Zhou Chunyong is very happy.
People in their fifties, at the age when they know their destiny, should not be overwhelmed by everything.
But he could feel that the transparent ceiling went from being indestructible to cracking as Boss Zheng's hemostatic pliers hit it.
It hasn't broken yet, and Zhou Chunyong doesn't know when it will break.
But as long as you persist, one day it will break.
Perhaps, the next time the hemostatic forceps are tapped, you will hear a splashing sound.
The sky above is so pure and the air is so delicious. I never thought that one day I would be able to make another breakthrough in technology!
After the sixth patient was finished, Zhou Chunyong and Zheng Ren turned around and stepped off the stage.
Behind him, there is a team of professors wearing sterile gowns and gloves, ready. After the two people left, the professor who led the team came directly up to take charge of the compressions.
This kind of behavior... Zheng Ren still felt very refreshed.
After all, as long as it can save surgery time, no matter what you do, it is right.
"Boss Zheng, when you were choosing the spot for the second time, you knocked on me. Why?" Zhou Chunyong didn't hide it at all and asked directly after getting off the stage.
"There's something wrong with your hand shape." Zheng Ren took off his sterile gloves, made a gesture, and said, "Here, like this, the puncture kit is easier to control."
Zhou Chunyong tried to make the same hand shape as Zheng Ren, but felt a little awkward.
Somewhat similar to small yoga postures, Zhou Chunyong's innate conditions are not enough.
Zheng Ren also knew that it was still difficult for him to do this, but it didn't matter. The point just now was just an insignificant position.
Even if the puncture kit is moved, it will not affect the surgical results, but will only reduce the system rating from 100% to 99.8.
Zheng Ren came to the operation room. An old man was sitting on the sofa. He nodded slightly when he saw Zheng Ren. Zheng Renze walked over respectfully and communicated with the old man.
Zhou Chunyong suddenly found a familiar figure standing in the operation room.
His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he swept over like a machete.
If it could be digitized, Zhu Liangchen had been cut in half, bleeding profusely, and died in pain.
It's a pity that looks can't kill, especially Zhu Liangchen who has made up his mind to start over.
"Director Zhou, the surgery was so beautiful!" Zhu Liangchen came up and did not say hello to Zheng Ren or interrupt the communication between him and Mr. Lin. Instead, he seemed to sincerely compliment Zhou Chunyong.
Zhou Chunyong did not deliberately show generosity or show disgust, but simply ignored Zhu Liangchen.
He made a gesture and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Lin, excuse me. Boss Zheng, my fingers don't seem to be good at this position. I don't have enough strength."
"Exercise more. The flexor muscles of the little finger and the lumbrical muscles themselves are not very developed. To control the puncture kit, the strength is still a little weak." Zheng Renping said calmly.
"To meet your requirements for fineness, I have to smash ten Wenwan walnuts." Zhou Chunyong said jokingly.
Zheng Ren smiled.
Someone else might come up and say something to make the atmosphere in the operating room more harmonious.
But Zheng Ren had no such intention.
There are still 14 surgeries, and they are expected to be completed before 4 p.m.
"Feng, ask Su Yun if the ticket has been booked." Zheng Ren asked.
"Okay." Feng Xuhui and Liu Xiaojie stood in the corner, pretending not to exist.
After hearing Zheng Ren's words, Feng Xuhui immediately agreed and started calling Su Yun.
Zhou Chunyong originally didn't want to go to Inner Mongolia because it was too far and too remote. Just for two surgeries, it was a waste of time.
But a technological breakthrough was like a piece of delicious cake. He was salivating and didn't want to miss any opportunity.
His mind had begun to waver.
"Mr. Zheng, the air ticket has been booked. The flight will depart at 10:15 tomorrow morning." Feng Xuhui said.
"Okay." Zheng Ren looked at Mr. Lin. The old man had nothing to say and was just thinking about what he had just said.
Zheng Ren did not disturb Mr. Lin. When the patient was brought in, he and Zhou Chunyong walked into the operating room.
The moment he walked in, Zheng Ren turned his head and smiled at Zhu Liangchen as a greeting.
As for whether Zhu Liangchen can feel his kindness while wearing a sterile mask on his face, it has nothing to do with Zheng Ren.
Feng Xuhui felt the subtle atmosphere in the operation room. He immediately put away his phone and hid in a corner.
In the imperial capital, the overt and covert fight between the two chief directors was just to please Boss Zheng... What is awesomeness? How awesome! Feng Xuhui thought to himself.
But I’m going to Horqin soon. Brother Yun said that he doesn’t need to prepare anything. He can just go and eat and drink with his mouth open. Is this really good
Feng Xuhui didn't listen to Su Yun. He had already contacted Ma Quan and allocated two vehicles in Horqin for emergencies.
Liu Xiaojie stood in the corner, looking at the two arrogant directors who had done work before but had not made any progress, and felt filled with emotion.
It's better to go to Changfeng Minimally Invasive Surgery. Holding Boss Zheng's thigh... I can't hold it, so I can only hold the thigh of Manager Feng in front of me.
He was walking with a limp, and he didn't know if he would fall down if he held his thigh, knocking out his front teeth.
Liu Xiaojie thought of a cold joke in her mind, and then silently observed the expressions and movements of everyone in the operation room.
This is growth, and Liu Xiaojie, who has just stepped out of campus, is eager to grow.
Zhu Liangchen didn't care at all about Zhou Chunyong's disregard. He came to Mr. Lin with a smile, said hello, then went to the operating table to drive the technician away, and watched the operation seriously.
When Liu Xiaojie was training at Lanke Company, someone told her that the directors of the two hepatobiliary wards in Imperial Capital were incompatible with each other, and she must pay attention to this.
If there are the same activities, they must be held once in each ward, and even the sequence must be thought through.
But now, Zhu Liangchen didn't care at all about Zhou Chunyong's ignorance. This cold disregard and faint but undisguised hostility can be felt even by Liu Xiaojie, who has just entered society.
How did Director Zhu Liangchen and Zhu endure things that even a salesperson himself couldn't bear
Although Liu Xiaojie knew the answer, she was always confused.
What kind of temptation can make a big boss put down his dignity and come to fight at all costs
She couldn't figure it out because she was just a recent graduate.
The seventh operation ended, and Zheng Ren and Zhou Chunyong walked out.
Zhu Liangchen stood up from the chair in front of the operating table with a smile, and greeted him regardless of Zhou Chunyong's cold eyes.
This is his advantage. With Boss Kong around, Zhou Chunyong cannot be too presumptuous.
So Zhu Liangchen was ready to maximize this advantage.
"Boss Zheng, you are busy."