When I woke up, it was already six o'clock.
There was a burst of aroma coming from the crack in the door.
Zheng Ren put on his clothes and went out to see Xie Yiren transformed into a little cook, wearing a simple and elegant checkered apron, preparing breakfast.
"You're up, go wash up and get ready to eat." Xie Yiren greeted.
"Okay." Zheng Ren smiled.
Is this what home feels like? Seems pretty good.
"Yiren, didn't you say you wanted to sleep in?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Let's make breakfast first. I'll go back to sleep when you leave." Xie Yiren turned his head and smiled broadly.
During breakfast, Zheng Ren contacted Feng Xuhui, and Feng Xuhui said that he was already waiting for Professor Rudolf Wagner.
Share the location with Feng Xuhui, and then have breakfast in peace.
Because it was still early and before the morning rush hour, Feng Xuhui called more than half an hour later and said he was at the door.
"Then I'm leaving. After the operation is done, I'll take you back to Haicheng." Zheng Ren said.
"Go, go, I want to catch up on some sleep." Xie Yiren said: "The day Director Kong came, I was exhausted to death."
Zheng Ren also felt sad when he recalled that Director Kong was particularly aggressive in challenging the night shift god.
I hope this never happens again in the future.
Standing up, Zheng Ren walked to the door, changed his shoes, smiled and opened his arms.
Hug lightly and leave at the touch of a touch.
Zheng Ren laughed loudly, touched Xie Yiren's head, turned around and opened the door.
After getting in the car, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still nagging that it was too early and that he had not even eaten breakfast.
Zheng Ren ignored him, closed his eyes, and began to recall the movie he watched yesterday.
Go through it again when you have time. What if there are any problems
After a long time of operation, I became a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Countless what-ifs were surrounding me like flies.
"Boss, I booked a flight for tonight." Zheng Reng just recalled the two films when he heard the professor say.
"Oh." Zheng Ren said flatly.
"Boss, your mobile phone must be turned on. I will call you if anything happens." The professor was always worried about asking Zheng Ren for surgery.
"Okay." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Actually, the success rate of your operation has reached 70%."
"It's not enough at all!" The professor waved his hand and said, "One hundred percent! Definitely!"
"You can do whatever you want. I'll definitely get there if I have time." Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, you can't be so arrogant." The professor said, "Dr. Mehar plays a very important role in the evaluation of the Nobel Prize in Medicine."
"I know." Zheng Ren interrupted the professor, "Fugui, if you apply for the Nobel Prize on the 31st next year, what is your success rate?"
"It is closely related to the success of the operation." The professor was a little nervous. To be honest, he didn't understand Zheng Ren's thinking.
The Nobel Prize, in his opinion, is higher than the sky. But from the perspective of the young boss in front of him, that's all.
Maybe this is the cultural difference between East and West
The car quickly drove to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University. Gao Shaojie stood at the gate of the third hospital department to greet Zheng Ren.
It was really early, and there was parking space in the hospital if we arrived early.
"Boss, why is it so early?" Gao Shaojie was also brought here from home by Zheng Ren. It was just seven o'clock. He arrived so early and the nurses were not at work, so the operation could not be performed.
"I have something to say," Zheng Ren said.
Gao Shaojie's heart trembled, and when he saw Zheng Ren's serious expression, he immediately fell silent.
"How well do you master the second-stage surgery?" Zheng Ren asked directly without being polite.
When he was in Haicheng, Zheng Ren said that he would teach Gao Shaojie about the second-stage surgery this time, but he was not as serious as he is now.
"I've done some research and feel that my technique is still lacking. But I can barely do it, and the success rate should be okay." Gao Shaojie said.
"Well, for today's second-stage surgery, I will do one, and you will do the rest." Zheng Ren said: "We must seize the time to learn. I may go to the Imperial Capital in a few days. Can the patients in the second hospital catch up with the second-stage surgery?" , I can’t guarantee it.”
Gao Shaojie knew in his heart that this was the case.
It's a good thing to go to the Imperial Capital, but you can't make a special trip back just for the second-stage surgery.
You know, if you go to the Imperial Capital, there are so many patients there, and if you really have to fly back, you will be extremely pressed for time.
It is not practical for patients to go to the imperial capital for surgery.
According to Gao Shaojie's observation, after the first-stage tip surgery, the patient's symptoms were relieved to varying degrees.
People, as long as it's not too serious, don't want to have surgery.
This is human nature.
Because symptoms have improved, only 60 to 70% of patients choose to undergo second-stage tip surgery.
If they were asked to go to the imperial capital to do it, probably not even one out of ten would go. The boss wanted to take on the responsibility of his family's patients. Gao Shaojie nodded.
The second-stage surgery was a bit difficult for him, but it was not a problem that he couldn't solve.
"By the way, boss." Gao Shaojie said: "The hospital called me last night and asked about the tips surgery. It is said that the article has been published in the New England Journal Medicine?"
"It should be so. I heard Su Yun say it once." Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, didn't you even read what was published yesterday?" Professor Rudolf Wagner made an exaggerated gesture, "This is a big event, and we need to open champagne to celebrate. Boss, can you not act so indifferent."
Zheng Ren smiled and said nothing.
"Director Lin came to work on tip surgery patients overnight last night, and agreed to waive a certain fee for patients with live broadcast or recorded surgery." Gao Shaojie said cautiously: "Boss, I only know about this. Do you have anything on your side? What’s the taboo?”
"No." Zheng Ren didn't know why the Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Medical University suddenly paid attention to it, but the improvement of tip surgery was rooted in liver MRI diffusion, which could not be reflected in the surgical recording.
If you are willing to keep the information, then just keep it. It’s not a big deal. Excellent articles have been published, which can be regarded as leaving one's own mark on the surgical techniques.
When he came to the office, Zheng Ren asked Gao Shaojie for a post-operative review photo of the patient who came to the provincial capital for tip surgery last time, and explained the specific technique to Gao Shaojie.
How to deal with a certain location. Somewhere, something needs special attention.
Everything is detailed, and it is full of empirical summaries. It can be said that every word is worth a thousand dollars.
Gao Shaojie has a good foundation and a solid foundation. Although he cannot compare with Professor Rudolf Wagner, he is far ahead of others.
Especially since he had witnessed Zheng Ren perform many second-stage tip surgeries with his own eyes, he had some idea.
Time passed bit by bit, and even Professor Rudolf Wagner gradually became more focused on his voice.
In many places, Zheng Ren was interrupted by Gao Shaojie or the professor after explaining. They had to think carefully for a long time before they understood what Zheng Ren meant.
Zheng Ren was not impatient. After all, this was a level difference, not that they were not intelligent enough or had bad attitudes.
Unconsciously, more and more doctors are working.
They all found it strange to see a blond foreigner standing in the office watching a movie.
Someone came over to see what was being said, but soon discovered that they could understand every word, but when put together it was like a bible, and they had no idea what it meant.