"It was the person hired by Mr. Zou Jiahua from Zou's Real Estate." The doctor said calmly, the subtext was clear, and Dr. Huo shook his head disdainfully.
"The 912 hospital is not famous for its neurological department. If you look for it in the mainland, it should be a hospital like Xiehe Hospital or Tiantan Hospital." Another person wondered.
"A while ago, Mr. Zou's poison was diagnosed as cardiac ion channelopathy by this doctor, and he underwent surgery. The postoperative effect was very good, without any..."
"That's just a coincidence." Dr. Huo packed up his things and said casually: "There is no evidence from modern science to diagnose a certain disease casually.
I believe you have seen a lot of this kind of diagnostic treatment in which medication and surgery are blindly based on symptoms. "
"912? Is it Dr. Zheng, who was nominated for the Nobel Prize this year? How did he diagnose it?" Dr. Wang suddenly asked.
"He said he didn't have time and asked Mr. Qin to fly to the Imperial Capital for further examination." The doctor who said this couldn't believe it. Is this Dr. Zheng so arrogant
The doctors here come from all over the world and are all experts in their profession. But Dr. Zheng actually asked Mr. Qin to fly to the imperial capital.
"What's the diagnosis?" Dr. Huo asked.
"He said in the email that it was initially thought to be acute narcolepsy."
Dr. Wang's eyes lit up.
"Impossible!" Dr. Huo packed up all his information and turned around to leave resolutely, "Poison, witch doctor, even wearing the cloak of modern science cannot change this fact. If Mr. Qin Lu chooses to find a witch doctor I have nothing to say about seeing a doctor.”
After saying that, he left the conference room on the top floor of Heyang directly.
There was no trace of curiosity about the diagnosis in the email.
This is not like a hospital, but like a top seven-star hotel.
There were not many people, which was completely opposite to the crowded situation of 912.
Dr. Wang was thoughtful. He did not leave in a hurry, but stopped the doctor who finally said the content of the email.
He vaguely remembered that this doctor was an expert at Heyang Hospital and a doctor who graduated from the Montreal Medical Center in Canada more than 20 years ago.
In total, he and I can be considered from the same school.
"Can you tell me how Dr. Zheng made the diagnosis?" Dr. Wang asked with a smile.
"There is no exact diagnostic process, only a preliminary diagnosis."
"Did he say anything else?" It was the first time Dr. Wang met a doctor who had the same diagnosis as his, so he was particularly interested.
But the answer is no.
In the end, he could only ask for Zheng Ren's email address and leave angrily.
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…
When Zheng Ren and Shi Huairu left, it was already half past five in the evening.
If it weren't for Dr. Mehar's energy, Zheng Ren felt that the two doctors would have to stay up all night to conduct research.
The hospital allocated another ward to Dr. Olson's team to place some urgently needed instruments. The signals transmitted by the instruments are returned to large laboratories in the United States, where calculations and corresponding post-processing work are performed.
It was agreed that Dr. Mehar would perform interventional embolization of the prostate in three days. The guidewire used was still a special guidewire that could transmit blood flow signals.
Zheng Ren did not ask Shi Huairu where he was going or what he was going to do.
Watching him leave without touching the ground with his toes, like a ghost, Zheng Ren highly suspected that this guy was not going to report for any work but was looking for a place to lie down until he grew old.
I have seen lazy people, but I have never seen such lazy people.
But because it was a special task, he couldn't ask too many questions. Director Pan had taught him this lesson when he was in Haicheng.
After leaving the special needs ward, Linge breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boss Zheng, I feel tired after watching your research today. Are you feeling well?" Lin Ge asked with a smile.
"It's okay." Zheng Ren said, "Director Lin has worked hard."
"He's a director, he's a deputy director, he still has no real power. But it's a good thing not to have real power now. It's just soy sauce. At my age, I don't want to make a career. There's not a lot of pressure, which is good." Lin Ge said.
"Dr. Mehar agreed to give two lectures if he returns to normal after the operation. What kind of academic conference is the hospital going to use this to hold?" Zheng Ren was a little confused.
"Well, it should be so." Lin Ge said: "Academic, it should be held, it is to improve the academic status."
Faced with the influx of patients, one can imagine the weakness of research. But there is nothing that can be done about it, Zheng Ren understands.
"Boss Zheng, let's have a meal together?" Lin Ge asked.
"No, I'm a little tired. I'm going home. See you tomorrow." Zheng Ren directly rejected Lin Ge's invitation.
Just now he said he wasn't tired, but this guy... Lin Ge helplessly looked at Zheng Ren turning away.
There is no resentment, just a little envy of this young man.
In a hospital, if the technical level is high, it means hardcore, and it is useless to say anything else.
The phone rang, Lin Ge took a look, and it turned out to be Ye Qingqiu.
At this point, he didn't let himself stop, and he was a little helpless.
"Boss Zheng's side is over, right?" Ye Qingqiu asked on the phone.
"just ended."
"The cardiothoracic surgery department has a hospital-wide consultation. You can preside over it."
"good."
After saying that, Ringer hung up the phone. He glanced at the time, 17:35. This point must be a big deal for the entire hospital to consult.
"Director Lin, is there a hospital-wide consultation?" Zheng Ren, who was about to leave, suddenly appeared next to Lin Ge and asked with a smile.
“…”
Lin Ge was cursing in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. He said, "Boss Zheng is interested? Let's go and see him."
"Yes." Zheng Ren happily accepted the invitation. The whole person's state was completely different from the state before when he refused Linger's desire to have dinner together without hesitation.
What a surgical dog! Lin Ge sighed inwardly.
The two of them walked all the way to the inpatient department. Zheng Ren looked at the task that had just been issued on the system panel and thought about it in his heart.
Urgent mission: a murder caused by a steamed bun.
Task content: Successfully rescued a patient with sharp esophageal injury and aortic hematoma.
Mission time: 24 hours.
Mission reward: 100,000 experience points, reputation +1.
The mission rewards are very average, without any highlights, and there is no luck value that Zheng Ren desires.
Esophageal sharp instrument injury generally refers to the diagnosis of suicide patients who have swallowed sharp objects, such as blades.
It's just that this method of suicide is relatively rare, difficult to die, and extremely painful. It would be difficult for an average person to put the blade in their mouth and swallow it in one gulp.
Zheng Ren is more interested in this task.
Moreover, the cardiothoracic surgery department is seeking consultation from the entire hospital during this time, so it must be a particularly difficult patient.
While walking, Zheng Ren called Su Yun and asked him to come with him.
It's a cardiothoracic surgery. I'm afraid if I don't tell him, this guy will have to fall out with me tomorrow.