After the operation, Su Yun sat lazily on the podium of the step classroom, explaining in Chinese the questions of dozens of experts and professors.
Zhou Chunyong fainted on stage. Although he didn't see it, he could clearly feel the changes in his techniques before and after. There must be something wrong there. Director Zhou looked tough, but after all, the interventional surgery required wearing dozens of kilograms of lead clothing.
In addition, the boss has no habit of eating...
Thinking of this, Su Yun smiled.
Zhou Chunyong suffered from hypoglycemia due to exhaustion. I don’t know how many people will suffer from hypoglycemia in the future.
There were countless questions, but Su Yun sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and answered them one by one calmly.
He always gets to the point and makes the questioner fall into deep thought.
Within half an hour, everyone was silent. Some have expressions of enlightenment on their faces, while others are deep in thought.
Su Yun's cell phone rang, and he took a look and answered the call.
"Feng, what's wrong?"
"Oh, the boss wants to take Heizi with him, okay. I forgot about this. Have you contacted me yet?"
"Okay, that's settled then."
Su Yun didn't deliberately control the volume, and didn't even turn off the microphone in front of him, just chatting on the phone carelessly.
This is the privilege of those with superior technology, and Su Yun enjoys this feeling.
In the audience, more than a dozen directors from various places who have close relations with Zhou Chunyong looked thoughtful. It was obvious that Boss Zheng was going to throw a knife.
And the simultaneous translators behind more than 20 foreign experts took the opportunity to translate what Su Yun just said on the phone.
12.35 seconds later, a Swiss expert stood up and asked: "Is Dr. Zheng going to perform surgery elsewhere?"
"Yes, the flight is tomorrow." Su Yun replied lazily.
Many experts and professors who had seen twenty operations were still unsatisfied. When they heard that there was another operation, they immediately started asking where to go.
These people all know surgery. Although the technical level is uneven, the gap is not big.
There are two domestic directors whose level is a bit inferior and they don’t quite understand it. If no one fights for it, they will just get over it.
You can just ask Director Zhou to throw a knife, but you have to learn it yourself.
But the scene before them far exceeded their expectations. I wanted to leave, but when I saw that foreign experts and domestic colleagues were going to follow me, I hesitated.
If you don’t go, it seems like you’ve missed out on 100 million.
The thoughts of wanting to study and fear of missing out on 100 million are sowing, brewing, fermenting, and then bursting out.
Su Yun had no time to deal with this group of people. They were just NPCs who opened the map. After the operation is completed, the problems are explained, the fees charged are explained, and the rest is left to your own business.
It doesn't matter whether they do tips surgery or not when I go back. The second batch of people who came to study have already sent emails to Zheng Ren like crazy. The next three or five batches of people will not have to worry.
He put his phone away and wrote the address of the knife attack on the blackboard. Without further explanation, he walked directly out of the ladder classroom.
The moment he left, the classroom began to boil.
Simultaneous interpreters book flights for foreign experts.
There are only 12 hours, there are very few flights to that side, and there are no seats left.
After a quarrel, the Swiss professor picked up his cell phone and called the consulate in the Imperial Capital for help.
His actions alerted others.
More than 20 foreign experts and professors belong to 9 countries.
At this moment, the imperial capital began to tremble slightly.
The ambassadors from nine consulates in China received calls for help from domestic medical experts almost simultaneously. After writing down the matter, they called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Radio waves were transmitted over the imperial capital, and the demonstration surgery had turned into a diplomatic event, but Zheng Ren had no idea how lively it was.
After getting off the stage, he comforted Zhou Chunyong, made an appointment to meet in his office, and then followed Zhu Liangchen to see a patient with gastric artery embolism.
"Boss Zheng, the gastric Sarcina you mentioned has really been detected." Zhu Liangchen introduced the patient's condition as he walked.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren responded.
In his opinion, it is necessary to detect it, but if it cannot be detected, it will be a big deal!
"It's true that I didn't pay attention and did the clinical work carelessly." Zhu Liangchen began to self-examine, "Now the patient's blood in the stool has disappeared, and relevant treatment is being carried out in accordance with your doctor's orders."
"Then continue." Zheng Ren said: "One week after the operation, do an abdominal CT scan and send me the film for a look."
Zheng Ren is like the director, and Zhu Liangchen is like the little doctor in charge of the bed. One gives the doctor's orders, and the other constantly responds.
"Boss Zheng, how should we perform surgery on this kind of patient?" Zhu Liangchen asked tentatively.
"I haven't thought about it carefully." Zheng Ren said honestly, "I've been too busy recently. Dr. Mehar has completed his heart surgery and will have to undergo interventional embolization of the prostate in two days. I don't have time to accompany you tomorrow. I'm flying to Inner Mongolia."
Although Zhu Liangchen was a little bit slanderous, he didn't dare to say it.
He laughed along and led the way. His waist was slightly bent, and he was extremely attentive. The Zhu Laowu from before could still be seen.
The two of them first looked at the patient's various recent laboratory tests. Zheng Ren had an idea before going for a physical examination.
Physical examination and systematic diagnosis mutually confirmed that the patient's risk of bleeding has indeed temporarily disappeared.
"Director Zhu, the patient is relatively stable, but the medicine still has to be used for a while." Zheng Ren said in the ward.
The little patient's mother was surprised to see Zhu Liangchen, who had gray hair on his temples, bending his waist slightly, while the little doctor next to him had a calm demeanor, explaining things like a director.
She felt weird but said nothing.
"Boss Zheng, I took note of it." Zhu Liangchen held a notebook in his hand and wrote what Zheng Ren said on it with a ball pen.
It seems like he has gone back to twenty or thirty years ago when he was a young doctor and followed the director on ward rounds.
Zheng Ren explained a few more things that needed attention, and then walked out with Zhu Liangchen.
The patient's mother was startled, Boss Zheng? This name sounds so familiar.
She thought hard, but in the end she couldn't figure out where she had heard of this boss Zheng.
"Mom, I don't want to eat tonight." The girl said delicately.
"No, Director Zhu said, drink less porridge. Otherwise, your stomach will get smaller and smaller as you get hungrier. Don't shrink in the end." The woman said.
"Director, look at him, he can't even straighten up when talking to that little doctor. If I had known this, I might as well have waited and done it at Aunt Lin's place."
Lin Jiaojiao, for a moment the woman remembered what Lin Jiaojiao said.
Boss Zheng, isn't he the person Lin Jiaojiao wants to find for her? After going around in a big circle, I finally returned to the starting point.
No, it's a lot worse than where it started. The postoperative reaction was severe, just like what Lin Jiaojiao described, even worse than what she described.
If I had known... I wouldn't have come here, the woman thought, feeling a little regretful.