Chapter 1132 A Fourth-Tier Town with a Strong Local Flavor

Liu Xiaojie was very unfamiliar with this place, unlike Feng Xuhui who had a touch of intimacy.

She stood in the operating room and looked at the operating room. The equipment was five years ago, but it looked new, and it was estimated that it had not been used a few times.

Such a small place...

"Xiaojie, sit down." Feng Xuhui sorted the contents of the box into different categories, and then closed them.

"Manager Feng, Mr. Zheng used to work here?" Liu Xiaojie sat down and asked lightly.

She has a preliminary understanding of the doctor who is rushing to flatter the manager of her own company. Although she is not very impressed with places like Mayo, and she has just graduated, she still has a young and frivolous energy, but she is I don't think that Mr. Zheng is so powerful.

"Well, I was selling the company's products in the Northeast Region at that time, and I met Mr. Zheng through a promotion event." Feng Xuhui limped and put the box in a place out of the way, and also found a sofa familiarly. sit down.

In a small hospital in a dilapidated fourth-tier city, Liu Xiaojie felt that it was really bad for the boss and manager who looked a little funny when he limped.

This is not the life I want. In my imagination, I will become an urban white-collar beauty after graduation, working from 9 to 5. Become the elite in the industry while busy! Instead of running to a small fourth-tier city with this stupid and disabled manager, rushing to deliver consumables to a doctor who is not even 30 years old and is said to be very good.

If it weren't for finding the reason for the failure, Liu Xiaojie would have been reluctant to perfunctory.

There is no experience worth learning at all, everything is messy and does not meet Liu Xiaojie's aesthetics.

"Xiaojie, that's Mr. Wang from 912." Feng Xuhui introduced Liu Xiaojie in a low voice. He thought this girl was quite capable, and he followed along without complaining.

"912? The imperial capital's 912?"

"Well, in December last year, Director Kong proposed to dig Mr. Zheng to 912, but Mr. Zheng was not at ease at home. So 912 used four hospital managers to replace Mr. Zheng, and they came. It is estimated that he will go back soon. I don't know who will come." Feng Xuhui told a fact.

Uh... Liu Xiaojie was stunned for a moment.

What Mayo, what a visiting professor, is too far away for Liu Xiaojie. A fresh graduate will not feel so arrogant.

However, the name of 912 is not known to many people in China.

Except for the postgraduate entrance examination, no one of her classmates can be classified into a third-class hospital with the same grade as 912.

Even after graduates and doctoral degrees, there are very few people left. Feng Xuhui's words unintentionally touched a sensitive area in Liu Xiaojie's heart.

For medical students, large domestic tertiary hospitals naturally have a sacred worship.

Is he so great?

If I can go to 912 by myself, I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep for a few days and nights. And this President Zheng was still unwilling, so he forced 912 out of 4 hospital managers to come to this valley to support him.

Seeing Liu Xiaojie's dull expression, Feng Xuhui smiled, "Mr. Zheng is very good."

Liu Xiaojie was speechless. Through the lead glass, she looked at the legendary President Zheng who was undergoing surgery. It was him, Director Zhou Chunyong, who gave up the imported consumables that he had used for many years without hesitation, and did not hesitate to tear his face with the old relationship.

She is not stupid, she has long known that her failure is because of this reason.

Just because he didn't want to admit it, or because Zheng Ren was too young, he didn't look like a respectable professor, but a classmate. There are many such honest and honest classmates, some of them are rushing to make meals for themselves, some of them have made numerous appointments with themselves, and they have been directly rejected. In short, Liu Xiaojie still has a slight contempt for this young boss Zheng, who is like a classmate.

"Why did he perform the operation alone?" Liu Xiaojie suddenly realized that something was wrong and asked in surprise.

Surgery is not done by one person. When she was in school, the teacher said it and kept saying it, so she was deeply impressed.

"I can't help it, there are not many people in the city's first hospital." Feng Xuhui said: "In the past, there was a rich man who helped Mr. Zheng, and Mr. Yun could also go. But this time, Mr. Zheng came back in a hurry, so only Can go alone."

Fugui'er, this name...is full of local flavor, it seems that this is the second time Manager Feng has mentioned this name.

Unconsciously, Liu Xiaojie's impression of this place was a little bad. Even the laminar air in the operating room that he breathes has an earthy smell.

"Brother Feng, are you busy?" Xie Yiren walked in, her eyebrows curved, and smiled at Feng Xuhui, but before Feng Xuhui could speak, she habitually came to the corner and had a bird's-eye view of the audience. There was something wrong in the operating room. I sat down where I could rush in for the first time.

Mr. Wang looked at the operations on the machine screen in the operating room and was a little confused.

He can't understand interventional surgery, but the basic film can still see the problem. Just like Boss Zheng's previous judgment, it was superior mesenteric vein thrombosis.

The incidence of this disease is not high, and the possibility of combined Crohn's disease is also low. Boss Zheng's diagnosis is really powerful, Mr. Wang thought to himself.

However, since he would not be able to intervene in the operation, he could not appreciate the power of Boss Zheng's operation, but simply felt that the operation was done quickly.

It should be a very simple operation, Mr. Wang thought to himself. I hope that the video of this operation will be sent to President Su so that they can get rid of the director's clutches.

More than ten minutes later, the airtight lead door opened, and Xie Yi and the visiting nurses went in to pack up and help Zheng Ren make a dressing for the puncture point.

President Wang quickly downloaded the video of the surgery, then greeted Zheng Ren, and went to use the hot link to pass the video of the surgery.

"Mr. Su, the video has been sent to your mailbox." After sending it, President Wang called the other side of the house.

On the phone, there was a faint roar from the director of the Vascular Department, who seemed to be angry because the ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts.

President Su was powerless to justify, and he didn't even have time to speak to himself, so he hurriedly hung up the phone.

Still the same, President Wang smiled.

When I was at home, I felt that the style of the directors was a little rough. But it's been a long time since I've been out, but I miss it a bit.

I have learned and practiced a lot of operations on this side, and I should be able to frighten them when I go back, Mr. Wang thought with a smile.

Hurry up and go back, wait for the anesthesia to wake up completely, lift the patient to the flat car with Zheng Ren, and send the patient to the ICU for one night.

"The effect is not bad, and there is no need for thrombolysis." Zheng Ren said: "Normally, the condition should gradually recover in about 3 days after the operation. If you feel uneasy, you can do a vascular CTA when the patient's condition allows. ."

"Oh, okay." Wang always felt that it was not a major operation, and he didn't need to pay special attention.

Even cutting out a section of the intestines is no big deal, it's just a basic operation.