After the puncture is completed, the membrane-coated stent is inserted, followed by the retrievable stent.
Everything went smoothly, Director Kong was dumbfounded.
Is this a tips surgery
No.
Director Kong leaned forward, eyebrows knitting together, thinking deeply.
After the retractable bracket was installed, Director Kong was a little confused. At this time, his phone vibrated and a burst of weird music played.
Director Kong raised his eyes, glanced at Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner who were operating inside with complex eyes through the leaded glass, and turned to leave the operating room.
The ringtone was set for Su Yun. Director Kong contacted Su Yun through Zhao Yunlong and other hospital residents to obtain all kinds of information about Zheng Ren at any time.
I originally thought it was a casual move, but I didn't expect it to play a huge role.
Director Kong came to the corridor, answered the phone, and lowered his voice: "What's the matter?"
"Director Kong, are you undergoing surgery?" Su Yun's lazy voice came over, accompanied by a huge sigh.
"yes."
"Can you understand?"
Director Kong seemed to see Su Yun's handsome face with a twitching smile appearing in front of his eyes.
But... I really can't understand it.
"I can't understand." Director Kong said, shaking his head helplessly.
"Hehe." Su Yun smiled.
"You just want to ask me if I can understand?" Director Kong was a little angry and said, "If that's the case, you can hang up the phone."
"Director Kong, how could I laugh at you?" Su Yun said quickly: "I have something important to tell you."
"Say!" Director Kong's voice was low, but increasingly dignified.
"The latest issue of the new england journal medicine has published an article on tips surgery." Su Yundao.
"..." Director Kong said nothing.
Medical journals like New England have frighteningly high SCI scores, and all the judges have their eyes set on them. Even if ordinary documents pass the review, they still have to wait in line for publication.
However, an article about tips surgery was directly published, which made Director Kong feel strange.
"Hey, Director Kong, let me tell you, the boss doesn't even know yet. Although he may not care, I was the first to inform you." Su Yun became unhappy and complained on the other side of the phone.
"Xiao Su, thank you." Director Kong's words were much gentler, "Well, the first author is..."
"It must be the boss. I did this all by myself. I can be named the second author of Fu Gui'er because he wants to apply for the Nobel Prize in Medicine with this paper."
"Okay, I understand." Some ideas gradually became clear in Director Kong's mind.
His tone was firm, and he hung up the phone directly without talking to Su Yun.
Director Kong thought for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed.
"Dean Yan, I am Kong Liancheng."
"I have seen Dr. Zheng's tips surgery with my own eyes. It is absolutely revolutionary and world-leading."
"Yes, and there is progress regarding the Nobel Prize. The article is said to have been published in the latest issue of the new england journal medicine."
"Reporting to the head, I'm sure! I saw the tip surgery performed by Dr. Zheng with my own eyes!" Suddenly, Director Kong subconsciously closed his legs together as if in a military salute, and replied seriously.
"My suggestion is to set up a research center for tip surgery, and bring Dr. Zheng to our home to specialize in the study of tip surgery. The Nobel Prize requires a large amount of surgery. The award is on the one hand, and according to my preliminary observation, the new surgical method is still It can benefit patients.”
"good!
at all costs! !
Complete the task resolutely! ! ! "
After speaking, Director Kong hung up the phone.
His brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was facing an extremely difficult battle, and he was thinking hard about how to arrange his troops.
The first tip surgery patient was sent out quickly. Wang Qiang went to send the patient, while Gao Shaojie exchanged surgical experience with Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren glanced around and didn't see Director Kong. He was afraid that his old comrade might have a heart attack from staying up late last night and asked Feng Xuhui to look for him.
Feng Xuhui walked out of the operation room and saw Director Kong standing on the other side of the corridor, frowning in thought.
"Director Kong, you are here. Mr. Zheng asked me to look for you." Feng Xuhui greeted him with a smile.
"You are Manager Feng of Changfeng MicroPort, right?" Director Kong ignored Feng Xuhui's words and asked directly.
"I am." Feng Xuhui was stunned for a moment. Director Kong is... why does he look so serious
"Call the big boss of your company and come to see me in Haicheng at eight o'clock tonight."
"..." Feng Xuhui was stunned and had no idea what was going on.
Even if Director Kong is the department director of a top tertiary hospital in the country, he does not seem to have the status and qualifications to summon the CEO of a domestic consumables company.
Director Kong looked at Feng Xuhui's expression, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "It's not just you, there are other companies. I just want to give your company a chance for the sake of Boss Zheng. It doesn't matter if you don't come, you are yourselves look."
After speaking, Director Kong strolled back to the operation room.
Feng Xuhui was confused. What did this mean
He thought for a long time, but he still didn't understand what Director Kong said.
Since Director Kong came, Feng Xuhui felt that his sky had fallen.
Although there are immortals to guide me, I have just refused the company to transfer me overseas, and Mr. Zheng is going to the imperial capital...
Today Feng Xuhui also cheered up and followed him to the Second Municipal Hospital. Up to now, he was still feeling uneasy.
However, after thinking about it, Feng Xuhui still did not make any decisions, but dialed Director Ma's number.
Ma Quan is in a meeting, and the company is facing a life or death decision.
Parkson International is facing bankruptcy and liquidation, and the company is meeting to discuss how to get a share of the pie.
Everyone in the meeting had their cell phones muted, except Ma Quan's cell phone in front of them.
While watching the company's financial boss and sales director having a heated debate, Ma Quan noticed that the phone screen in front of him lit up.
His cell phone was also on silent mode. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was Feng Xuhui, so he hung up the phone.
But not long after, the phone lit up again.
md, this little salesman is so brave! Ma Quan looked at the screen of his phone coldly, hearing the quarrel between his two capable men and feeling a little irritated.
It's obviously a good thing, but the company's capabilities are limited. It can tear off a piece of meat at most, but can't get a big share of the pie. This undoubtedly makes Ma Quan a little unhappy.
But at this moment, Feng Xuhui still called over and over again without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Little thing, you're looking for death!
Ma Quan hung up the phone again.
But within ten seconds, the phone screen lit up again!
Ma Quan was furious, and he slowly picked up the phone.
If Feng Xuhui doesn't give him an explanation, he must give Feng Xuhui an explanation!