"Boss, please don't worry." Professor Rudolf Wagner regained his scholarly demeanor and said to Zheng Ren seriously: "When you get on stage, treat me like an intern. If I do something wrong, you will whip me. Beat it to death."
"..." Zheng Ren looked at the professor and expressed doubts about his attitude.
"Please believe in my sincerity." Professor Rudolf Wagner said very sincerely: "I swear to the lamp, I just..."
"Do you know what it means to swear by a lamp?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I watched a lot of movies when I was learning Chinese, and in one movie, it was said to speak to the lights." The professor said: "I feel that the lights must be the kind of sacred fire, a symbol that is holy and cannot be profaned."
"Oh, then if you understand it this way, I will take it seriously." Zheng Ren was thinking about how to do the system task, and the professor swore and swore, giving him a certain amount of confidence.
For prostate interventional embolization, Zheng Ren felt that it would be great if the professor could perform at the same level as he did in the Imperial Capital. And what is your current level? I guess the professor will never be able to do it in his lifetime.
Anyway, it's just teaching. The specific acceptance level of the professor may affect the quality of the reward, so just do your best.
After the ward check, Zheng Ren went to the ICU to take a look at yesterday's postoperative patients.
The patient's condition is stable and his intake and output are good. However, it will take at least one or two days to go offline.
Su Yun's black hair was a little lethargic, but he still sat on the bedside. There were various liquids on the treatment cart next to him.
He held an A4 piece of paper in his hand, recorded the latest routine urine tests, and then began to calculate and rearrange the order of liquids.
"Su Yun, thank you for your hard work." Zheng Ren said, "I'm going to do prostate interventional embolization. Do you want to watch it?"
"Is there anything good to see?" Su Yun said listlessly. It looked like he had a lot of trouble last night.
"Okay, take some time to rest."
"I know." Su Yun was a little impatient and angry, waving his hands to chase Zheng Ren away like a fly.
After leaving the ICU, Zheng Ren prepared to return to the ward to pick up the patient, and took Professor Rudolf Wagner directly to the operation.
Entering the emergency ward, Zheng Ren suddenly saw a man carrying a load, standing awkwardly and cautiously in the corridor.
Chang Yue talked to him enthusiastically and pulled him into the office while talking.
Why do you still have to carry a burden? Chang Yue looks like a former patient
Zheng Ren walked over and Chang Yue said cheerfully: "Mr. Zheng, Angkor is here to see you."
"Uh..." Angkor? Who is that? Zheng Ren glanced at the man carrying the burden. He looked in his fifties, with a weathered face and deep wrinkles.
This...calling him uncle should be more appropriate.
Seeing Zheng Ren's confused face, Chang Yue immediately said: "When I first came here, you picked up the hernia patient in the emergency room."
"Oh!" Zheng Ren suddenly realized, "Old Wu, how is your health? Are you recovering well?"
"Okay, okay! Nothing happened at all." Old Wu smiled honestly and put down his burden. He wanted to shake hands with Zheng Ren, but he was a little embarrassed. He was afraid that his hands would be dirty, so he wiped his hands on his clothes several times. Down.
Zheng Ren quickly reached out and held his hand enthusiastically.
One hand was calloused and stiff, like stone.
"Old Wu, are you okay after you go back and remove the stitches?" Zheng Ren asked nonsense.
"It's very good. Now I won't delay any work." Old Wu smiled innocently, "Isn't it just in time for Maodong? I opened a few greenhouses and planted some vegetables."
As he spoke, he pointed to the burden.
"I've been thinking about coming to see our benefactors, but we don't have much to offer." Old Wu said, "These dishes are all made from farmyard manure, so they are very bright."
"That's too polite." Zheng Ren looked at the two burdens, trying to recall the patient's home address.
But at that time, Chang Yue had been asked to come back by Director Pan. He was only responsible for the surgery and not the specific paperwork. He had no memory of the patient's home address at all.
"You are my benefactor. This little thing is not valuable, so it is nothing." Old Wu smiled naively.
"Mr. Zheng, Wu Xiaomei has officially joined a girl group in Shanghai." Chang Yue was very happy. Zheng Ren could tell that it was from the bottom of her heart. "I just remitted my salary a few days ago."
"Hey, not bad." Zheng Ren was also pleasantly surprised.
"Zhou Jinxi is the main pillar. I heard from Miss Wu that Xiao Zhou is always nagging you." Chang Yue's smile suddenly became ambiguous.
Zhou Jinxi? Who is that? Zheng Ren was startled for a moment before he remembered the model who performed non-invasive appendectomy.
Thinking of Zhou Jinxi, those long, tight and powerful legs appeared in front of Zheng Ren's eyes. This is Zheng Ren's only impression of her.
He smiled and didn't care at all about Chang Yue's words.
"Boss, let's go on stage." Professor Rudolf Wagner couldn't wait.
"Oh." Zheng Ren said, "Old Wu, I have surgery here. You go in and sit for a while, and then we go out to have a meal together at noon when I get off the stage."
"No, no." Old Wu rubbed his hands and said, "I woke up very early, thinking that you were busy and were afraid of going on stage for surgery. Just catch up, just catch up."
As he spoke, he began to move the green vegetables down the load.
Zheng Ren wasn't being pretentious, it would be really boring to be polite at this time.
People are carrying burdens and don’t know what kind of transportation to come to Haicheng. The hardships and sufferings along the way are more valuable than the money for vegetables, and the most important thing is that this is a piece of heart.
Sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away is a light gift but heavy with affection.
This is probably the case.
"You're busy, I'll go back soon." After unloading the vegetables, Old Wu smiled naively, then firmly rejected Chang Yue and Zheng Ren's statement, and walked away as if he was running away with his load.
Looking at the various vegetables in the room, Zheng Ren smiled.
"Let's find someone to share it with." Zheng Ren said, "By the way, remember to give a copy to Old Director Pan."
"I know." Chang Yue said coldly as the smile disappeared from her face.
Zheng Ren knew that she had such a temper, so he didn't mind. He called Professor Rudolf Wagner and little Oliver and pushed the patient to the operating room in a wheelchair.
In the operating room, preparations are complete.
As soon as the patient arrived, Xie Yi's side began to get busy, preparing various instruments, consumables, guide wires, and catheters for Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren followed his old rules and inserted the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstructed image into the reader, studied it carefully, and virtualized the surgical process in his mind for the last time.
Professor Rudolf Wagner did not watch with Zheng Ren, but was busy making pre-operative preparations.
When the puncture started, the professor called Zheng Ren, "Boss, my dick is about to be punctured."
Zheng Ren responded, put on his lead clothes, brushed his hands and went on stage.
The professor was a little nervous, after all, this was the long-awaited day. Although he had a little too much energy yesterday and was a little less energetic today, he still managed to pull himself together and perform the femoral artery puncture seriously.
One shot, blood.
The guide wire was sent in.