"Have a rest, I'm going back." Su Yun and Zheng Ren said after sending the two directors away, looking at the time.
Zheng Ren was helpless and wanted to go back to the guest house. In a hospital, even a single room is uncomfortable.
But this was Professor Gu's kindness, and he couldn't refuse it to an old man.
Well, then we can only go back to the ward.
The two parted ways, and Zheng Ren returned to the single room and saw Feng Xuhui standing stupidly in the corner, still unable to calm down until now.
"Manager Feng, what are you thinking about?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No, no. Mr. Zheng, what were you talking about just now?" Feng Xuhui asked in a low voice, feeling a little dazed.
He always felt that he had heard it wrong, something about "The Lancet"... Mr. Zheng's assistant actually published a paper in "The Lancet"? Moreover, the project that Director Kong approached Mr. Zheng to work on was actually going to be published in The Lancet
Impossible, I must have heard wrongly.
"It seems that the new differential diagnosis methods and surgical procedures for small liver cancer nodules and mutated cirrhosis nodules are going to be published in The Lancet." Zheng Ren said nonchalantly: "Is there anything else? If nothing happens. ,I am going to rest."
"It's okay, it's okay." Feng Xuhui quickly apologized, said goodbye to Zheng Ren, and left the single room.
Feng Xuhui left, feeling dizzy and like a walking zombie.
There are so many things that I don’t understand, and I really need to digest them.
Zheng Ren opened the window, letting in the cold air. He took a few deep breaths and felt a little more energetic.
Can the identification method I have developed be published in The Lancet? Zheng Ren thought about it and found that he was not very interested in this.
Whether you can get actual benefits is one thing.
Whether he can cure diseases and save people is what Zheng Ren is concerned about.
As for "The Lancet", it was so far away from him that Zheng Ren didn't miss it at all. There are many great principles. Zheng Ren doesn't want to think too much. It is enough to stick to his original intention.
The biggest benefit to Zheng Ren from his first mission was that he had a lot of time for surgical training. If it was really necessary, Zheng Ren would definitely not be reluctant to give it up if it was of such great significance as Su Yun said.
But the problem is that Zheng Ren is not sure whether he needs to strengthen training.
With the current level of technology, Zheng Ren feels that he can handle similar patients.
After Zheng Ren regained consciousness, he stared at the round moon in a daze for a while, then closed the window, washed carefully, lay on the bed and chatted with Xie Yiren on WeChat, saying good night.
This seems to be the most relaxing moment of the day.
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Qin Liren stood in front of the hospital ward, feeling distressed.
He once held a high position and had numerous disciples. But after retirement, he inevitably experienced the neglect of the family.
His mentality was seriously unbalanced. In the second year of his retirement, the retired veteran cadre had a physical examination and found liver cancer.
All the former disciples and old friends have disappeared without a trace. Even if they say a few greetings, no one cares about him as before and treats him as his own father.
He was very lost.
One day ago, I received a call from Boss Bu in Haicheng.
Bu Ruotian had pancreatic cancer, and Qin Liren knew about it. Bu Ruotian found a Japanese professor for surgery, and he knew about it.
I originally thought that we could share some sympathy with each other and have a few words.
But Qin Liren never expected that Bu Ruotian would recommend him a local doctor from Haicheng for treatment.
Holding back the anger in his heart, Qin Liren dropped countless things after hanging up the phone. Smashed everything in the study that could be smashed!
Bu Ruotian is such a bitch, he bullied me into retiring! It doesn't matter if you don't ask for help, but you just find a little doctor to fool yourself. Is this humiliating yourself? !
Many years ago, when Bu Ruotian was only running a small restaurant, the two met by chance.
Qin Liren asked himself, he had given Bu Ruotian a lot of care over the years. But when he was suffering, he actually added insult to injury!
What a bitch!
Qin Liren couldn't help but feel bad. He was very disappointed because he had retired. Who would have dared to tease himself like this before he retired? !
I immediately booked a flight and contacted old friends in the imperial capital.
Although cancer is scary, what scares him the most is the relationship between people after retirement.
Fortunately, his friends in the imperial capital did not treat Qin Liren indifferently, and promised to find the best doctor to treat him.
The next day, Qin Liren flew to the imperial capital.
With the help of my friends, I did not wait for ten days and a half, but directly went through the hospitalization procedures and was admitted to a well-known high-level tertiary hospital.
But... is this hospitalization
Qin Liren stood in front of the ward, looking embarrassed.
One ward, four patients, and a dozen family members. The air in the ward was extremely polluted, making Qin Liren find it difficult to breathe.
Not to mention, one of the patients had terminal cancer, his face was sallow, and his eyes were so obvious on his thin face. Qin Liren had a feeling that he was reminding himself that this was his tomorrow.
It’s really unbearable! Qin Liren no longer hesitated, picked up the phone and called.
"Old Xu, thank you for your help."
"The conditions in the ward are too bad. Do you think we can get a single room? Money is not an issue."
"Oh, then I know."
Soon, Qin Liren hung up the phone in disappointment and stood blankly at the door of the ward.
But they are all called tertiary hospitals. There is no comparison between Haicheng and the provincial capital, and there is no comparison between the provincial capital and the imperial capital. The average tertiary hospital in the imperial capital is incomparable to the top tertiary hospital in the country.
Finding a ward and arranging hospitalization requires a lot of favors. As for a single room...
Qin Liren's friend refused very directly. He told Qin Liren that it required level and had nothing to do with money. Before Qin Liren retired, he couldn't even get a single room, let alone after retirement, the tea would be cold after people left.
"Old man, come in." Qin Liren's lover whispered from the side.
"Hmph!" Qin Liren was displeased, snorting coldly as if someone had spied on something shameful.
To advance or not to advance, that is the question.
Qin Liren is not old yet, and his mind works very quickly. In an instant, he planned several plans.
Return to the provincial capital, find a hospital with good conditions, and then ask a professor from the imperial or magical capital to perform the surgery.
Or just stay here and endure...
Qin Liren hesitated for a long time, then finally gave up on returning to the provincial capital and walked into the ward with his suitcase.
"Brother, are you in the hospital? How many days have you waited in line to move in?" A middle-aged man who was honest, honest, but very enthusiastic saw Qin Liren walking in and greeted Qin Liren.
Qin Liren frowned and said nothing.
The man didn't seem to notice Qin Liren's slightly disgusted expression, and continued: "I waited outside for a month. I was lucky enough to meet Dr. Sun, and then I got in line."
"I've been waiting in line for a month and a half. It's really difficult to get admitted to this hospital in the imperial capital," another patient said.
Qin Liren felt a little better at this time.
Although he knew in advance that it was difficult to get a bed in the hospital in the imperial capital, Qin Liren felt much better after hearing the words from people in the same ward.
The air didn't seem so unbearable anymore.
That's it, Qin Liren thought to himself.