After Director Sun and Zheng Ren finalized the patient's second-stage surgery tomorrow morning, they turned around and left. This red envelope can be said to be extremely affordable.
Back in the dressing room, Zheng Ren did not rush to change clothes, but went to the small smoking room and lit half a purple cloud.
He took a deep breath and felt a little more energetic.
There are too many things to do, too few manpower, and we are exhausted every day.
This is the basic living condition of almost all doctors who are motivated, and Zheng Ren has a little more advantage than them. People from Xie Yi will not quarrel with Zheng Ren because they have less time to get together.
Doctors who are generally around thirty years old basically work 8-10 hours a day. In addition to sleeping and eating, which are necessary "wastes" to maintain physiological functions, they also have to find time to study, advance, and engage in scientific research.
Back home, it’s a little better if I don’t have a baby. I can go out with my wife to watch a movie or have a meal every now and then. If you have children, it will be miserable.
Everyone is the same.
Thinking of this, Zheng Ren felt a little worried.
Xie Yiren's birthday is a big event, and Zheng Ren knows it without Su Yun's advice.
I only have one idea in my mind on how to do it, but I can't refine it. It's hard to say whether it can even be done.
After taking a look at WeChat, Cui Heming left a message. The person he helped find had already boarded the plane. Zheng Ren quickly sent a message to Feng Xuhui, forwarding the ticket to Feng Xuhui and asking him to help pick up the plane.
In the afternoon, there are three more pre-operative briefings...
Zheng Ren couldn't leave at all.
After smoking half a cigarette, Zheng Ren sighed. I hope I won't be busy tonight, and I will definitely ask Xiao Yiren to go out for dinner.
It was so busy that it made people collapse. Zheng Ren especially missed the quiet time with Xie Yiren.
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The imperial capital, somewhere.
Director Kong sat upright with his hands on his knees, as if he were back when he first joined the army more than 20 years ago.
The president of the hospital, the vice president in charge of clinical work, and a few core relevant people were doing it quietly.
A middle-aged man in his forties who looked shrewd and capable had information in his hand and was looking at it carefully.
He had been watching for twenty minutes, but everyone present was not impatient at all and just sat upright.
After a long time, the middle-aged man raised his head and asked, "The results of the political review are very good. It seems that there is no problem now."
The expression on Director Kong's face was a little relaxed.
"Is it just that the new surgical technique is mature?" the man asked.
"Because it is a new surgery, the number of patients who have undergone the surgery is not enough, but I think it is relatively mature." Director Kong was still a little nervous when he said this.
In any case, this is using his own face as a guarantee for Zheng Ren.
If it works, it will naturally benefit you.
If it doesn't work, you still have to bear the responsibility.
The middle-aged man pondered.
"Yesterday, when I had a collective discussion with my colleagues in the health care group, we discussed similar issues." Director Kong said: "A German professor who previously conducted related surgical research in Shanghai is now in Haicheng, working with Zheng Renzheng Doctors learn relevant surgeries.”
"According to the feedback from Dr. Zheng's assistant, the second surgery was performed on a patient provided by this German professor. The surgery was successful, and it was a teaching surgery," Director Kong said slowly.
This is also the source of his confidence.
Professor Rudolf Wagner, that is a banner in the academic world.
Even he went to Haicheng, so the chance of problems with the operation was really low.
The middle-aged man continued to remain silent. He looked at Director Kong and cherished his words like gold.
"After discussion and collective decision-making among comrades, we believe that the operation can be carried out." Director Kong finally said.
This is the most critical sentence.
The middle-aged man nodded, did not waste any time, stood up, and said, "Then I will report."
After sending him away, the atmosphere relaxed a bit.
The dean is very old, nearly sixty years old, with gray hair.
But my back is straight and straight, not much changed from when I was a teenager.
Some habits are immersed deep in the soul.
"Director Kong, do the comrades in the health care team have the same opinion?" After the meeting, Dean Yan called Director Kong into his office, along with Vice President Yuan who was in charge of clinical work.
"It was not unified at first." Director Kong told the truth.
There was something in these words. The two deans sat down and the secretary made three cups of tea and placed them in front of the three of them.
"Recently, there have been some new developments in Haicheng. When faced with objections, I mentioned these developments, and then everyone came to a unified understanding and decided that Dr. Zheng would perform the surgery." Director Kong said.
Dean Yan suddenly became interested, but there was no expression of any emotion on his face. He just picked up the teacup and swept away the dense water vapor with the lid.
He didn't rush to drink the tea, but smelled the tea.
"As I get older, I don't like many things. Drinking tea is my only hobby." Dean Yan said calmly.
When Director Kong heard this, he immediately sat up straight with a serious expression.
Based on his understanding of Dean Yan, he was afraid that if he was complacent and betrayed a small thing, he would have made the Dean unhappy.
"After Dr. Zheng returned to Haicheng, he began to research new techniques for tip surgery, and the paper will be published in the latest issue of New England Journal of Medicine."
"Oh? It's great to be able to publish papers in the top journals at such a young age." Dean Yan nodded and took a sip of tea.
"This is just the beginning." Director Kong said: "Researching with Dr. Zheng... or as an assistant in the research work is Professor Rudolf Wagner of the Heidelberg University Medical Center. The professor is a top scientific and technological talent in the interventional field, and it is reported that he is starting Submit the new tip surgery method to the review of next year’s Nobel Prize in Medicine.”
"Huh?" Dean Yan and Dean Yuan's hands froze for a moment.
Fortunately, other than publishing papers, he could not attract the attention of the two chief and deputy directors of the top tertiary hospitals in the country.
But the Nobel Prize...
This is a big deal!
Even if he is not awarded the Nobel Prize in Medicine, the identity of a candidate is worthy of attention.
No wonder, the comrades in the health care team collectively agree.
"Director Kong, what do you think?" Dean Yan was scheming and thought about countless things in an instant, but he said nothing and just stared at Director Kong implicitly.
"My idea is that talents like Dr. Zheng should stay in our hospital." Director Kong said firmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that there was something wrong with his tone, so he repeated, "You must stay in our hospital!"
"Hmm..." Dean Yan pondered.
Dean Yuan said with a smile: "He must be the little doctor who rescued Fang Lin."
Director Kong nodded.
"That young man is pretty good, I think it's okay." Dean Yuan nodded.
"Okay." Dean Yan thought for a few seconds and then said happily.
The personnel power is in the hands of the chief dean. If he doesn't nod, both Director Kong and Dean Yuan will be busy in vain.
Dean Yan also knew that this was Director Kong's opportunity to report the matter to him.
However, it is unlikely that he would disagree. After all, he is a candidate for the Nobel Prize. If the little guy skyrockets in the future, he may not be able to win over him.
At this moment, it is a good opportunity to meet at the end of the day.
Director Kong didn't feel relaxed because of the Dean's agreement. He frowned, as if there was something he couldn't say.
"Director Kong, just tell me if you have anything to say." Dean Yan also didn't understand. Director Kong is not usually the kind of person who hides his words. What's going on today
"Dean Yan, when Dr. Zheng first completed the prostate interventional embolization, I asked him if he wanted to come to our hospital, but Dr. Zheng did not agree."
Um? A doctor from a prefecture-level hospital should not refuse a call from one of the top tertiary hospitals in the country.
What is the problem? Is it salary or position
Dean Yan and Dean Yuan looked at Director Kong, waiting for the next step.
"I was also very surprised. Then I sent Professor Rudolf Wagner and I went to Haicheng. The director of the emergency department of Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital was an old doctor from our army and the former owner of the senior cadre ward in the military region. He and The relationship between Dr. Zheng is very close, and we share the same affection as father and son." Director Kong said slowly.
"Director Lao Pan is determined to improve the level of emergency medicine in Haicheng and safeguard local construction." Director Kong said, "I also inquired about some relevant information later. Doctor Zheng refused my invitation, probably because of Comrade Lao Pan."
"Interesting, he looks like one of ours." Dean Yan nodded, crossing his hands and circling his thumbs.
After hearing the reasons analyzed by Director Kong, he agreed very much.
Everyone in the army is the same. They always want to do something, such as supporting local construction and other stupid things.
Society is becoming more and more impetuous, but soldiers cannot do that.
Unexpectedly, a young doctor under thirty would give up the opportunity to come to the imperial capital for the "unrealistic" idea of an old comrade to support local construction. This is commendable.
"What do you think?" Vice President Yuan asked Director Kong.
"At first I thought, forceful melons are not sweet." Director Kong said: "Since Xiao Zheng has this idea, fulfilling him is also fulfilling the hard work of our veteran comrades in the army."
Speaking, Director Kong smiled bitterly.
"The most important thing is that Director Pan is old and can't work for a few more years. I thought that it would be too late when Director Pan retires.
Unexpectedly, he grew up too fast. It’s only been a few months and I’m going to compete for the Nobel Prize. If we don't take action, I'm afraid the difficulty will increase exponentially in the future. "
"Yeah." Dean Yan narrowed his eyes and looked like he was asleep. It's just that under the desk that no one else can see, the two thumbs are circling faster and faster.
"I have some ideas and big moves, such as the hospital being discharged and acquiring Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital." Director Kong said.
"Impossible." Sure enough, this idea was directly rejected by Vice President Yuan.
"Then we can only send people to support in the name of supporting local construction." Director Kong thought about it for a long time and finally threw this opinion away.
Upon hearing this opinion, the two deans' eyes lit up.
"Okay!" Dean Yan decided directly, "Help the old comrades and solve the worries of the younger comrades. This is a good way!"