The surgery continues.
The tip surgery, which was supposed to be full of twists and turns and make the spectators excited every time it succeeded, became boring under the hands of Professor Zheng Ren and Rudolf Wagner.
It was uneventful and no puncture failed.
Under Zheng Ren, tips surgery seemed to be the simplest B-ultrasound operation to locate and puncture liver and kidney cysts. It even gave people the illusion that what he was doing was not a surgery at all, but just an operation.
One operation takes half an hour. It is as rigorous as a machine. Regardless of changes in the surgical approach or changes in the patient's condition, the operation time is perfectly controlled.
In the operation room, Dean Ren, Dean Zhang and others were all numb.
This is a gap as wide as a mountain and a deep ravine, enough to make people despair.
The last operation is over. On Zheng Ren's mission panel, the second phase of the crown jewel of the main mission has a completion score of 9/10.
There is still one case left to complete. Zheng Ren is a little relieved and a little looking forward to it.
The surgical effect of radiofrequency ablation is equivalent to the radical cure of liver cancer, which is particularly attractive to Zheng Ren.
It's a pity that it's so close.
Zheng Ren went to the dressing room, took off his lead clothes, put them into the system space, and then came to the operation room.
A dozen eyes in the operating room fell on Zheng Ren. The short fat man moved his feet, but he held back.
There was silence.
Zheng Ren felt so strange, why didn't they talk
After a few seconds, Dean Ren said sincerely: "Mr. Zheng, you are awesome!"
As Dean Ren's words sounded, it was as if the warm Pacific current invaded the Arctic Ocean, and the huge iceberg melted instantly, and the operating room was filled with enthusiastic praise.
"Not bad, not bad." Zheng Ren smiled.
"Mr. Zheng, what do you like to eat?" The short fat man appeared next to Zheng Ren at the right time and asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, I'm free to do it." Zheng Ren said.
Former dean Ren said that we need to have a meal in the evening. Zheng Ren was not interested in eating, but it was always a bad idea to refuse the dean's warm invitation.
What's more, the Second City Hospital asked me to perform the surgery this time, which was full of sincerity.
Every patient has indications for surgery, but there are no contraindications that are serious enough to affect surgery.
This proves that the Second City Hospital is very serious about tip surgery, rather than randomly looking for patients.
Zheng Ren knew this favor. Although the original intention of the Second Hospital is to leave a mark in the history of the hospital.
"Mr. Zheng, at your age, you can perform tip surgery to such an extent, which makes us old guys really envious." Dean Ren said with a smile.
"It happens, it happens." Zheng Ren said dryly.
Really not knowing how to socialize, Zheng Ren could only use useless words to deal with Dean Ren.
Dean Zhang had been in contact with Zheng Ren a little more often and knew him somewhat. He knew that Mr. Zheng, who was quite high-level, was not good at interpersonal communication, so he came to the rescue.
The atmosphere was adjusted very well by Dean Zhang. If his surgical skills were half as good as his social skills, I am afraid that the second hospital would have carried out tips surgery on its own.
When the professor stepped down, it was another round of flattery.
Humpty Dumpty made a hotel reservation, but Zheng Ren still insisted on seeing the postoperative patient.
Because... this is a habit.
Finding problems and solving them early is always better than getting terminally ill.
Since they are all medical people, no one has any objections to Zheng Ren's persistence.
This is a sign of seriousness and responsibility. No one wants to associate with the kind of doctor who talks a lot off the stage and is quiet when he is on stage performing operations.
The patient's condition was stable after the operation, and the diagnosis given on the system panel could be seen clearly.
Because of the presence of the second retrievable stent, the volume of venous blood that is not metabolized by the liver is controlled, so complications of hepatic encephalopathy occur, but they are not very serious.
Every patient is taking intravenous medications such as ornithine aspartate to treat and prevent hepatic encephalopathy.
Zheng Ren also recognized the professionalism displayed by the Second Hospital. After looking around, he followed everyone to a nearby restaurant for dinner.
This is a farm compound, but the food is still very unique. There are many game dishes that cannot be eaten elsewhere.
Venison, swan meat, and wild goose meat all have their own methods and flavors.
Seeing the dazzling array of food on the table, seeing everyone changing glasses frequently, watching Professor Rudolf Wagner doing as the Romans do and drinking liquor, Zheng Ren felt so lonely.
The more people there are, the more lively it is, and the lonelier it becomes.
Sigh... If only Xiao Yiren was here. Although she is not good at dancing at the wine table and playing both sides, he is very happy to see her taste all kinds of strange dishes with bright eyes.
Now that we are holding hands, can we pick up food for her
Zheng Ren's thoughts unknowingly went to the sky and came to Xie Yiren's body through the folded space.
"Mr. Zheng, I have something to trouble you about." Dean Zhang came to Zheng Ren with a wine glass in his hand.
Zheng Ren was shocked. Was he forcing himself to drink
Not knowing how to drink, Zheng Ren doubted whether he would vomit directly on the table after just one drink.
Seeing Zheng Ren's expression change, Dean Zhang was very thoughtful and guessed Zheng Ren's thoughts, so he said with a smile: "Mr. Zheng has a good habit of not drinking. If you drink too much, your hands will shake during surgery. This It is indeed not a good habit. I admire Mr. Zheng for his self-discipline. No wonder he can have tip surgery at such a young age."
Zheng Ren felt relieved once he heard that he was not forced to drink.
"Dean Zhang, you're welcome. If you have anything to say, just say it." Zheng Ren had a good sense of Dean Zhang and spoke more relaxedly.
"Your tip surgery is really awesome." As he said that, Dean Zhang made a fist with his right hand and made a simple body movement, which was so straightforward that even Zheng Ren felt embarrassed.
"Hahaha, you are younger than me. Brother, I will call you brother without being rude." Dean Zhang put his arm around Zheng Ren's shoulders, as enthusiastically as a long-lost brother.
"Uh... It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Ren had a little cold sweat on his forehead.
"Brother, your surgery is awesome. No one can say anything about it." Dean Zhang said, "Brother, I have a dream, which is to perform tip surgery. I am old now. I can’t do it anymore, but I still hope someone from our second hospital can do it.”
I have a dream. Zheng Ren suddenly appears in the scene, as if he is being hugged by that black man, and he has goosebumps all over his body.
"Brother, you must help with this." Dean Zhang hugged Zheng Ren's arm very hard, and Zheng Ren was helpless.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's actually very simple." Zheng Ren said quickly: "Anyone with a little basic knowledge can learn it. But..."
"Don't worry, just tell me if you have anything." Dean Zhang said enthusiastically, taking advantage of the wine.
"You have to be obedient. I'm busy at work, so I probably don't have much time for lectures."
"Okay, I'll find someone who can resist beating you. If he doesn't obey, you can just beat him."
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