"Then you take my place for a while." Zheng Ren said.
"Go, go." Su Yun put out the cigarette, stuffed the lighter into the cigarette case, handed it to Zheng Ren, and said: "Boss, you are also a skilled tip surgery person, and you also smoke Ziyun. Isn’t it embarrassing?”
"You said, if I go to receive the Nobel Prize in the future, everyone else will smoke cigars, and I will smoke Ziyun. Am I particularly cool?" Zheng Ren smiled, turned and left.
That... strange picture appeared in Su Yun's mind.
But it is indeed as Zheng Ren said, full of character.
Pretending is essentially using contrast to enhance charm. But it’s best to be really good at it, because everyone is watching. The operating table is a place that attracts attention and makes a fool of yourself.
The point is, the boss is really good at it.
Su Yun shook his head about this guy, his black hair flowing in front of his forehead.
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…
Zheng Ren returned to the office in the emergency ward. The professor had left and was not waiting for Zheng Ren as Su Yun said.
Gao Shaojie set up his notebook on the desk in the corner and was working on it without eating or sleeping. Wang Qiang sat behind Gao Shaojie with a confused look on his face, already drowsy.
"Teacher Gao, are you busy? If you have any questions, let's talk quickly. I'll be on duty later." Zheng Ren entered the room and said hello first.
He was so busy today that Zheng Ren was too lazy to be subtle. He rarely plays in normal times, but he is not as direct as today.
Gao Shaojie was so absorbed in studying the magnetic resonance diffusion images that he completely forgot where he was.
When he heard someone calling him, he raised his head before he could hear the words behind him, with a look of displeasure on his face.
But when he saw Zheng Ren, he fell into a trance and stood up immediately.
The movement was so violent that the chair hit Wang Qiang behind him, and Gao Shaojie was completely unaware of it.
"Mr. Zheng, you are back." Gao Shaojie's words were full of surprise.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded, went directly to another computer, turned on the screen, then clicked on the imaging workstation and found Lin Peisen's liver MRI diffusion film.
"If there's anything you don't understand, tell me." Zheng Ren said.
Wang Qiang stood in the back corner, gently rubbing his wrist that had been hit, with a look of pain on his face.
Gao Shaojie was studying nuclear magnetic dispersion, which Wang Qiang knew.
Wang Qiang also came from a major, so how could he not understand nuclear magnetic dispersion? However, he had no idea how to use diffusion imaging to determine the relationship between hepatic veins and portal veins.
He was a little dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's attitude, but he couldn't complain.
No matter how young a person is, his rank is only that of a chief resident. He is still a young man who can perform tip surgery, and he is a chief resident who can perform tip surgery.
There are a thousand words to say, as long as you can do tips surgery, even...
Wang Qiang sighed in his heart, looking at Teacher Gao whose waist had bent involuntarily, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
How proud Teacher Gao is, you can't tell it when you first get in touch with him.
But after being exposed to it for a long time, you will know that it is not arrogance, but pride.
But now, the iron bones have turned into soft threads wrapped around the fingers.
Gao Shaojie bent over and stood next to Zheng Ren, staring at the screen closely. He also held a piece of A4 white paper in his right hand, which was filled with things that needed to be consulted by Zheng Ren.
Wang Qiang highly doubted that at Gao Shaojie's age, if this posture continued for an hour, he would be hospitalized directly due to lumbar disc herniation.
He wanted to listen carefully to what Zheng Ren and Teacher Gao were saying, but they were full of professional terms in the field of nuclear magnetic field. Wang Qiang even suspected that even Philips engineers who came over could not understand what Zheng Ren and Teacher Gao were talking about.
It's just a surgery, does it need to be so in-depth
He looked at Gao Shaojie silently. Due to the angle, he could only see half of his face. The images on the screen kept switching, and the light reflected on Gao Shaojie's face kept changing.
So serious, so determined.
I must grit my teeth and hold on, and I must not give up such a good opportunity like that coward Cheng Lixue.
Wang Qiang encouraged himself secretly.
Even if you don’t understand, you have to serve him with tea and water. Teacher Gao has learned it, so he can teach himself a little bit more. Wang Qiang believed that Gao Shaojie would never hide anything from him.
It’s not because there’s anything special about me, it’s just that I was with him throughout the process of learning tips surgery.
Thinking of this, Wang Qiang's face softened.
What kind of bullshit annual meeting, even Teacher Gao has such a low profile, like a student, asking for advice seriously, do you have to hold on
As time passed by, Gao Shaojie's face became less and less confused and more and more excited.
half an hour…
One hour…
"That's it." Finally, Zheng Ren said: "Teacher Gao, you can refer to Lin Peisen's film. The surgical approach tomorrow can be used as a reference for the first time."
"Yes, yes." Gao Shaojie said yes repeatedly.
"Then I'll be on duty in the emergency room. You should go back and rest early. The surgery will be performed early tomorrow morning." Zheng Ren said.
Gao Shaojie straightened up his back at this time, and his lumbar vertebrae made a popping sound.
Let me go... My old waist, why did I forget it
Wang Qiang quickly supported Gao Shaojie to prevent him from falling due to his strength.
"Mr. Zheng, I'll think about it when I go back. I guess I'll have to trouble you tomorrow if I don't understand anything." Gao Shaojie put a hand on his waist and said respectfully.
"It's no trouble." Zheng Ren glanced at Gao Shaojie and asked, "Are there many patients who need tip surgery in the provincial capital?"
Gao Shaojie was still thinking about how to send an invitation to Zheng Ren.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Ren took the initiative to ask himself this matter.
The opportunity was not to be missed. Gao Shaojie endured the pain in his back and said quickly: "Mr. Zheng, about 300 cases a year are definitely possible. But..."
"Huh?" Zheng Ren stared at Gao Shaojie, "But what?"
Unknowingly, Zheng Ren's tone and aura emanating from his body already sounded like an old-school expert.
Gao Shaojie said quickly: "Mr. Zheng, I really hope to ask you to go to the provincial capital for tip surgery. However, there may be a small problem in terms of cost."
Zheng Ren has already begun to have enough food and clothing, and has no idea about money. He is only thinking about how to complete the task given by Big Pig Hoof.
Seeing Zheng Ren looking at him expressionlessly, Gao Shaojie felt guilty.
"Mr. Zheng, you also know that if I tell patients in the provincial capital to ask professors from Haicheng to do the surgery... I probably won't be able to save anyone." Gao Shaojie told the truth, "But in terms of expenses, all the surgery fees will be given to you. I You can also apply to the hospital in the name of new technology.”
"No need." Zheng Ren shook his head and said with a smile: "No money, you just need to prepare the patients. Prepare ten units at a time, and I will go there immediately. But the sooner the better."
After saying that, Zheng Ren turned around and left, "Teacher Gao, go back and have a good rest. I'm on duty in the emergency department."
Gao Shaojie was stunned.
If you don't ask for money when making flying knives, what else can you ask for
Mr. Zheng also asked for time. Could it be that he wants to do a huge scientific research, but now there is a lack of patients
His own level was still too low. Gao Shaojie suddenly wanted to "understand" the truth, and his heart suddenly became clear.