"Ah?" After more than ten seconds, Gao Shaojie let out a confused sound.
"Ah, what, if the Nobel Prize is really important, it has nothing to do with you going on stage to receive the award." Su Yundao, "But among the bunch of staff below, I must be the first one. If you have been working in the medical team for a period of time, it also has nothing to do with you." It’s not like you can just sit in the audience and join in the fun.”
“…”
Gao Shaojie was really stunned.
"This is something you can brag about when you retire and hold your grandson in your arms. Do you want to do it?"
"Do it!" Gao Shaojie said directly from his heart.
He almost shouted it, and even went off-key in the second half.
"Don't worry, I remember your son is about to take the college entrance examination." Zheng Ren said leisurely, "There is less than a month left. I will go there after the college entrance examination. I will give you a few days' notice."
Gao Shaojie almost forgot everything.
Except for people like Zheng Ren who have erroneous views, everyone else is eager to win the Nobel Prize.
Su Yun seemed to understand a little bit about why Zheng Ren didn't like the Nobel Prize, because the manipulation of this thing was simply too much.
Not to mention the Peace Prize, the project of artificially synthesizing insulin after the founding of the People's Republic of China is a proper Nobel Prize project. But what
The organ transplant project can definitely win the Nobel Prize, but what
On the contrary, the LED lamp project won the most important physics award, which is really ridiculous.
But after so many years of publicity, the Nobel Prize has become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
I don’t know what those people in the family with congenital porphyria are thinking now.
Su Yun began to think about this.
Zheng Ren then said: "Old Gao, I'm about to undergo surgery. You should pay attention to a few things."
He once again began to take classes one, two, three, four and five.
Gao Shaojie soon forgot about the Nobel Prize, settled down, and listened carefully to Zheng Ren's explanation.
The more he listened, the more frightened he became. Gao Shaojie knew that this was all caused by Boss Zheng observing his movements when the esophageal stent was just removed, and then summing up the shortcomings in his operation.
After all, they haven't had an operation together for a long time, and they have made great progress. Gao Shaojie will never deny this.
And just now he was just an assistant and had almost no real operations. How could Boss Zheng see so many problems
After listening, the fire in his heart burned brighter and stronger.
…
Xia Hua and the anesthesiologist sent the patient to the ICU. Normally, Xia Hua would not send this kind of postoperative patient in person. Having a training doctor is enough.
But today he felt that if he didn't send the patient, he would be sorry for the surgery performed by Boss Zheng.
This is an illusion, but even if it is an illusion, Xia Hua does what he wants.
As soon as he walked out of the operating room, Xia Hua was surrounded by a group of patients' family members.
The family members were dumbfounded.
For the first time, no one realized that it was someone from their own family who sent it.
It wasn't until Xia Hua shouted the patient's name loudly that the family members jumped up and surrounded him as if there were springs on their buttocks.
The patient's eldest son was a little worried. His mood almost collapsed. He grabbed Xia Hua's arm and asked in a trembling voice: "Doctor, is my dad hopeless?"
"It's hopeless?" Xia Hua asked.
"It just took a while to push it out. I...I heard someone say that if you open it, you can't operate it. Just close it and take it off. This is the fastest surgical process." The patient's son shed tears.
"No, no, the operation was successful." Xia Hua quickly comforted the patient's family.
"ah?"
"You are lucky. Today I invited a professor from Imperial Capital to do the surgery. It happened that your father's surgery required emergency surgery. They were in a hurry to leave, but I had to do emergency surgery first, so Boss Zheng from Imperial Capital came to the stage with me to perform the surgery. It’s done.”
When he said this, Xia Hua felt so guilty.
I brushed my hands, put on my lead clothes, and went on stage, but what did I do
In the end, I tied a few knots, but looking at the expression on Boss Zheng’s assistant’s face, it seemed that she disliked him for not being professional enough in tying the knots.
What the hell!
Not to mention that the surgery was performed, I didn’t understand it even though I was writing the surgery record.
I must ask Gao Shaojie.
Even the surgery records had to be written with someone, and they said they would do the surgery together...
But this patient was so lucky to meet Boss Zheng.
What he said was correct. If he hadn't happened to ask Boss Zheng to do the surgery, the patient would most likely have needed indwelling drainage, long-term anti-infection and nutritional support after the surgery, while waiting for the second-stage surgery.
Regardless of how much it costs, whether the patient can survive the second stage of surgery is still a question.
"Huh? A professor from the Imperial Capital?" The patient's family members were stunned.
"Well, you're lucky." Xia Hua continued to comfort him.
"Doctor... Didu... Professor Didu, how much are you going to pay for your hard work?" the patient's family member said with a worried look on his face.
"Hard work fee?" Xia Hua was stunned for a moment, "Probably not, because it was done easily and you were lucky. But if you want to express your gratitude, that's okay."
After saying that, Xia Hua directed the patient's family members to push the patient straight to the ICU.
The patient's eldest son quickly consulted with other family members.
Xia Hua didn't want to think too much about other things in this regard. He didn't know Boss Zheng's income, but he thought that a doctor who could perform surgeries so well would not be short of money.
Isn’t it a bit small to get 10,000 yuan for throwing knives for yourself
Xia Hua was considerate and sometimes invited professors from the Imperial Capital to perform surgeries in his own hospital.
Sometimes I feel that it’s just that, an average professor takes away 20,000 yuan in surgery fees for just one operation.
And Boss Zheng, who has such a big deal, only has 10,000 yuan!
Is the hard work fee paid to Boss Zheng too little
After all, interventional medicine and surgery are different.
Even though I was on the thread and wearing a lead suit for surgery, it was hard and tiring. But not many people know what interventional surgery can do and how important it is.
Not to mention ordinary people, even doctors, 80% do not know the scope of interventional surgery clearly.
After all, it is a “new” method of minimally invasive treatment that has just begun. There are few doctors, and patients are not clear about it. It is also rare to ask an interventionalist to perform a surgery.
To be fair, ten thousand yuan is a relatively fair price.
It's just... Xia Hua thought of this and immediately ran to the anesthesiologist and asked in a low voice: "Brother Huang, do you have any cash there?"
"Cash? For what?" the anesthesiologist asked.
"Don't I think the surgery fee for Boss Zheng is too little?"
The anesthesiologist looked at Xia Hua with strange eyes. There were too many unexplainable things in his eyes.
He looked at Xia Hua stunned.
"Brother Huang, what's wrong?" Xia Hua asked in a low voice.
The anesthesiologist's look made him feel that he had done something wrong.
"Do you know how Boss Zheng makes money?" the anesthesiologist said, "Just give your old man the money to throw a knife? It's not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth."