"Boss, the annual salary in this employment letter is empty." Su Yun flipped through the document and said with a smile.
"Oh, do you want me to fill it in casually?"
"Look how refreshing Hua Nuo is at doing things!" Su Yun praised.
"I don't know what to eat when I go home at night." Zheng Ren stood in the elevator and said to himself as he watched the numbers keep changing.
"With your energy, what's different about what you eat?" Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren smiled. It was as if the document didn't exist and didn't attract his attention at all.
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It's getting colder and colder, and it's going to snow soon.
The last snowy day in Zheng Ren's memory seemed to be celebrating Yi Ren's birthday in Haicheng. And this birthday, I seem to be going to Stockholm.
What he didn't know was that the waves he had inadvertently stirred up were rippling and expanding in circles, changing the world. Among them, Lao He's feeling was more obvious. Xianyu finally turned over.
As mid-November approaches, the annual meeting of the Imperial Anesthesiology Department will be held.
Lao He received more attention, and even many directors attending the meeting asked about who Lao He was.
Lao He has been very busy these days. Inexplicably, hundreds of friends appeared on his WeChat account, all of whom were directors attending the Imperial Capital Anesthesia Annual Conference.
At one moment, Lao He even understood the trouble of being picked on that he had heard people talk about before.
In the past, I was just a little transparent, and no one noticed me. Although I complained occasionally, my life was still normal.
But now that he has received attention, it seems to trouble him even more. During the two days of the annual meeting, Lao He suffered from backache and leg pain.
Don't attend this year's national annual meeting. Lao He has a headache when he thinks that more people are looking for him.
He knew all these things in his mind, not because of his high level of anesthesia, but because everyone was curious about Boss Zheng who used clinical techniques to break the dimensional wall. As Boss Zheng's anesthesiologist, he naturally loves everything.
Today, Director Xu talked to Lao He and said that he would be promoted to the position of deputy director after the year.
If it had been a year earlier, Lao He would have been so excited that he would have been able to become the deputy director of the 912 Anesthesiology Department, which would have been enough in his life.
But now Lao He's heart is like an ancient well, calm and calm. These things are really not easier than working as a full-time anesthesiologist next to Boss Zheng.
In recent years, there have been frequent reports of sudden deaths of doctors, and the department with the most deaths is the anesthesiology department. High pressure, spinning, these are all problems.
But with Boss Zheng, these worries no longer exist.
There is a little more work, but the pressure has dropped sharply. There is a magician with a higher level than him standing behind him, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Although Boss Zheng has not demonstrated his anesthesia skills many times, Lao He firmly believes in this. Therefore, no matter what kind of anesthesia, Lao He can easily handle it and perform to an extraordinary level.
Facing Director Xu, Lao He still expressed his gratitude to Director Xu through superb acting skills without physical performance. Although both of them knew what was going on, it was also the skill of the person carrying the sedan chair to see through the situation without revealing it.
When it was time to get off work, Lao He didn't leave. He was waiting for Su Yun's call.
Tonight Professor Yang, who is very hesitant, invited guests to dinner. On the surface, he was expressing his gratitude for saving the pancreatic pseudocyst surgery a few days ago, but Lao He knew that this was Professor Yang looking for an opportunity to get close to Boss Zheng.
His fortune has really turned around, Lao He thought with a smile.
When Boss Zheng came to 912, he didn't know there was such a number one person until very late. But I can't help being thick-skinned and bright-eyed.
Why are my ears a little hot? Who is talking behind my back? Lao He smiled and touched his ears.
It's indeed a bit hot, not just hot, but also a bit hot.
At the Langshan County Hospital 156 kilometers away, there are really people talking about Lao He.
For an emergency surgery for acute appendicitis, the director of the anesthesiology department of the county hospital personally anesthetized the patient. The patient is his father, who is 76 years old.
Director Xiang Heping of the Department of Anesthesia did not have the same problem as his family members, so he directly went into battle and performed epidural anesthesia.
"Director, are you going to the imperial capital for a meeting this time? It's very boring." The assistant was chatting on the side.
"It's really boring, but I added He Junjin's WeChat and left his phone number." Director Xiang sat on the chair, opened the puncture kit bag, and prepared for disinfection.
"He Junjin, who is that?"
"During this period, there are always people in the WeChat group asking who Lao He is, don't you know?" Director Xiang said disdainfully.
In the large and small groups of anesthesia, Director Qiu of Yangcheng started looking for Lao He, which has become a joke.
Who is Lao He? The more I think about this joke, the funnier it becomes.
"It's him, Boss Zheng's exclusive anesthesiologist! Director, is he so arrogant?" the assistant asked.
"No, they are the kind of people who are capable but not temperamental." Director Xiang said, "They are very kind and speak in a soft voice. How can they be like you? If you are capable, your tail will already be in the sky."
"Hey, director, look at what you said, how could it be possible?"
"Why not?" Director Xiang said, "Look at Lao He..."
"Director, Lao He..."
"Is that what you called Lao He? You have to call me Teacher He!" Director Xiang corrected, "He is of high standard. It is said that Boss Zheng's anesthesia skills were taught by Lao He."
"Boss Zheng is not an interventional doctor, so why is he still under anesthesia?"
"You know nothing! Those top professors don't know anything. They say that the experts in the Imperial City are loud-mouthed and make direct diagnoses. That's a sign of ability. A few years ago, our patient who had a cholecystectomy to cut off the common bile duct, Isn’t it just that someone wiped my butt when I went to Chaoyang Hospital?”
As he talked, Director Xiang had already brought the topic to the most practical matter of wiping his butt.
Langshan is far from the Imperial Capital, but the patients are so sucked into the Imperial Capital that the medical level here has never been able to develop.
As for wiping one's buttocks, one should be prepared. Director Xiang actually admired his own shame. At that time, so many people wanted to add Lao He's WeChat account, so he had to force his way out.
"Dad, I'll give you an injection. It won't hurt!" Director Xiang finished disinfecting and spoke to his old man in a louder voice.
The old man’s right side is in the kneeling position, which is a very common position. The puncture point taken by Director Xiang was chest 11-12, and there was nothing much to say. Although he is his own old man and looks a little nervous, with his limbs slightly stiff and trembling, Director Xiang is not soft at all.
After routine disinfection and draping, bypass puncture was performed, and the catheter was placed upward after reaching the epidural space.
Is it just an epidural? Don’t be too simple!
Director Xiang then withdrew the puncture needle and adjusted the epidural tube. Just after adjusting the angle, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The force coming from the catheter was wrong!
How is this going? Director Xiang's heart suddenly jumped, and a bad thought appeared in his mind.