The operation is over.
Zheng Ren took off his lead clothes and pretended to put them in the trolley box, but actually put the lead clothes back into the system space.
Wearing isolation clothes, came to the operation room.
"Lao Gao, I'm going back." Zheng Ren said, "How many patients are there with you?"
"6-10, I'll go back and screen them again." Gao Shaojie said.
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded, "Second-stage surgery, do you understand?"
Gao Shaojie nodded, then shook his head, "I understand, but I can't do it."
"It will get better slowly." Zheng Ren said, "I will go to the provincial capital for the second-stage surgery in a few days. I will teach you."
What Gao Shaojie said was true. Zheng Ren's second-stage surgery was very simple. It looked like just taking out a recyclable stent.
However, as the stent travels in the liver, the liver parenchyma is at risk of being scratched and ruptured at any time.
If we talk about the first-stage tip surgery, the test is to use magnetic diffusion imaging to find the puncture point. So the second phase of the tips surgery test mainly focuses on the fine techniques of the surgeons.
Zheng Ren knew that this could not be solved by one or two genius ideas.
After all, he is a master-level participant, but Gao Shaojie has not even reached the grandmaster level.
If it were Professor Rudolf Wagner, he would fail once or twice out of ten times.
Although the consequences will not be serious, it will greatly affect the therapeutic effect of tip surgery.
This problem needs to be solved.
In fact, it’s okay not to solve it. The stent remains in it, but the shunt vein is slightly thinner, so the postoperative recovery is not that good.
However, Zheng Ren doesn't have any good ideas about this now, so he can only think about it like this.
I changed my clothes and got into the car with the professor and Director Kong.
Gao Shaojie did not follow. He wanted to return to the provincial capital overnight to carefully examine the patients who were going to undergo tip surgery.
Today, Gao Shaojie saw Zheng Ren's rigor.
If a problem like Cheng Lixue's happened in his own place, Gao Shaojie thought he would just commit suicide and apologize, since he would not have the nerve to learn surgery from Zheng Ren.
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Returning to the First City Hospital, the emergency ward and atmosphere were completely different from yesterday.
There was no noise in the corridor, and there was no end-of-the-world feeling.
Several doctors were writing cases silently, while Su Yun was sitting in a corner, quietly playing with his mobile phone.
Seeing such a scene, Zheng Ren finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The night shift god's anger towards Director Kong ended at eight o'clock in the morning, as expected.
After all, eight o'clock in the morning belongs to the next day. The nurses are all off work at night, and the curse of the night shift god ends here.
"Back." Su Yun raised his head, his black hair floating in front of his forehead.
"Well, the patients are all stable," Zheng Ren said.
"The patients are all stable without you." Su Yun stabbed Zheng Ren without missing a chance.
Zheng Ren shook his head. The incident last night really had nothing to do with him. It was all Director Kong's fault.
"I'm going to catch up on some sleep." Zheng Ren said listlessly.
"Boss, do you still remember that you have more than a dozen surgical records that you haven't written down?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren coldly and brought up the thing that Zheng Ren didn't want to hear.
"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.
But he still had to write when he should, otherwise Zheng Ren would sleep all night long and be afraid that he would have forgotten the surgical procedures of two patients.
Although the operation was performed without any problems, the operation record is only a way of recording and is not important.
But rules are rules.
Zheng Ren still sighed, found a computer and sat down, and began to write operation records for each patient one by one.
The professor returned to the ward to see his precious patient who had undergone prostate interventional embolization. Director Kong sat next to Zheng Ren, watching Zheng Ren work, but his eyes were a little distracted, thinking about something in his heart.
The office was quiet and everyone was busy.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the tranquility, and Director Kong stood up subconsciously and strode out of the office.
He took out his phone and took a look. It was an encrypted number.
After finding the duty room and looking back to see that there was no one there, Director Kong entered the duty room and picked up the phone.
"Hello."
"Okay, I'm in Haicheng. I'll inform Comrade Zheng Ren right now."
"Yes, the Nobel Prize will be awarded on December 10."
"good."
After speaking, Director Kong hung up the phone.
He thought for a moment, with a smile on his face. After walking out of the duty room, he went directly to Director Pan.
Knocking on the door, Director Pan was dealing with a medical dispute, one of those trivial matters in the emergency department.
Seeing Director Kong coming, Director Lao Pan motioned to Director Kong to sit down first, and then patiently explained to the family members.
Maybe it's because Director Pan is so energetic, or maybe it's because it's almost four o'clock and it's time to go home. The patient argued for a few words before being calmed down by Director Pan and left the office.
"Director Pan, I have a mission." Director Kong said directly without being polite.
Director Pan's expression turned serious, and then he asked seriously: "What do you need me to do?"
"Use your office. I'll call Zheng Ren and ask him and Su Yun to come over."
"Okay." Old Director Pan did not hesitate and did not ask.
This is discipline, which has been deeply ingrained in the bones of old Director Pan.
After walking out of his office, Old Director Pan did not leave the door, but stood at the door like a guard.
Soon, Zheng Ren and Su Yun rushed over with puzzled faces.
"Go in." Old Director Pan said.
"What's going on?" Zheng Ren asked, confused.
"Assignment, don't talk too much, just accept the assignment. Whatever needs to be done, follow Director Kong's arrangements." Old Director Pan gave Zheng Ren a few words.
Zheng Ren nodded and walked in with Su Yun.
Su Yun, who had always been cynical, lost the usual joking expression on his face. He seemed to have had a premonition of what was going to happen, and he seemed to be a different person.
Although Director Pan's expression was serious, it could be seen that his whole body was relaxed.
There was even a little bit of pride on his body.
Zheng Ren is leaving, and Director Pan will not keep him. The sky that belongs to Zheng Ren is very high and far away. All he has to do is watch it.
A few minutes later, Zheng Ren, Su Yun and Director Kong came out.
Handing over tasks cannot be refused, it is just a matter of a few words.
This was not war time, so Director Kong and Zheng Renduo had a few words. If it were during war, it would probably be over in just a few dozen seconds.
Zheng Ren looked at Old Director Pan and wanted to say something.
Director Lao Pan had a straight face and said: "Top-secret mission, relevant information cannot be communicated or leaked to anyone."
After a pause in his voice, Director Pan said sternly: "This is discipline."
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then nodded, turned and left.
"Director Pan, I'm leaving on a plane tomorrow. The 912 doctors should arrive in the next few days. I'll ask them to report to you." Director Kong said with a smile: "It's like training new recruits. Who is so dishonest? Just bring it over and slap the belt."
The two looked at each other and laughed.