The car soon drove to a semi-open area with beautiful scenery. A three-story building with a large construction area stood among a patch of green grass.
"Boss, this is the special care area of the Karolinska Institute of Medicine and Surgery in Stockholm." Professor Rudolf Wagner said, "I'll go through the procedures for you in a moment. There must be strict security checks when entering."
"Who is diagnosing and treating here recently?" Su Yun breathed and asked, looking very absent-minded.
Instead of speaking loudly, the professor remained silent. Silently asking for Zheng Ren's and Su Yun's passports, he got out of the car.
The lights inside were bright, and the professor's back was stretched out so long that it fell on the ground, looking a little lonely.
"Boss, without you, Fugui'er would be dead this time." Su Yun looked at the professor's back and said.
"No." Zheng Ren smiled, "After so many years of business, there will definitely be difficulties, but they will not be unbearable. Moreover, as a mature doctor, the first consideration is not the profit after surgery, but the failure of the surgery. s consequence."
"Are you so sure that Fugui'er is not greedy for gain?"
"It's okay. Fu Gui'er looks rough, but his mind is still very delicate." Zheng Ren said: "We don't have to argue. Whether we can see Dr. Mehar or whether we can have surgery means that Fu Gui'er is here." Is there any backup here?"
"I'm talking about greed." Su Yun emphasized the last four words.
"Oh, if you are greedy for profit, you have to be able to take it away, right?" Zheng Ren said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Besides, I still have you."
"You know how to act stupid all day long, why don't you come and talk about the Nobel Prize?!" Su Yun suddenly became angry.
"The key is that I'm not very interested in the Nobel Prize." Zheng Ren said: "Well, it sounds to you like it's full of qualifications? But I'm just not interested, and it's not interesting. It's better to watch a group of foreigners scheming in this time. Do more surgeries.”
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"Su Yun, what do you think about us doing teaching surgery after we get back?" Zheng Ren interrupted the argument with Su Yun and said.
"Teaching? Tips surgery?" Su Yun frowned, "Aren't you afraid of your job being robbed?"
"There are two problems with what you said. First, doctors are benevolent and must follow..."
"Shut up, I haven't woken up yet. Give me some chicken soup, or I'll be rude to you." Su Yun interrupted Zheng Ren rudely.
"Haha." Zheng Ren was not angry, but smiled and continued: "Second, take my job? Who do you think has this level? You, or the professor? Or anyone here?"
Zheng Ren pointed to the small building of the Caroline Institute of Medicine and Surgery in Stockholm, smiled, and asked.
I'll go... Su Yun thought about what Zheng Ren said. I didn't mean that a certain person, but everyone here was rubbish.
Su Yun felt very uncomfortable.
Shouldn't such powerful words be spoken by oneself
Who gave him the confidence!
But when I calm down and think about it, what Zheng Ren said is true.
Su Yun couldn't even find a negative example.
If it comes to general surgery, Zheng Ren's standard can only be said to be good, and he can lead a team in any large tertiary hospital in the country. But when it comes to how high it is, that's not necessarily the case.
But if it comes to interventional surgery... Looking at the whole world... Even Professor Rudolf Wagner kneeled down so thoroughly, Su Yun really couldn't find an example that could slap him in the face.
"Okay, boss, you win." Su Yun was helpless.
"Then it's booked. When you get back, contact Director Kong. The first batch of patients will undergo teaching surgeries." Zheng Rendao: "Seize the time and train everyone so that the new surgery can be rolled out across the country as soon as possible."
Su Yun knew what Zheng Ren meant. There were at least 100,000 patients in the country with advanced liver cirrhosis who needed tip surgery. Every year, the same number of new patients appear.
One person can definitely not finish it all.
But... isn't this a good business to make money? There is a lot of traffic outside the door, registration tickets are hard to come by, and admission beds can be sold for a red envelope of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan. Isn't this what it should be
But if I ask myself, I have worked hard to perform the surgery, and there is no moral failure.
Are there really saints in this world? No! Absolutely impossible! Su Yun frowned in thought. Ten minutes later, when Professor Rudolf Wagner came out, Su Yun slapped his thigh and almost jumped up.
"Boss, your chess move is so good! So good! So good!" A rare look of admiration showed on Su Yun's face.
Zheng Ren was confused. What was this guy talking about
What is high? Are you going to do something awesome? Why don't you know
Su Yun didn't explain either. He just looked at Zheng Ren with an expression that said, "I know what you're going to do." There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Boss, after the formalities are completed, we can go to the observation room outside the ward to see Dr. Mehar." Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed to be worried, and his voice was slightly dull.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun got off the car and followed the professor into the small building of the Caroline Institute of Medicine and Surgery in Stockholm.
The decoration style here is very similar to the underground research institute in Resident Evil.
Every time Zheng Ren took a step, he heard the echo and felt a little creepy.
This is a cultural difference and a regional difference. Zheng Ren comforted himself.
The elevator is big, spacious and quiet.
Arriving on the second floor, a young nurse led the three of them to a ward inside. Open the door, and the ward and observation room are separated by transparent glass doors.
In the observation room, I could clearly see an old man lying in the ward. His body was covered with tubes, and countless machines made subtle noises, proving that modern humans were using the most advanced technology to delay the arrival of death.
Several doctors observed and recorded attentively. They looked very young but very serious.
"Boss, this is Dr. Mehar." The professor looked a little depressed and was in an extremely low mood. "Severe coronary artery occlusion, more than 95% of the three blood vessels were blocked at the same time. Now we rely on extracorporeal membrane lung to relieve the burden on the heart, and we must seize the time. Find a cure.”
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. He had already seen this from the system panel on the upper right side of his field of vision.
"Where's the movie?" Zheng Ren asked.
The professor immediately communicated with a young doctor who was observing the changes in Dr. Mehar's condition.
After showing his ID, the young doctor took notes and then retrieved the outline of Dr. Mehar's coronary angiography from the computer.
It seems that he had already undergone cardiac interventional surgery when he had myocardial infarction.
However, the operation was not successful, so only a copy of the radiograph was left, Zheng Ren guessed in his mind.
But this is not important, since he is his patient... Treat Dr. Mehar as his patient, then the important thing is to see the film, see the patient, and then perform the surgery.
Zheng Ren thought very simply and sat directly in front of the machine and started reading the pictures.