Has that young man grown up to the point where he can teach surgery to the best professors in the country? Pei Yingjie was a little confused. Although I had already prepared myself mentally before coming, looking back, I still couldn’t believe it.
"If I hadn't stopped them, there would probably be more than just this crowd now." Director Kong drove out of the airport and returned to the city leisurely.
Han Guangzhi suddenly whispered: "Teacher, there is another live broadcast."
"Well, we will treat 10 patients today, and two of the surgeries will be broadcast live." Director Kong explained.
"Can the new tip surgery really be done so quickly? Can it do 10 surgeries a day?" Pei Yingjie asked.
Not only has the success rate of surgery increased exponentially, but the operation time has also been greatly shortened. This is an earth-shaking change for interventional surgery.
The more knowledgeable and advanced people are, the more incredible they find it.
Maybe a layman would say that it was originally like that. But this is just layman's talk. People who have actually undergone tip surgery and doctors who are obsessed with puncture failure will never say such things.
"I didn't believe it at first." Director Kong smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "But isn't the surgery done right under my nose? You'll get used to it after seeing it too much."
"Have you learned it?" Pei Yingjie asked.
"It's almost the same, but I'm old and my skills are not as fast as Boss Zheng's. Now it takes half an hour for me to perform an operation." There was a pride in Director Kong's tone that could not be concealed.
This is just too much pretense.
A tip surgery takes 30 minutes, is it still called slow? Isn't this a joke
Pei Yingjie laughed and didn't take it seriously. Instead, he turned around and picked up Han Guangzhi's cell phone and started watching the live broadcast of Xinglinyuan's surgery.
Soon, he finished reading.
"Lao Kong, Boss Zheng's surgery is really stable." Pei Yingjie sighed.
"That's right." Director Kong said happily: "I have seen twenty surgeries, and they are almost the same model. There are no special changes."
Surgery can reach this level and treat portal hypertension as appendicitis. This is a great skill.
Pei Yingjie sighed, feeling a little regretful when he thought of Jin Yaowu's depressed expression after he returned.
This is the inner demon. If he cannot overcome it, Jin Yaowu may not be able to make any progress in his life.
"Xiao Han, you have caught up with the good times." Director Kong said with a smile when he saw Han Guangzhi hurriedly taking back the mobile phone from Pei Yingjie's hand, presumably because he wanted to seize the time to watch the live broadcast of the surgery.
"Huh?" Han Guangzhi was stunned for a moment.
"After you learn how to do it, ask Zheng Ren to fly the knife and do some teaching surgeries at our place in a few days." Pei Yingjie said with a smile.
"By the way, Director Pei, something happened in Northeast China a few days ago. Do you know?" Director Kong did not explain to Han Guangzhi, but asked Pei Yingjie.
"Is it about flying knives?"
"yes."
Speaking of Zheng Ren Fei Magic City, the two of them thought of something that happened in the past few days.
A few days ago, a department of a hospital in a third- or fourth-tier city in Dibei Province invited a professor from Imperial City to perform an operation.
The money for the flying knife was all agreed upon and signed.
The operation was successful, but the patient's family refused to admit it after the operation. Unless it was said to be a red envelope, the local director who asked for a professor was sued from one head to two.
Because the operation was successful and the patient was fine, this "dispute" would not become a big deal at all. The relevant departments finally determined that the flying knife money was a red envelope and should be returned, and the director was given a warning.
This matter has not yet fermented, but it has already spread throughout the circle of professors who are qualified to run flying knives.
"It's a good flying knife, but you have to make trouble." Director Kong sighed, "There are only so many beds in the Imperial Capital. Do we have to squeeze in to see a doctor in the Imperial Capital in the future?"
"There's nothing we can do." Professor Pei was very gentle. He just wanted to brush this matter off.
"In the future, Xiao Han and the others will be able to catch up with the good times." Director Kong continued: "Surgery is always necessary. Now we advocate more practice. In the future, all public hospitals will be doctors below the attending level. I want to find you, Pei. When the director performs surgery, he has to go to a private hospital.”
"Are you not allowed to leave here?"
"Well, I guess it won't be open to the public soon." Director Kong said, "But who knows, I guess I should practice more. Otherwise, I will give birth as soon as the operation is performed."
Han Guangzhi vaguely understood what Director Kong was talking about. He said with a smile: "In the Magic City, the teacher's number is in the hands of the ticket seller, and the number has reached 8,000."
"Is this a reflection of value?" Director Kong said: "In the future, if you go to a private hospital, you will be directly quoted a price of 4,000 per number."
"I'm not worth the price. I'm supported by the name of the hospital now. We two old bones probably won't see that day, Guangzhi, study hard, there is still hope."
As he said that, Professor Pei was startled.
"Zheng Ren, do you have a special number now?" he asked.
"No, he wasn't even allowed to leave the outpatient clinic." Director Kong said, "Two days ago, Mr. Cui from the emergency department came to compete with me, but I pushed him back."
"..." Pei Yingjie was speechless. Going to the emergency department to rob Zheng Ren
"What's the best place to go to the emergency room? I'm busy and tired. I'm so busy that I have no time to do scientific research. I don't even have time to fall in love."
"What did Zheng Ren say?" Pei Yingjie remembered coming to the emergency department of Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital.
"I think this kid is mentally active, but he told me very well." Director Kong said: "Two days ago, there was a patient with superior mesenteric artery dissection. Mr. Cui took a look at Boss Zheng, and then admitted Zheng to the hospital. The boss performed the surgery."
"This is a step-by-step process." Pei Yingjie smiled and said: "Old Kong, you not only have to worry about foreign thieves here, but you also have to guard against domestic thieves."
"Who says it's not the case? It's not easy to do something now." Director Kong said: "If you open Boss Zheng's special number now, I dare to mark one number for ten thousand, and I will come or not. I'll get it later. Nobel Prize, one number is 100,000.”
"..." Han Guangzhi was stunned.
"Years ago, I went to Hong Kong for an exchange. The director of a gastroenteroscopy performed a gastrointestinal endoscopy for NT$40,000 per time and only did it for 15 days a month. Later, when we were having dinner, he said that he didn't need to earn more in a year, just HK$350 million. That’s enough, the rest of the time I have to spend time with my family, playing golf, and going on a yacht.”
"When can we do this?" Han Guangzhi's eyes were bright.
"Don't talk nonsense. Not only in my life, but also in your life." Director Kong said with a smile, "When I went there, I saw a few young doctors protesting."
"Protest for what?"
"Their income of 160,000 Hong Kong dollars a month feels too little."
"..." Han Guangzhi was speechless. He really didn't know why there was such a big gap in value.