"Old Ma, I'm not talking about you. You doctors here are not very good, but you have a very bad temper. If this continues, hey!" Ringer didn't say the result, but everyone knew what he meant.
Director Tian was very unconvinced, but the young doctor in front of him vowed to make an almost impossible diagnosis...
The key is that the medical director of 912 also fully supports it and does not hesitate to bring the matter to the ministry. Lin Ge was full of confidence and put on a posture of "I will defeat you".
Did you make a mistake in your judgment
He watched the film carefully, but still found nothing.
"I'm going to make a call, Lao Lin. How old are you and you still have such a bad temper?" Director Ma said in a straight tone and went out to make a call in despair.
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3′12″ later, Vice President Yuan’s cell phone rang.
I went to the community hospital with the determination to die, but it was a smooth journey and I just came out.
Vice President Yuan sat happily in his chair, basking in the sun.
He didn't want to see anyone, he just wanted to bask in the sun.
It's good to be alive.
When his cell phone rang, he glanced at it and saw that it was Dean Liu of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, feeling a little helpless.
You don't have to answer the phone calls from this hospital. Administrative matters will be handled after Dean Yan is discharged from the hospital. It's not easy for you to get involved in this kind of thing.
Ye Qingqiu is in charge of medical matters, so there can be no major problems.
However, there was a difficult and serious case at the Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University, and Mr. Gu was asked to consult.
Mr. Gu is not feeling well. After all, it is understandable that he is old. So Vice President Yuan directly waved his hand and told Boss Zheng to go.
After a series of events, Vice President Yuan's suspicion of Zheng Ren has changed from suspicion to recognition, and from recognition to belief.
As for blind obedience... He never thought about it.
What's the problem there? Vice President Yuan answered the phone helplessly.
"Dean Liu, what's wrong?"
"Dean Yuan, how good is Dr. Zheng?" Dean Liu's voice came over the phone.
"It's definitely no problem." Vice President Yuan smiled, doubting Boss Zheng's level. That's good, the more they doubt it, the more their stupidity will be proven later.
At Imperial Medical University, Principal Zhang’s encore words are still echoing in my ears.
"real?"
"Dean Liu, I sincerely send you the best doctor from the bottom of my heart. If you are so doubtful, just ask Dr. Zheng to come back." Vice President Yuan sounded a little unhappy, but his face was full of joy. His smile proved his true thoughts.
"A gunshot wound, as you know, Dr. Zheng said that the bullet was in the heart. It doesn't need surgery to remove it yet, it needs to be removed through interventional surgery. Lao Yuan, tell me, would you believe it if it were you?" complained the other side.
Vice President Yuan was slightly startled, and his smile froze for a moment, but turned around and returned to normal.
"I definitely believe it. We political workers should not get involved in clinical matters. Our director, Yan, said that everything the agency does must protect the clinical affairs. That's..."
Balabala, like a dean's office meeting, Vice Dean Yuan talked nonchalantly for nearly three minutes.
If he doesn't stop this kind of cliche, he will continue to say it for the rest of his life.
"Lao Yuan, Director Lin of your medical department said that if we don't do it here, he will be transferred to your hospital."
"Turn it over." Vice President Yuan said with a smile: "If you don't dare to do it, then turn it around and we will do it. If something goes wrong, I will explain it to the department."
There was silence on the other side of the phone.
President Liu of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital was shocked by Vice President Yuan's attitude.
Vice President Yuan, who is in charge of clinical work, did not question such a strange judgment and such a bizarre surgical method
Is there any justice
Is there any Wangfa
Vice President Yuan still had a relaxed smile on his face, waiting for the other party to speak.
A few seconds later, the voice from the other side came.
"Lao Yuan, you know what the condition of this injured person is. The ministry attaches great importance to it, and there can be no mistakes in the operation."
"I know, otherwise you wouldn't come to us for consultation." Vice President Yuan said with a smile: "But I believe in the judgment of front-line clinical doctors. I will not interfere with their diagnosis and treatment. All I have to do is... "
Another blah blah cliche.
I guess that side is already tired of it.
He picked it up, dropped it, and went back and forth two or three times. Vice President Yuan had the upper hand.
Because the patient is not in his own hospital, he can massage Director Liu as much as he wants.
What's more - Vice President Yuan has confidence in Boss Zheng, so he dares to play like this.
There are so many weird and bizarre clinical cases, whether there is something strange in the heart, or there are cases where there is nothing strange in the brain for decades, Vice President Yuan thought to himself.
"Lao Yuan, are you so confident?" Dean Liu said anxiously.
"I'm sure. I told you that I sent the most powerful doctor for consultation. If you don't appreciate it and don't believe it, what can I do?" Vice President Yuan said with a smile.
"Is it possible that a Nobel Prize candidate is real?"
"Well, the people in the courtyard are just picking fruits." Vice President Yuan said: "Boss Zheng has worked hard all the way as candidates, and they have nothing to do with me."
"Really?" The other side still didn't believe it.
"Old Liu, how many years have we been together, have you ever seen me not paying attention to the diagnosis and treatment of clinical patients? Have you ever made a joke?" Vice President Yuan's tone became more solemn, "Let me tell you something."
"you say."
"Two days ago, Boss Zheng went to Nanyang on a health care team mission."
"You're so young, and you're going abroad on a mission. That's awesome." The compliment was sincere.
"The invitation letter from Massachusetts General Hospital has arrived before I come back." Vice President Yuan gave the lie.
"Invitation letter? Why? Is it an academic conference? That's good."
"No, I'm inviting Boss Zheng to become a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital." Vice President Yuan didn't care much about the other party and just threw Wang Zha out.
“…”
Sure enough, as expected, the other person stopped talking.
When you go abroad to perform a mission, you should be in the health care team to treat an important person. Being able to connect with Massachusetts General Hospital, there aren't many possibilities in the middle.
Dean Liu on the other side of the phone had lightning flashing in his mind and thought of countless possibilities in an instant.
But no matter which possibility it is, it proves one thing - Boss Zheng went abroad and slapped Massachusetts General Hospital in the face. In the end, in order to settle the matter, the hospital had to obediently give him the title of tenured professor.
It doesn't matter how much allowance you can get.
For example, Ji Xianlin, a tenured professor at Peking University. A thunderous name, a master of Chinese studies, an academic leader, and a national treasure.
Such titles surround tenured professors.
Massachusetts General Hospital, no matter how the ranking changes, will always be among the top five hospitals in the world.
Dean Liu naturally knows what it means to be a tenured professor there.
The silence on the other side of the phone made Vice President Yuan very satisfied.
"Old Liu, I haven't told the outside world about this yet. I'm telling you secretly. Don't go out and act recklessly."
"Okay, it's up to you. If you don't dare to do it, call me 912. Hang up."
After saying that, Vice President Yuan hung up the phone.
The warm sunshine shines on my body, making me feel warm and comfortable.
Vice President Yuan closed his eyes slightly, with a satisfied smile on his lips.