Zheng Ren looked at it for a few seconds and felt that the person was very familiar. But with the mask on, he couldn't tell who it was.
Even without a mask, Zheng Ren still couldn't recognize people.
Su Yun helped lift the patient, followed Zheng Ren's gaze and said, "Huh? Isn't this Mu Tao from Pengcheng?"
"Mu Tao? Is he Mr. Wu Haishi's student?" Zheng Ren remembered the name, but couldn't tell it.
"Yeah." Su Yun's voice was a little dull through the sterile mask, "Is this guy coming here to sleep?"
"I guess he's tired."
Su Yun also knew it, but he just said it out of habit. In fact, he was so tired that he felt like his body was falling apart and he would fall down at any time and fall asleep directly.
"Su Yun, go get some sleep." Zheng Ren said.
"Why don't you go to bed?" Su Yun replied angrily. I was in Nanchuan Town before, but I didn't go in for the last surgery, and there was another strong aftershock. This matter was like a sharp needle in Su Yun's heart, making him feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
"I..." Zheng Ren wanted to say that I wasn't tired, but he felt that Su Yun wouldn't go to sleep if he told me that.
It's really troublesome. I can't explain to Su Yun that the lead clothes he wears can convert radiation energy, and he also drank the energy potion.
Even with the blessing of two different system items, Zheng Ren was too tired to stand it.
I didn't sleep much for several days and nights. As for eating, I only took a few bites of compressed biscuits in Nanchuan Town. Well, it's orange flavored, it tastes weird, but it's not unpleasant.
Now the whole body is overdrawn.
But there were still patients, and countless seriously injured people were waiting for treatment. Zheng Ren struggled to squeeze out every ounce of energy he had.
After arranging the position of the newly injured person and brushing his hands, Zheng Ren was shocked to see Su Yun standing in front of the operating table, holding oval forceps in his hand and shaking his body back and forth.
This guy fell asleep standing up...
Zheng Ren hurriedly greeted Director Jiang, but he had to keep his voice down so as not to wake up Su Yun.
Several nurses rushed to help the unconscious Su Yun to lie down on the sofa in the operating room. A large green sterile gown was thoughtfully covered on Su Yun, and the nurses were satisfied.
Zheng Ren glanced at Mu Tao. The poor guy had been sitting there sleeping for who knows how long, and no one paid him any attention.
When the circulating nurse saw that Su Yun was covered with a sterile gown, she remembered that there was another person here who had slept for a while, and took another one to cover Mu Tao.
Pulling himself together, Zheng Ren began to lay out the sheets for the patient and prepare for the operation.
"Dr. Zheng, this is a domestically produced guidewire. Are you comfortable with it?" Director Jiang asked as he sent a new guidewire.
"It's okay, I always use this kind of guide wire." Zheng Ren said lightly.
"The domestic guide wire is too hard." Director Jiang was worried that Zheng Ren would not use it smoothly and delay the operation. After all, there were so many seriously injured people outside... But, he was embarrassed to speak directly.
"Be gentler, add a rotation angle to your wrist, about 5-8°, and you will find that a hard guide wire is easier to use than a soft guide wire." Zheng Ren gestured in front of Director Jiang.
Director Jiang didn’t understand...
5-8°? Can the movement of the wrist be so precise
"You still need to work with your fingers. Anyway, do it more and you'll be more proficient." Zheng Ren smiled. He was wearing a sterile mask. He couldn't see his smiling face, but his tone was gentle.
Xie Ning stood at the door, quietly watching the conversation between Zheng Ren and Director Jiang.
Director Jiang still didn't understand. Seeing that Zheng Ren was about to start the operation, he knew in his heart that the technique Zheng Ren mentioned was the key to his growth, but he couldn't delay the operation by dragging Zheng Ren into asking questions.
Normally, a difference of ten or eight points would be fine. But now, there are still many patients waiting for surgery.
But I didn't think about it, and I would be reluctant to give up.
He asked cautiously: "Dr. Zheng, after the earthquake relief is over, how about I go to your place for further study?"
"I am mainly engaged in organ intervention, and I am also involved in circulatory intervention. If you have time, you can come to the Imperial City to discuss it together." Zheng Ren said, the arterial needle in his hand had hit the nail on the head, the arterial sheath was placed, and the guidewire was passed in. .
This is a rhythm that is about to step on the line. Director Jiang is a little regretful, but with Zheng Ren's promise, it can be regarded as a gain.
He reluctantly walked out of the operating room and closed the airtight lead door.
"Director Jiang, what are you talking about?" Xie Ning asked casually while working.
"This Dr. Zheng is really young and promising." Director Jiang sighed and said, "I just asked him if the domestic micro guidewire would be too hard and difficult to handle. He told me about the technique. The question... I said I'm not afraid of your jokes, Uncle Ning, I didn't understand at all."
"Haha, am I joking with you?" Xie Ning asked.
"I don't think so. The surgery he performed was indeed amazing." Director Jiang came over mysteriously, without delaying his work at all, and whispered: "Professor Mu in the other operating room came from the United States. The Mayo Clinic rushed back to participate in the earthquake relief.”
"Yes." Xie Ning nodded without interrupting Director Jiang.
"In our small place, have you ever seen an American professor before?" Director Jiang intentionally or unintentionally concealed the fact that Mu Tao actually went to the Mayo Clinic for further study. This is human nature. That is to say, if he said it in the operating room, he could still be reliable. If he drank half a catty at the wine table, he could boast that Mu Tao was the most awesome doctor at the Mayo Clinic.
Xie Ning smiled, and if he heard the unreliable words, his left ear would burst out in his right ear.
"Uncle Ning, do you know the Mayo Clinic?"
"We know that one of the best hospitals in the world can be said to be the best hospital in some fields." Xie Ning said.
"Yes, for such an awesome place and such an awesome doctor, I must be very good. When I first watched Professor Mu perform surgery, I was dumbfounded." Director Jiang spoke Trump fluently, "They do surgeries. That’s called a slip.”
"Then what?" Xie Ning asked with a smile, handing out high-value consumables.
"I worship you, what can I do?" Director Jiang said: "People came all the way to participate in earthquake relief, and their level is so high, what else can I say. But Uncle Ning, do you know what I saw after Dr. Zheng's surgery? Any ideas?"
"Haha, don't you think Dr. Zheng's surgery is better than that of Professor Mu from the Mayo Clinic?" At this time, Xie Ning would of course follow Director Jiang's words and say something fun.
Although Xie Ning had already seen some clues from Director Jiang's expression and tone.
"Well, how should I put it..." Director Jiang searched his intestines, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said: "Let's put it this way, Professor Mu does surgery, I know the best, and I can tell where the best is. And Dr. Zheng does Surgery, I know it’s awesome, but I don’t understand it, and I don’t know what’s so awesome about it.”