"Boss Zheng, how many operations will you see today?"
"Liutai." Zheng Ren strode forward.
Zhao Wenhua is not as tall as Zheng Ren, and his legs are not as long as Zheng Ren. At this time, he can only trot to barely follow Zheng Ren.
As embarrassing as you want to be.
"Boss Zheng, please slow down." Zhao Wenhua said hurriedly.
Although he was a little unhappy, he didn't dare to show it. The longer the contact lasted, the more Zhao Wenhua felt that he had done too much in his previous affairs.
I used to want to follow the TIPS surgery live broadcast in the surgery live broadcast room and figure it out. I would soon understand it and then perform the surgery.
As for Zheng Ren, he is just a young man with talent and luck, and he has successfully broadcast his research globally in such a carefree manner!
What an idiot, he is wasting his talent.
But before he could figure it out, Boss Zheng didn't even want surgery.
Zhao Wenhua was a little helpless.
As far as TIPS surgery is concerned, not only compared with Boss Zheng, but even compared with the bald Professor Liu who left and came to further his studies, he was inferior.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren tilted his head, "Is something wrong?"
"Yeah, yeah." Zhao Wenhua nodded repeatedly, "Boss Zheng, how do you diagnose hepatic purpura?"
"How many stages will bleeding be divided into?" A question came to me in a confused manner.
Zhao Wenhua was startled and immediately replied: "It is divided into four stages, hyperacute stage, acute stage, subacute stage and chronic stage."
At this moment, he seemed to be back on campus.
But the next second, Zhao Wenhua realized that this was what Su Yun was asking himself.
If you can't say nice things well, do you really think of yourself as a professor? !
Zhao Wenhua was a little angry, but he never dared to show it. Dr. Su, who has pretty features and looks like a popular celebrity, is very sinister.
Two different emotions intertwined and collided in Zhao Wenhua's body, making his expression look a little embarrassed.
No matter how deep the city is, it can't hide his inner conflict.
"You answered so quickly, did you lose your mind?" Su Yun asked contemptuously.
I can't bear it... Zhao Wenhua clenched his fist and crunched...
"Oh, that's right. The images of hepatic purpura are indeed difficult to distinguish from liver cancer, but if you look carefully, you can see the images of serum iron deposition in the subacute or chronic phase."
Zheng Ren slowed down and explained briefly.
"What if it's the acute or super-acute stage?" Seeing Zheng Ren about to leave, Zhao Wenhua asked following the conversation.
"You don't have a brain." Su Yun said disdainfully: "What are the types of hepatic purpura?"
"Two types." Zhao Wenhua said it smoothly.
As soon as he answered, Zhao Wenhua scolded himself in his heart.
What a bitch!
Su Yun asked himself condescendingly, who did he think he was? A professor at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital
Uh... Not to mention, he is really a professor at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, although he is only an associate professor.
The last two TIPS surgery teachings were conducted by Su Yun.
But that doesn’t work either! Even though he is a professor, he is not a student at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital!
However…
Just bear with it.
I can't bear it... Zhao Wenhua clenched his fist and crunched... crunched...
"Yes, solitary and diffuse." Su Yun seemed to be teaching students at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, and even encouraged Zhao Wenhua, "As long as it is not a particularly large liver purpura, there will be no reaction. Most of them will not react. They were all discovered through physical examination.”
“…”
I know that Zhao Wenhua feels uncomfortable, so I don’t need you to teach me!
"So basically we can't see the hyperacute stage of hepatic purpura, which is generally the subacute and chronic stages." Zheng Ren smiled slightly, "We can see the image of serum iron precipitation, although the patient's hepatic purpura occupies a relatively small area. It’s small, but the center part is still relatively clear.”
“…”
"Well, that's it. Professor Zhao, do you have any other questions?" Zheng Ren asked.
"It's gone, thank you." Zhao Wenhua was thinking about the enhanced MRI images, mainly looking at the precipitation signals of old bleeding. He didn't pay attention for a moment, but when Su Yun asked a question, he subconsciously replied.
Zhao Wenhua clenched his fist and crunched... crunched... crunched...
"Why bother? Go back and read hard. Let's talk about everything straight away. Remember it in the future." Su Yun said with a smile, and walked to the door of the locker room with Zheng Ren.
"Boss, I'm going to visit Uncle Ning. If you need anything, call me." Su Yun said with a smile: "Uncle Ning said that you performed very well during the last intrauterine surgery."
"Oh, go ahead." Zheng Ren walked in directly.
Looking at the door of the locker room, Zhao Wenhua didn't know whether he should go in or not.
Went in and was ridiculed by Boss Zheng again, which was very boring.
But if he didn't go in, he would have to undergo surgery.
Forget it, forget it. After thinking about it, Zhao Wenhua decided not to meet Boss Zheng.
It doesn't matter if I wait a little.
But standing alone at the door of the operating room looked strange. He took out his mobile phone and contacted him about going to have a knife surgery at the weekend.
The other party was obviously a little surprised that Professor Zhao, who had always been arrogant, actually called.
After asking who wanted the movie, Zhao Wenhua chatted a few more words. It was estimated that Boss Zheng had already gone in, so he slowly went to change clothes.
Entering the operating room, Zhao Wenhua felt a little emotional.
Generally, the operating rooms in the operating room are not fixed and are arranged by the head nurse. Which professor performs the surgery on which hands is relatively random.
Doctors have no need for this. The operating room is the same. Even if it is 4 hands, there is no taboo for doctors.
But Boss Zheng's operating room is fixed.
1 hand, just walk in.
Conveniently, anyone passing by will know who is having surgery inside.
For the past two months, the same figure has been sitting on the chair in the first hand. Every time he passed by, Zhao Wenhua would look at it out of the corner of his eye.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua sighed.
Boss Zheng is like a treasure in the house, sitting firmly in 1's hand, stepping down at 11 o'clock every day, almost untouchable.
At such a young age, I have learned to watch surgeries outside. This kind of trend is really unacceptable. Zhao Wenhua thought, feeling a little sour.
Passing by a hand, he took a look inside.
In the imagination, it should be a mountain-like figure, but... the mountain today is a bit high, but a bit empty.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was sitting in the operating room, watching the operation intently.
Zhao Wenhua was startled. Who is here today? How could he be hit by Boss Zheng with a hemostatic pliers
Speaking of hemostatic forceps, Zhao Wenhua was envious.
The bald old doctor from Dibei Province was just a local professor, and he had only been in the imperial capital for a short time. Zhao Wenhua occasionally performs an additional surgery in the afternoon and finds the entire surgery process that has not yet been deleted on his computer. He clearly knows that the surgeon's skills are improving day by day.
Just a bald old man,
Just a local professor,
After being knocked down a few times by Boss Zheng, his level is higher than his own.
I will endure…