Director Zhang Lin, all three of them were surprised.
When you perform an operation on yourself, you still have to discuss the operation process. Is this not a crazy and life-saving rhythm
This kind of equipment is not available in the operating room of 912, which is a pity. So I had to tell the truth and let Dr. Mehar prepare himself.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the convoy leave.
"Boss Zheng, it's up to you to have the surgery in a few days." Director Ye smiled and said.
"I've never done this before..." Zheng Ren spread his hands, "operating and teaching patients at the same time. This is too strange. I still have to think about it."
Zheng Ren said it casually, and everyone else stood stunned.
Faced with the world's top experts, Boss Zheng still has the attitude of giving lectures