Chapter 1131 Men Are Big Pigs' Hooves

Hanging up the phone, President Wang was about to go out when a figure crept in at the door.

"Mr. Wang, where are you." Mr. Wang saw that it was the family member of the patient just now, but it was not the one who let the patient eat, but another person.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Mr. Wang, I will trouble you to come to the stage during the operation later." The patient's family members bowed their waists slightly, and with a polite smile on their faces, they closed the door and took out a thick envelope from their arms. President Wang's arms were stuffed.

"What are you doing?" President Wang was displeased and said, "I don't accept red envelopes. Besides, I didn't do the surgery."

"I'm not bothering you, please come to power. After all, you are an expert in the imperial capital. What kind of good doctor can we have here in Haicheng?" The patient's family didn't seem polite when they saw Mr. Wang, and they were also very anxious, and put the envelope to the duty. He threw the room's bed, bowed deeply, and said, "Mr. Wang, please trouble you during the operation."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away, not giving President Wang a chance to refuse at all.

This was a mess, Mr. Wang smiled wryly with the envelope in his hand, all the words of Mr. Su from the 912 Vascular Section in his mind.

Has Boss Zheng's surgery been so severe? World number one? Mr. Su is usually very stable, how could he give such a judgment?

I can't!

Boss Zheng's surgery is indeed very powerful, but it is not to be regarded as a teaching surgery, so the chief director of a department in 912 keeps the general department, and he is still studying so late.

And to say that it is learning is a good way to say it.

He thought, and weighed the red envelope.

About 2,000 yuan, Mr. Wang smiled.

If you do the surgery yourself, you will receive it. But if Boss Zheng in the operating room did it, if he accepted it, things would go wrong.

It's really troublesome, and I have to pay hospital fees, Mr. Wang weighed the money and thought to himself.

...

Zheng Ren and the patient's family explained the condition and said a lot. He found that after he stepped into the skill tree and climbed to the top, even his ability to explain his illness seemed to have improved. The language is more concise and easier to understand.

Perhaps it is because of a deeper understanding of anatomy and disease.

After explaining to President Wang before the operation, Zheng Ren greeted him and went to the operating room. Holding the mobile phone, leaving a message to Xie Yiren, and walking out of the ward, Zheng Ren saw Feng Xuhui standing at the door of the ward, looking out the window, waiting quietly.

The largest trolley case was placed beside Liu Xiaojie, quietly waiting for the call.

"Xiao Feng, go." Zheng Ren greeted.

"Mr. Zheng, is it thrombectomy?" Feng Xuhui asked.

"Yo, do you all know about thrombectomy?"

"I've learned all the intervention-related surgeries, and I'm just looking at it. I'm thinking about it, I have to know what you need, Mr. Zheng." Feng Xuhui smiled and said to Zheng Ren.

"Well, keep working hard." Zheng Ren patted Feng Xuhui on the shoulder and passed Liu Xiaojie, still unaware of her existence, treating her as air.

Liu Xiaojie was curious, is this Boss Zheng pretending to be a gentleman, or is he really not seeing him? When he was brave in the imperial capital, no matter how much Zhou Chunyong insisted, he still smiled and talked to himself.

She has confidence in her appearance, she must be pretending, men are big pig hooves, Liu Xiaojie thought to herself.

When he came to the operating room, Zheng Ren changed his clothes and walked in.

"Mr. Zheng, how busy do you think you are." Chu Yanzhi complained: "At this point, shouldn't you be lying at home and chasing dramas? You have to work overtime."

"Come to 912." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "I have nothing to do."

"Cut, brag."

"Really, I'm not in charge of the emergency department, so I go to work during the day, weekends and weekends, and I can go out to run the flying knife. By the way, Su Yun said that he might go to Inner Mongolia recently. Are you two sisters interested?"

"Inner Mongolia? Why are you going?"

"Someone asked me for surgery in a hospital in the Horqin Right Wing Middle Banner. I've never been there, but I heard from Su Yun that there is a desert where you can camp and have a bonfire."

"Okay!" Chu Yanzhi jumped up excitedly.

The generation who grew up in the city rarely see such rarities as camping bonfires and full moons in the desert.

Not to mention the full moon in the desert, if the smog is lighter, you can see the moon as good weather.

"By the way, the patient is under local anesthesia, what are you doing here?" Zheng Ren asked.

"President Wang said he wanted to cut the intestines, so I didn't leave." Chu Yanzhi said, "I don't need me."

"I think the intestines can still be preserved, so don't leave yet. If I can't do it, I have to call you over."

"Mr. Zheng, do you think it's really good to use a regular Pearson like this?"

"It's okay." Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Gu Peisheng can't be on duty independently. There are few people in our hospital, so it's not the same. By the way, do you still use it to report to the teacher from Dawai? "

"I still need it at the beginning, but my sister and I are of high level. What can I say?" Chu Yanzhi said with a smile: "Who said that Gui Pearson can't be on duty, my sister and I have certificates, and according to the national requirements , must be on duty independently."

"Go for anesthesia, just kidding, you still need general anesthesia." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Um?"

"The patient has severe abdominal pain, and local anesthesia is at risk. Although it can be done reluctantly, general anesthesia is better." Zheng Ren smiled.

The patient had already been delivered, and Chu Yanzhi jumped up and down to give the patient anesthesia. Zheng Ren looked at Chu Yanzhi's back, but still couldn't understand. Even if they were fraternal twins, the difference in character was too big.

"Xiao Feng, where's the box? Let me look at the supplies." Zheng Ren walked into the operating room and asked.

Liu Xiaojie pushed the box over and stood there watching silently. Seeing that Zheng Ren was about to reach out, Feng Xuhui immediately pulled the box and opened it.

"Slow down, don't worry." Zheng Ren squatted down and started picking out various consumables.

"Mr. Zheng, take a look, what else is missing." Feng Xuhui said, "I thought about it myself, and I never had the chance to give you a glimpse."

Zheng Ren took a look and saw that the basic consumables were all there. Some of them didn't, and I could replace them with existing consumables, so I smiled and didn't speak. Pick up what you want and give it to the itinerant nurse.

"Where's Yiren?" the itinerant nurse asked.

"Send the director home, I'll be back soon." Zheng Ren went to brush his hands.

Then Zheng Ren sat on the sofa at the back, looking through the lead glass to see that Chu Yanzhi was busy, thinking about recent events in his heart.

If the thrombectomy is successful, there is no need to place a catheter for thrombolysis. In this case, you can go back to the imperial capital to continue the TIPS operation once you go to the provincial capital. It is said that Dr. Mayhal is also coming soon. The second-stage operation should not be very difficult, so let's just give him the prostate.

As for the Nobel Prize, Zheng Ren no longer thought about it. If you can't get the clinical technique, you can't get it, it doesn't matter.

Be happy, no matter what.